𝑿| 𝑨 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒆 .

Once safely past the fortress of storms barring the way, Cyprus had proved an idyll. It seemed everyone found it so— Othello halted in Emilia’s proximity. “Good day, mistress. Are you alone? Has my lady, my joy, my wife gone out?”

         -- The embroidery hoop was set aside as it’s mistress rose and gave              Othello a small curtsy. She smiled, glancing at the wooden doors              behind her, to the room where her mistress lied.            “ Good lord, I’m afraid my lady has retired for the afternoon. She              had grown tired sitting out in the sun.”

♚– his mind is racing: it has been doing so since the doge granted desdemona’s request to be at her husband’s side, and iago has essentially been running on physical autopilot ( he can’t afford to lend his thoughts to anything else besides the opportunity that lies before him ). but he’s forgotten how unusual his silence looks, and his eyes widen slightly when emilia mentions it–damn it all. right, he has to keep the illusion of normalcy. absolutely no one should be able to notice that something nefarious is brewing in his mind.

❝ simply immersed in thought, ❞ he replies, giving an offhand shrug. ❝ the state was ill-prepared for the turks to make such a move, and i cannot say that it is not troubling in the least–especially considering the inexperience of certain officers. ❞

          -- It was easy to see his disdain for Lieutenant Cassio, despite his              casual tone. Emilia frowned, placing a hand on Iago’s shoulder.              She didn’t blame him. Iago had been Othello’s ancient for years,              and all his work had been ripped away from him. She didn’t- or              couldn’t- see the real reason for his silence.              With her free hand, she took and pressed his fingers do her lips              offering him a comforting smile. “ It was short notice... but Cassio              is a good man. He is honest, and respects you greatly. And if you              are at the Moor’s side, then surely the Turks will not win.”

          ❝  in a way, i suppose i am.  ❞  words are accompanied with a soft, almost a WEAK laugh. love was not a lady with a soothing aura but a viper, ready to strike at any given moment.  ❝  over time, i’ve simply learned a few things about it. but, you mustn’t take my words for fact, but merely… ADVICE, if that’s the word i’m looking for.  ❞

          -- A soft hand reaches out to give him a reassuring pat. “ It’s meaningful              advice and well appreciated.... but it’s arrived far too late. “ Had she              heard Guildenstern’s advice when she was younger, perhaps she              wouldn’t have fallen as hard as she did.

          -- The warm weather of the island agreed with her, and the soft               breeze the ocean brought reminded her of home. So it was never               a peculiar sight to see Emilia sitting in the court yard while her lady               rested, working on her embroidery.

The Heavenly Virtue that is strongest in you is Humility. You have the self-assurance to take on mundane and less glorious tasks, knowing that you are strong enough to make the sacrifices for the greater good. You reflect on the past and endeavor to learn lessons from mistakes, keep your promises, and confront your fears without hesitation.

“ Guildenstern and Rosencrantz served no purpose whatsoever. “

“Mercutio was a dumb character.”

“Side characters are pointless and dumb, I dont get why anyone likes them.”