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Hermia and Lysander is a watercolor painting based on a scene from Act II, scene II of William Shakespeare's comedy play A Midsummer Night's Dream, created in 1870 by British painter John Simmons.
One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.
Lysander, Act II, scene II.
Scene II started, finally! Three new pages of Deeper into the Woods webcomic published on Tapas!
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Next update: 5th May
"Am I fragile?" I ask, curious. He shakes his head. "You never were," he replies. His answer pleases me, for I have never wanted to be treated like glass. "But your smile is," he says suddenly. "And it can light up a room." I'm taken aback at his words. "It's just an ordinary smile," I say, flustered. "To you, it might be," he counters, "but it's heart-warming and pure." I raise my eyebrows at that. "Definitely not," I muse. "It is," he insists, before turning away. I sense that he doesn't want to elaborate, and a part of me doesn't dare ask.
act i, scene ii // but i always thought my smile was ordinary // thewriterain
Jane Eyre Quote 10
Afterlife’s fitful fever they sleep well
Page 116 leatherbound
(Act III Scene II of MacBeth by William Shakespeare)
I stand before the doors to the cafeteria, not daring to go in. I don’t know what to expect, and a part of me almost turns around, to go back in the direction I came from. But it’s too late to back out now. Taking a deep breath, I step through the glass doors; my footsteps are moving of their own accord as I make my way to where you’re sitting. You look up as I approach. I smile tentatively. My hands are clenched at my sides, sweat gracing my palms. I’m at a loss for words as I meet your eyes. But you smile at me then, your eyes softening, and suddenly all my doubts disappear.
act ii, scene ii // forgiveness // thewriterain
Good Omens Quote 5
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.
Page 34 paperback
(Act I Scene II of The Tempest by William Shakespeare
Dear Evan Hansen Script Act I Scene II
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Heidi , in her nurse scrubs, on her phone, a bit hurried, an eye on the clock.
Evan, at school, on his phone.
HEIDI: Shit, honey.I know I was supposed to pick you up for your appointment. I'm stuck at work. Erica called in with the flu and I'm the only other nurse's aide on today, so I volunteer to pick up her shift...
(Evan is used t this, almost expected it.)
EVAN: It's fine.
HEIDI: It;s just, they announced more budget cuts this morning, so anything I can do to show that I'm, you know, a team player...
EVAN: It's fine. I'll take the bus.
HEIDI(Relived): Perfect. That's perfect. Oh and I'm going straight from here to class, so I won't be home until late, so please eat something. We've got those Trader Joe's dumplings in the freezer...
EVAN: Maybe.
HEIDI: Did you write one of those letters yet? Dr. Sherman's expecting you to have one. "Dear Evan Hansen. This is going to be a good day and here's why"?
EVAN(Lying): Yeah, no, I already finished it. I'm in the computer lab right now, printing it out.
HEIDI: I hope it was a good day sweetheart.
EVAN: It was...yeah, it was really great.
HEIDI: Great. That's great. I hope this is the beginning of a great year. I think we both could use one of those, huh? Shit. I have to run. Bye. I love you.
(Heidi hangs up and goes.)
EVAN: Bye.
(A long moment alone.
Evan opens his laptop and begins to compose his letter.)
Dear Evan Hansen:
It turns out this wasn't an amazing day after all. This isn't going to be an amazing week or amazing year. Because...why would it be?
Oh I know. Because there's Zoe. And all my hope is pinned on Zoe. Who I don't even know and who doesn't even know me. But maybe if I did. Maybe if I could just talk to her, then maybe... maybe nothing would be different at all.
I wish that everything was different. I wish that I was a part of...something. I wish that anything I said...mattered, to anyone. I mean, face it: would anybody even notice if I disappeared tomorrow?
Sincerely, your best and most dearest friend,
Me
WAVING THROUGH A WINDOW (REPRISE)
EVAN:
When you're fallin' in a forest
And there's nobody around
Do you ever really crash
Or even make a sound?
When you're fallin' in a forest
And there's nobody around
Do you ever really crash
Or even make a-
(Connor enters holding a piece of paper.)
Connor: So what happened to your arm?
EVAN: Oh, I um, I fell out of a tree actually.
CONNOR(Can't help but laugh): You fell out of a tree? That's the saddest fucking thing I've have ever heard. Oh my God.
(Evan tries to laugh along.)
EVAN: I know.
CONNOR(Noticing): No one's signed your cast.
EVAN: No, I know.
CONNOR: I'll sign it.
EVAN: Oh, um, you don't have to.
CONNOR: Do you have a Sharpie?
(Beat.
Evan reluctantly pulls out a Sharpie, hands it to Connor.
Evan watches in dismay as Connor signs his name in an outsized scrawl, covering an entire side of the cast.)
EVAN: Oh. Great. Thanks.
CONNOR: Now we can both pretend that e have friends.
EVAN: Good point.
(Evan takes the marker, turns to go.
Connor hold out the piece of paper.)
CONNOR: This is yours? I found it on the printer. "Dear Evan Hansen." That's your name, right?
(Evan fells a surge of fear.)
EVAN: Oh that's just a stupid, it's a paper I had to write for a, um, for an assignment...
(Connor looks down at the paper.)
CONNOR: "Because there's Zoe." (Realizing.) Is this about my sister?
(Connor's mood shifts suddenly, abruptly.)
EVAN: No. Not at all.
CONNOR: you wrote this because you knew that I would find it.
EVAN: What?
CONNOR: You saw that I was the only other person in the computer lab, so you wrote this and you printed it out, so that I would find it.
EVAN: Why / would I do that?
CONNOR: / So I would read some creepy shit you wrote about my sister, and freak out, right? And then you can tell everyone that I'm crazy right?
EVAN: No. Wait. I don't even, what?
CONNOR: Fuck you.
(He exits with the letter, as Evan calls after him.)
EVAN: But I really, I need that back. Please. Can you just, can you please give it back?
It was the eyes, always the eyes. An infinite depth that draws me in further. Like melting into quicksand or wading out to sea. Even when each breath becomes more distant than the last, even when I could myself drowning, there was never a thought of coming back up for air. In an instant, the weight of the worlds on my shoulders. Like gazing into the night's sky, full of sparkling stars and passing planets. Columns of light from so many moons ago, and then the new day's sun taking its place. Centuries sifting by in seconds and it feels like I'm falling, but before I can reach out to hold on your hand is already there. Here. Fingertips tracing across your palm, trying to decipher each line. Soft and smooth and sensitive to the slightest touch like reading a book in Braille. Lost in that world... yours. There's something and there's everything and it's all things at once and.... and it's okay because you smile. I wake from the dream and remember to breathe. And you do too. It's late and it's warm and my hand moves to ruffle my hair and loosen my tie but it can't because yours is still there. Here. Grasping hold, tighter than before, before falling loose once more. That furrowed brow, deep in concentration. Curious and questioning but certain and strong. Wondering where I'm going... but how could it be anywhere else but here. Wondering what's next but how could I walk away when you're letting me in. Without thinking and without warning I can feel that same smile spreading across my face, and falling into yours. Drawing you closer, gently... firmly. Pulling me back in, nearer to the table. Lips grazing over my cheek, and warm breath across my chin. That racing heartbeat sprinting ahead, running from this something and something else drawing it in because it's been hurt too many times before, but it's okay... it's okay... and so it slows to a stand still and we're all still here and the sky isn't falling and there will be a new day tomorrow... ... but for now, you should try some of this wine because its your favourite and some of my Bourbon because its rough and heavy and smooth and soft all at once. We've been here for hours and it's still almost full but that's okay too. Because so are we. That gaze falling to the floor, to the table and the contents of the glass. Rich and red full of rubies and sapphires. Strawberries and cherries and grapes on a summer's day by the old coast. Closed for a second to soak in the taste and back up once more. Pushing against the pull of gravity, and back up to mine. The nearby candle's softly flickering flame reflected in the glass as you tip it toward me. Soaking in the same flavour as before without any particular hurry for it to finish. Letting the slow taste linger over my tongue and that splash spread across my lips... catching it before it falls. Watching my every move, making sense of who this is and why they're here. But how could I be anywhere else when you are too. Movement once more. My lips apart with drawn breath to say... something that they would were it not for your finger drawn across them. Sauntering across each ridge like a daffodil across the hillside, weightless and free. From there to the side of my neck, grappling along as if you are climbing a mountaintop. Grasping a hold of my hair, scrunching each loose strand between your fingers. Hungry and defiant but... We are in a place and there are people and in an instant the surroundings of the favourite bar filter back into our senses and everything in this imagined moment is at risk of any second evaporating away like an apparition in the mist but before it can... You turn me back towards you, gaze in mine. Come back. Be here. I am there again. It was always your eyes.
