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Changeling!Hamlet compilation
Jan. 28th, 2019 06:06 pmThis verse started with my response to a prompt on the Three Sentence Ficathon:
“We’re playing Changeling, not Stay-the-Sameling, so we have to switch out sheets once in a while, right?”
“That’s – that’s not – no, that’s not how anything works.”
and then spiraled off into a whole bunch of fills for the TSF, and a few longer bits I wrote by myself. Enjoy!
The gaze of the thing which used to be his father the king drags him to his knees; “Speak,” Hamlet rasps out, “I am bound to hear.”
It would be fitting to poison the so-called king in return, but it’s clear Hamlet needs to find something that will stick – he starts by shedding one skin for another and plays the role of a son unhinged by grief.
“No, I’m Guilden the Sluagh, you’re a Boggan named Crantz!”
“We’re playing Changeling, not Stay-the-Sameling, so we have to switch out sheets once in a while, right?”
“That’s – that’s not – no, that’s not how anything works.”
and then spiraled off into a whole bunch of fills for the TSF, and a few longer bits I wrote by myself. Enjoy!
And all should cry, Beware! Beware / his flashing eyes, his floating hair
When a spirit’s time has ended it suffuses into a form even less substantial than before, unable to effect any change at all, or if royalty, its essence settles into the land itself and strengthens the bones. This shade of a shade is too real, too present, something from which the mortals would shudder with even more terror than from the Nothingness that claws at their sleeves in the presence of ordinary sprites.
The gaze of the thing which used to be his father the king drags him to his knees; “Speak,” Hamlet rasps out, “I am bound to hear.”
“don’t turn into a snake. It never helps.”
The serpent that stung his father’s life now wears his crown. He knew he wasn’t imagining the scales on that usurper’s shoulders at the coronation, though the glamour Claudius had used was good enough to fool those who wanted to believe this would be enough to bring the Dreaming back into the world.
It would be fitting to poison the so-called king in return, but it’s clear Hamlet needs to find something that will stick – he starts by shedding one skin for another and plays the role of a son unhinged by grief.
