inanhour: (quiet observation)

Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you?

By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over
me: the malignancy of my fate might perhaps
distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your
leave that I may bear my evils alone: it were a bad
recompense for your love, to lay any of them on you.

Let me yet know of you whither you are bound.

No, sooth, sir: my determinate voyage is mere
extravagancy. But I perceive in you so excellent a
touch of modesty, that you will not extort from me
what I am willing to keep in; therefore it charges
me in manners the rather to express myself. You
must know of me then, Antonio, my name is Sebastian,
which I called Roderigo. My father was that
Sebastian of Messaline, whom I know you have heard
of. He left behind him myself and a sister, both
born in an hour: if the heavens had been pleased,
would we had so ended! but you, sir, altered that;
for some hour before you took me from the breach of
the sea was my sister drowned.

Alas the day!

A lady, sir, though it was said she much resembled
me, was yet of many accounted beautiful: but,
though I could not with such estimable wonder
overfar believe that, yet thus far I will boldly
publish her; she bore a mind that envy could not but
call fair. She is drowned already, sir, with salt
water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more.

Pardon me, sir, your bad entertainment.

O good Antonio, forgive me your trouble.

If you will not murder me for my love, let me be
your servant.

If you will not undo what you have done, that is,
kill him whom you have recovered, desire it not.
Fare ye well at once: my bosom is full of kindness,
and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that
upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell
tales of me. I am bound to the Count Orsino's court: farewell.


The gentleness of all the gods go with thee!
I have many enemies in Orsino's court,
Else would I very shortly see thee there.
But, come what may, I do adore thee so,
That danger shall seem sport, and I will go.

inanhour: (quiet observation)
Sebastian knows very little what to make of Milliways – when he was ill, truly ill, it seemed but a fever dream and a more pleasant one than most.

He’s fairly certain, now, that it is neither fever dream nor true purgatory (fairy-place is still up for debate, for there are far too many fairies here to discount the idea entirely). The dead come here, he has been told, and he believes it – perhaps. Those as good as dead, or those that feel they are dead, or those who wish for death -

(He saw his sister in the woods.)

He thought, with the fever gone, he would feel more of this world, that his mind and feet would be firmly on the ground. The problem seems less to do with the fever, and more to do with Viola and her absence.

She wouldn't stand for this, were she in his place. Sitting in a strange tavern, not even in her own world. Without family, and alone on a foreign shore - she would find a way, even as a woman. Viola would find her way on any shore, if she'd but survived to reach it.

He could do worse than imitate the memory of his twin.

(He saw her, in the woods.)

(He ran away.)


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