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metamorphosis2010-05-11 06:49 am
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2010-05-11 06:49 am
Entry tags:
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Title: Rose Red
Characters: Spain, England, mentions of Elizabeth and Philip
Rating: G
This might've just been my excuse to use Shakespearean language in a story. Set after Philip's messenger deliver such, uh, callous words to Elizabeth for, you know, courting.
Rose, rose, rose red, will I ever see thee wed?
“Dost thou knowest my allegiance, sire?”
The word is spit out as if it was poison.
“To thy Queen, the daughter of a bitch she is--”
The kick is swift and Spain curls up on the floor, clutching his side. England narrows his eyes and continues, pacing back and forth with two fingers to his head and a sigh on his lips.
“And my Queen holds no allegiance except to me, which is more than thou can sayest of thy's own royalty.”
Spain grits his teeth but stays his tongue, focusing on sitting back up with the least amount of pain possible. England watches then rolls his eyes just the slightest, brushing his hands on his coat.
“So I will never see the red rose of England marry?”
“No, you will not. It would be wise, then, to stop sending thy's rude, barbaric men after her, wouldn't it?”
“How was I to know that Philip would send such terrible words, amigo?”
“I am not thy's amigo any longer, Spain, and it would be wise to remember that.”
“That's not what thou said last night.”
Characters: Spain, England, mentions of Elizabeth and Philip
Rating: G
This might've just been my excuse to use Shakespearean language in a story. Set after Philip's messenger deliver such, uh, callous words to Elizabeth for, you know, courting.
Rose, rose, rose red, will I ever see thee wed?
“Dost thou knowest my allegiance, sire?”
The word is spit out as if it was poison.
“To thy Queen, the daughter of a bitch she is--”
The kick is swift and Spain curls up on the floor, clutching his side. England narrows his eyes and continues, pacing back and forth with two fingers to his head and a sigh on his lips.
“And my Queen holds no allegiance except to me, which is more than thou can sayest of thy's own royalty.”
Spain grits his teeth but stays his tongue, focusing on sitting back up with the least amount of pain possible. England watches then rolls his eyes just the slightest, brushing his hands on his coat.
“So I will never see the red rose of England marry?”
“No, you will not. It would be wise, then, to stop sending thy's rude, barbaric men after her, wouldn't it?”
“How was I to know that Philip would send such terrible words, amigo?”
“I am not thy's amigo any longer, Spain, and it would be wise to remember that.”
“That's not what thou said last night.”