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witticasterHornblower!Woolfverse, discussion of favourite plays. It feels kind of OOC, but idkkkkkkk it's kind of been a while. Sort of.
At some point in the long drive up to the Lady Barbara's ancestral home, everyone in Horatio's car had grown tired of the radio (particularly Richard, who had spent much of the ride looking alarmingly green). It was time, clearly, to make conversation.
"Archie," he asked, while William attempted to divine from Richard whether he actually intended to vomit or not, "what is your favourite of Shakespeare's plays? You've never said."
"Hamlet," Archie said immediately, then paused. "Well...actually."
"Actually?" Horatio asked, and glanced back at William and Richard. The latter looked slightly less ill for the moment; it was not yet safe to hope that they might make it all the way up to Wellington without incident, but at least he need not pull over yet.
"Actually," Archie repeated, then frowned. "My favourite tragedy is Hamlet. Usually. Sometimes Macbeth. But then there're the comedies--and the histories--"
"I had meant overall--" Horatio attempted.
He sounded positively aghast at the thought. "I could never pick overall. I might as well pick a favourite child. How could I choose between Richard and Billy here?"
Richard giggled. William leveled a baleful stare towards the rear-vision mirror. "Between the two of us, I believe you'd be rather better classified as a child, Archibald. I seem to have forgotten why we allowed you the passenger seat today."
"Because--you have such a way with Richard, William," Horatio said lightly.
"And you are only too handsome in a sailor suit," Archie added.
William raised an eyebrow.
Archie continued blithely, "In any case, I think my favourite today is Twelfth Night. Monty Python should've done that one."
"Why?" Richard asked, presumably so that he might feel a part of the conversation as well.
"Men dressing up as ladies dressing up as men? It'd be a smash," Archie told him, turning around to face him directly. "I'd watch it."
"What a surprise," William said dryly.
-
"Journeys end in lovers meeting," Archie murmured to William. "As every wise man's son knows."
They stood off a bit, near the car yet, while Horatio greeted his wife with a kiss and the dazzled grin of a man who had not seen his wife in months, rather than the two days it had been on this particular occasion. "Lady Bahbwa, Lady Bahbwa!" Richard was saying repeatedly, clearly hoping to draw attention back to himself.
"So he does," William said back, and took Archie's hand when it was offered to him.
At some point in the long drive up to the Lady Barbara's ancestral home, everyone in Horatio's car had grown tired of the radio (particularly Richard, who had spent much of the ride looking alarmingly green). It was time, clearly, to make conversation.
"Archie," he asked, while William attempted to divine from Richard whether he actually intended to vomit or not, "what is your favourite of Shakespeare's plays? You've never said."
"Hamlet," Archie said immediately, then paused. "Well...actually."
"Actually?" Horatio asked, and glanced back at William and Richard. The latter looked slightly less ill for the moment; it was not yet safe to hope that they might make it all the way up to Wellington without incident, but at least he need not pull over yet.
"Actually," Archie repeated, then frowned. "My favourite tragedy is Hamlet. Usually. Sometimes Macbeth. But then there're the comedies--and the histories--"
"I had meant overall--" Horatio attempted.
He sounded positively aghast at the thought. "I could never pick overall. I might as well pick a favourite child. How could I choose between Richard and Billy here?"
Richard giggled. William leveled a baleful stare towards the rear-vision mirror. "Between the two of us, I believe you'd be rather better classified as a child, Archibald. I seem to have forgotten why we allowed you the passenger seat today."
"Because--you have such a way with Richard, William," Horatio said lightly.
"And you are only too handsome in a sailor suit," Archie added.
William raised an eyebrow.
Archie continued blithely, "In any case, I think my favourite today is Twelfth Night. Monty Python should've done that one."
"Why?" Richard asked, presumably so that he might feel a part of the conversation as well.
"Men dressing up as ladies dressing up as men? It'd be a smash," Archie told him, turning around to face him directly. "I'd watch it."
"What a surprise," William said dryly.
-
"Journeys end in lovers meeting," Archie murmured to William. "As every wise man's son knows."
They stood off a bit, near the car yet, while Horatio greeted his wife with a kiss and the dazzled grin of a man who had not seen his wife in months, rather than the two days it had been on this particular occasion. "Lady Bahbwa, Lady Bahbwa!" Richard was saying repeatedly, clearly hoping to draw attention back to himself.
"So he does," William said back, and took Archie's hand when it was offered to him.
