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Post by Richard on May 9, 2007 14:19:14 GMT -5
Richard was downstairs long before the other two the following morning, sitting and looking out the window with a kind of glazed expression.
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 9, 2007 14:30:44 GMT -5
*Will made his way downstairs and was loath to see Richard already there. He avoided eye contact and made his way to the kitchen looking for Faye.*
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Post by Richard on May 9, 2007 14:31:47 GMT -5
"She isn't here," said Richard, without looking up. "I think I... drove her away."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 9, 2007 14:34:16 GMT -5
Really? Who'd have thought...
*Will came back in and sat down by the fire.*
"That's a pity."
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Post by Richard on May 9, 2007 14:35:33 GMT -5
"Don't start with me, all right?" Richard said bitterly. "You think I don't already feel like a Godforsaken waste of ectoplasm for hurting her like that?"
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 9, 2007 14:37:09 GMT -5
You should.
*Will just watched the fire quietly, not facing him.*
"I'll leave you to it then. I wouldn't want to bother you further."
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Post by Richard on May 9, 2007 15:09:21 GMT -5
"Right," Richard said coldly.
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 9, 2007 15:14:04 GMT -5
*Will sat in silence for a long time, poking occasionally at the fire as if it would help to warm him. Finally giving up, he stood and retrieved a journal and quill before retiring back to his chair by the fire.*
What did she say? Lovers...denied by law? Hmm...
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Post by Richard on May 9, 2007 15:15:56 GMT -5
Richard glanced over his shoulder.
"Who are you dragging through the mire this time?" he asked.
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 9, 2007 15:23:03 GMT -5
Just go away. I may not have the resolve I had yesterday if the lady is not present.
*Will turned his face away from Richard and shifted to hold the book less in a direct line of sight.*
"It's not about you, if that's what you're thinking."
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Post by Richard on May 9, 2007 15:27:12 GMT -5
"I assumed as much," Richard said flatly.
After a pause, he finally burst out: "Why did you have to write the damned thing in the first place? That's all I want to know."
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 9, 2007 15:30:18 GMT -5
*Will sighed and calmly set his quill and book aside, turning in his seat to face Richard, his expression deadpan.*
"The Queen commissioned a series of historical plays. Would you have rather not have made the list of those important enough to have your own play? I would think that it would be a homage to your reign."
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Post by Richard on May 9, 2007 15:34:36 GMT -5
"Homage? More like a condemnation."
He turned himself around so he was facing him.
"For your information, I was not involved in the deaths of my nephews, Anne's first husband, King Henry, or my brother, let alone Anne herself!... What do you think you're playing at, writing in a scene where I ask someone to spread the rumour Anne is dying so I can dispose of her? Or killing children while they sleep?"
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Post by Will Shakespeare on May 9, 2007 15:39:55 GMT -5
*Will shrugged, unmoved.*
"When you write a play for a monarch, it is in one's best interest to apply her own viewpoints to it. Her family was not terribly fond of you, I'm sure you know. To make you sympathetic...it could have been very hazardous to my own wellbeing."
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Post by Richard on May 9, 2007 15:42:09 GMT -5
Richard actually sort of smiled.
"Shame, really. I always thought your Queen Elizabeth had a better head on her shoulders than anyone else in her family, in spite of it all. If she weren't Tudor, she'd have been ideal."
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