ebullience

The lithe boy stared at that verse and nodded. Agreeing with the Moor and his thoughts, even if they resulted from misconceptions and deceit. 

What is love with empty promises? What is love now a days with people just, not meaning a word of it and go saying they love one but end up with another.  

It made no sense to him.

He ran his fingers through his dark, tousled locks, pursing his lips in frustration. He felt sympathy for the Moor in his play, for a jealous man is a man who cannot think, driven with passions that even he cannot control. Driven to even kill his wife, for he thought she cheated. Then again...

They could have just talked it out, he thought, shutting the book with more force than he intended to and shook his head. He was disappointed that people could be deceived and manipulated so easily by people who have malicious intent. Why do people like that find the need to--well in this case--ruin a two people, newly weds, just for a job position.

But that's Othello for you. And with all its tragic mishaps to which a foul person took advantage of.  

It's all so sad how something so tiny like a job position could result into three deaths. But--high position was everything back in Renaissance times.

Although the men of the play were complex and one had trouble not jumping and judging them harshly, it was hard not to love the women in the play though. Desdemona and Emilia, to him at least, were the epitome of subversion. That was, all in all, astounding and beautiful to him; that these women were questioning the ideals of their patriarchal society.

Or maybe it's him just liking his women with a voice and power to speak up.

He let out a quiet chuckle as a girl, a month older than him with brown hair a little past her shoulders, popped into his mind. Oh she had power alright, the power to punch him and order him around.

It's both, he concluded.