Fic: Days Past. Hamlet/Horatio. PG
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museofspeedTitle: Days Past
Fandom: Hamlet
Rating: PG
Characters: Hamlet/Horatio
Summary: Horatio is there for Hamlet.
Author's Notes: Beta'd by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
julius12, of course. Written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
shakespeare140's gift exchange for TheSilentPoet. Originally posted here.
Hamlet stood on the battlements of Elsinor castle. Horatio approached him and put a hand on Hamlet’s shoulder.
“My Lord?” he said.
Hamlet started and turned his head. “Horatio,” he said. “I saw thee not.”
Horatio shrugged. “You were deep in thought.”
“Aye, good friend. I have had a lot on my mind in these dark times.”
“Your father’s murder?” Horatio asked.
Hamlet nodded, and went back to staring out across the grounds. “It has weighed heavy on me.”
Horatio started rubbing Hamlet’s shoulder gently. “I know, my lord.”
“I’ve felt so alone,” Hamlet continued.
“You’re not alone, Hamlet,” Horatio said. “You have me. Always, I’m here for you.”
Hamlet turned his head back towards Horatio. He didn’t smile, but his lips quirked upwards. “I know, Horatio. I can never thank thee enough.”
“I have no need for thanks - ” Horatio protested.
“Yet, I thank thee anyway.” Hamlet turned around fully, and Horatio dropped his shoulder. “Horatio,” Hamlet said. “I know not what I’d do without thee.”
“My good lord,” Horatio said, glancing away.
“Horatio, look at me,” Hamlet whispered.
Horatio glanced up. Hamlet was looking at him with…longing? Wistfulness? Horatio swallowed.
Hamlet stepped forward and kissed Horatio.
Horatio awoke with a start. The dreams were getting worse. It had been two months since Hamlet’s death, and Horatio had not been able to let him go.
Every night, he dreamed of Hamlet. Every single night.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go on. If he hadn’t promised to stay alive and tell Hamlet’s story, he would be dead.
Maybe that would be better.
There would be no more sleep for Horatio now. He wrapped his blanket around his shoulders and stumbled out into the night. His feet took him to Hamlet’s grave, almost without conscious thought. He’d been here so often by now.
Standing in front of Hamlet’s grave, he crumpled to his knees and wept.
Fandom: Hamlet
Rating: PG
Characters: Hamlet/Horatio
Summary: Horatio is there for Hamlet.
Author's Notes: Beta'd by
julius12, of course. Written for shakespeare140's gift exchange for TheSilentPoet. Originally posted here.Hamlet stood on the battlements of Elsinor castle. Horatio approached him and put a hand on Hamlet’s shoulder.
“My Lord?” he said.
Hamlet started and turned his head. “Horatio,” he said. “I saw thee not.”
Horatio shrugged. “You were deep in thought.”
“Aye, good friend. I have had a lot on my mind in these dark times.”
“Your father’s murder?” Horatio asked.
Hamlet nodded, and went back to staring out across the grounds. “It has weighed heavy on me.”
Horatio started rubbing Hamlet’s shoulder gently. “I know, my lord.”
“I’ve felt so alone,” Hamlet continued.
“You’re not alone, Hamlet,” Horatio said. “You have me. Always, I’m here for you.”
Hamlet turned his head back towards Horatio. He didn’t smile, but his lips quirked upwards. “I know, Horatio. I can never thank thee enough.”
“I have no need for thanks - ” Horatio protested.
“Yet, I thank thee anyway.” Hamlet turned around fully, and Horatio dropped his shoulder. “Horatio,” Hamlet said. “I know not what I’d do without thee.”
“My good lord,” Horatio said, glancing away.
“Horatio, look at me,” Hamlet whispered.
Horatio glanced up. Hamlet was looking at him with…longing? Wistfulness? Horatio swallowed.
Hamlet stepped forward and kissed Horatio.
Horatio awoke with a start. The dreams were getting worse. It had been two months since Hamlet’s death, and Horatio had not been able to let him go.
Every night, he dreamed of Hamlet. Every single night.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go on. If he hadn’t promised to stay alive and tell Hamlet’s story, he would be dead.
Maybe that would be better.
There would be no more sleep for Horatio now. He wrapped his blanket around his shoulders and stumbled out into the night. His feet took him to Hamlet’s grave, almost without conscious thought. He’d been here so often by now.
Standing in front of Hamlet’s grave, he crumpled to his knees and wept.
