pillowtalk ♡ njh

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emilia-

    

everything was damaged, everything was cruel. no one cared for one another; and i think that's what got on my nerves the most. this world was filled with people who had cold hearts. maybe even, no hearts. but that doesn't make sense because they would all be dead if they had no hearts. so, i guess we'll stick with cold hearts.

the day this world is filled with peace, and kind people is when hell freezes over. which i don't reckon would happen anytime soon.

"snap outta your goddamn thoughts em." my eyes glared at my friend, ophelia. "why are you looking at me like that?"

"you interrupted my thinking," i sighed resting my chin in the palm of my hand.

ophelia shrugged, "needed to be done." she smiled and passed the script to me. "help me practice?"

"ophelia, you're the director's daughter. what makes you think you're not going to get the lead role?" i questioned, looking through the papers. "in plus, you're named after one of the characters!"

"well my mom said that just because she's the director doesn't mean i'm exempt from auditions."

"fiiiiiiinne," i groaned picking up the packet. 

ophelia smiled, "page fourteen please."

"ew i feel like i'm in highschool."

"read the damn line you fuck."

"pushy," i pouted. "scene three? in polonius' house?"

"you don't have to read that."

"no, i was asking." i said clearing my throat, "my necessaries are embarked: farewell: and, sister, as the winds give benefit and convoy is assistant, do not sleep, but let me hear from you." i grinned eyeing her, as i took a sip of my water.

"don't read it seductively!" ophelia laughed, "but that was good, you should audition."

"shut up and read your line," i giggled.

she winked, "do you doubt that?"

"i don't think you're supposed to be winking," i stated.

"this is why i hate practicing with you," she groaned which transitioned into laughter.

"you have no other choice! " i smirked before adding my line.  "for Hamlet and the trifling of his favor, hold it a fashion and a toy in blood, a violet in the youth of primy nature, forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, the perfume and suppliance of a minute; no more."

"no more but so?"

"please tell me why i have all the long lines?" i whined,  pouting.

"emilia!"

"i feel like i'm in school."

"i'll just practice with my dad." ophelia muttered, taking the script from my hands.

"oh yeah like that's better. he is fifty-nine, he stutters after every word, along with struggling to pronounce the word, he can't read long paragraphs. he can't even read the labels on groceries!"

ophelia crossed her arms and got up, "no no okay! i'll be serious." i said, struggling to put on a straight face.

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she came back five minutes later.

i looked up from my phone, "went well, huh?" i smirked, locking my phone.

"emillliiaaa," ophelia pouted, sitting down and burying her face in her hands.

"think it no more; for nature, crescent, does not grow alone in thews and bulk, but, as this temple waxes-"

"i'm not ready, wait!" ophelia said giving the pages to me. "how did you know the lines without having the script?"

"i did this play in highschool, " i smiled. ophelia just looked at me, while smiling.  like she was a proud mother looking at her child. "shall we proceed?" i asked, imitating her mom.

ophelia nodded, eyes finding the line i read.

maybe there is people who care; who love. but they're rare. ophelia was the perfect example for kind-hearted people. so am i- i'd like to think.

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honey, you've got a big storm coming.

lmaooo also i'm doing hamlet rn in drama, so why not include it in my story.

love you, my titties ♡