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[August 3] [Alice 19th] Resolution
Title: Resolution
Day/Theme: August 3rd/Like Hamlet
Series: Alice 19th
Pairing: Frey/Ida
Rating: PG
Ida was one of those girls who were always in the middle of a story. She wasn't quite the bookish type, but in the afternoons she'd go down to the lake and pull out a book, and if I asked she'd be able to tell me something beautiful and exactly half finished. Not always stories, either. Poetry. Philosophy. She liked the great dead white guys.
I didn't read that kind of thing, not generally. Not that I'm not bright, mind. I am. Hey, who am I kidding? I'm brilliant! Eric's star pupil, thank you very much. But I was never exactly the kind of brilliant that teachers like. Lotis masters, yes, literature teachers, no. Mainly because I'd never been particularly interested in school.
But sitting on the grass by the lake, listening to her? The dead white guys got a whole lot more interesting.
"...Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action."
I'd heard the 'to be or not to be' speech before. But it wasn't until I heard Ida's voice saying it that I really paid attention, really realized what it meant, what the whole play was about. It's about learning when to take action. Well, okay, the action in question in that particular speech was suicide, which is a good thing not to act on, but taking action was a theme throughout the story. This guy Hamlet, he knows what he wants, but he's so busy thinking about the possible consequences that he spends the whole dang play going back and forth about whether he's going to go for it or not.
At the end of the speech Ida paused, smiled down at me from her perch on a fallen tree. "You still with me, Frey?"
"Yeah." Her eyes widened a bit when I reached up to take her hand - just a bit. And then she relaxed. "I'm with you."
Don't worry about the consequences, right? See what you want, go for it. I knew what I wanted - what she wanted too, I was sure of it. So it was about time we both stopped dancing around the subject, worrying about what might go wrong. I grinned up at her, then leaned back against the tree and closed my eyes. "This Shakespeare guy isn't all that bad."
And then she hit me with the book. "Not all that bad? Frey! He's a master! Geez, you - have you even been listening?"
Years later, I'm still a big fan of Hamlet.
Day/Theme: August 3rd/Like Hamlet
Series: Alice 19th
Pairing: Frey/Ida
Rating: PG
Ida was one of those girls who were always in the middle of a story. She wasn't quite the bookish type, but in the afternoons she'd go down to the lake and pull out a book, and if I asked she'd be able to tell me something beautiful and exactly half finished. Not always stories, either. Poetry. Philosophy. She liked the great dead white guys.
I didn't read that kind of thing, not generally. Not that I'm not bright, mind. I am. Hey, who am I kidding? I'm brilliant! Eric's star pupil, thank you very much. But I was never exactly the kind of brilliant that teachers like. Lotis masters, yes, literature teachers, no. Mainly because I'd never been particularly interested in school.
But sitting on the grass by the lake, listening to her? The dead white guys got a whole lot more interesting.
"...Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action."
I'd heard the 'to be or not to be' speech before. But it wasn't until I heard Ida's voice saying it that I really paid attention, really realized what it meant, what the whole play was about. It's about learning when to take action. Well, okay, the action in question in that particular speech was suicide, which is a good thing not to act on, but taking action was a theme throughout the story. This guy Hamlet, he knows what he wants, but he's so busy thinking about the possible consequences that he spends the whole dang play going back and forth about whether he's going to go for it or not.
At the end of the speech Ida paused, smiled down at me from her perch on a fallen tree. "You still with me, Frey?"
"Yeah." Her eyes widened a bit when I reached up to take her hand - just a bit. And then she relaxed. "I'm with you."
Don't worry about the consequences, right? See what you want, go for it. I knew what I wanted - what she wanted too, I was sure of it. So it was about time we both stopped dancing around the subject, worrying about what might go wrong. I grinned up at her, then leaned back against the tree and closed my eyes. "This Shakespeare guy isn't all that bad."
And then she hit me with the book. "Not all that bad? Frey! He's a master! Geez, you - have you even been listening?"
Years later, I'm still a big fan of Hamlet.