We can't believe we're saying this--Canonverse AU!

[ay_my_lord]

*everything has fallen apart--the center has gone from the world (his center--his lord); to be plain, Horatio has wandered Elsinore like a shadow, sometimes settling in the library to run his eyes over pages, unseeing, and other times simply making a pilgrimage to the watchtower, where he looks out to the sea until the wind sears his eyes dry at last. he attends the new king at his dinners, saying little and eating less*

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[itmeans-arm.livejournal.com]

*and now that the typist has figured out what's going on, King Fortinbras will return to his dinner. no one really talks to him here (his army is mostly off making sure everyone knows about the regime change), and it's getting lonely. in the middle of the last course, he'll clear his throat* Good Horatio?