From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One. Horatio, code name Been There, Done That. Ophelia is Currently Doing That. Gertrude is It Happened Once in a Dream. Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, code name If I Had To Have a Threesome. Polonius is Eagle Two.
From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One. Rosaline- code name, "Been There, Done That." Juliet is "Currently Doing That." Mercutio: "It Happened Once in a Dream." Benvolio, code name: "If I Had to Pick a Dude," and Friar Laurence is... Eagle Two.
(Author’s Note: This was a cute request by @mcgeheekam //requests are always open//enjoy!!//)
I wasn’t the type of person to go out in the middle of afternoon, but who could avoid the warmth of the sun whistling with a tickling, cool breeze?
I found myself plumped down on the front porch of the house that used take my breath away with how massive it was back then when I arrived here - which was just yesterday - which is today and forever will be - but technically, yesterday.
Oddly being a fan of tragedy and poetry, Shakespeare had always been an idol to me and so I had a copy of Hamlet clutched between my fingers.
I’ve finished reading the whole play, watching people playing Ophelia, Horatio, Claudius and more in my head - Shakespeare calmed me down and so, I reread it, everyday, the same day going on forever, in this damn loop. I mouthed each word and only I could hear myself and I felt free. Perhaps just in another world… but yes, still free.
I always mouthed the words. Loudly sometimes. But tragedy somehow always had this silent effect on me.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
“Thou canst not then be false to any man.”, a voice continued, cutting me off my oh-so-poetic trance. I turned my head and my eyes caught floating clothing. Of course, the invisible boy, Millard.
My look of perplexity warped into an impressed smile.
“Hamlet. Too classic.”, he continued, sitting inches next to me. I felt we had to share similar interests. “You’ve read?”, I asked, looking at him. “Of course. A lot, actually. Happened to run into an old loop in Sierra Leone. You know, travel a little. Watched the whole play.”, he said. He had to be smiling at the memory. “Really?”, I said, with a bright, envious smile. “I wish I could see.”, I pouted, slumping. “We could go back soon.”, Millard nodded, looking at me.
My insides leaped. He’d do that?
“You guys would do that for me?”, I said, my stupid grin widening. “I would. Enoch would be grumpy as a gnome you step on. But, I’ll take you there soon. Perhaps just you and me. Nobody shares the same likings, anyway.”, he shrugged.
Millard had to be a witty gentleman and I could already see it. Even feel it in the way my stomach was always jumping.
“Aw.”, I said, having been the only thing I could respond. “I’ve reread Hamlet for I don’t know how many times.”, I shrugged, laughing a little. “It happens when you’ve read too much.”, Millard said, giving me the idea we were both bookworms. Or even the idea that we both would get along so well.
“We should get inside. I’ve something to show you.”, he said, straightening up and I did as well before realizing he stretched his arm to help me up. Or did I have to hold his hand?
I stood up, taking his arm and stretched a little. He wiped a little dust off my shoulders and I hoped I hadn’t blushed. He chuckled.
I followed him to his room. And I didn’t expect Miss Peregrine to actually stash shelves on his walls. Shelves with books, old and new, stowed in. It somehow knocked me off my feet.
“Wow… you are one bookworm.”, I said, my eyes tracing over the varieties of novels and poems and plays. “You’d be the next. Actually, you’re the only lass to look at my room and say wow.”, he said proudly, his hands in his pockets. I could see the form of his hands through his pockets. They looked rough.
How many times was this boy a hero?
“Could I…?”, I asked, walking slowly over to the shelves. “With pleasure.”, he walked with me. I took out a thick book with effort and slumped down on the wooden floor.
The Map of Days.
“Map of days?”, I raised my eyebrow, looking at Millard for him to answer. “It is what it says it is.”, he said.
I opened it. It was like an atlas but with dates encircled on specific areas on the different maps. They had names, too… names of birds?
“Loops. Map of all loops.”, he stated. The bird names were ymbrynes. And ymbrynes like me lead peculiar children like me. I sighed. But I didn’t bring up the thought of having to be responsible soon.
“Wow… there’s so much of us.”, I said, amazed at how thick the Atlas was. “Very little compared to before. Peculiars reigned.”, he added, crouching down with me. He flicked a few pages and pointed at a circle.
September 3, 1940
Alma LeFay Peregrine
“That’s us, isn’t it?”, I said, smiling. “It evidently is.”, he nodded. He was most likely smiling… at me. I wished I could see his sweet smile just as much as I could feel it.
“Do you get… sad sometimes?”, I asked, off topic. I really wanted to see him. “We all get sad sometimes.”, he asked with a soft voice as if baffled, but I could feel he understood me. “That we can’t see if you’re happy? That we can’t… see you?”, I whispered, a look of curiosity painted on my face.
He sighed. “It’s awesome to be invisible. Sometimes, it’s unfair. But you get it, right? I’ve accepted it, too.”, he nodded. My heart clenched. “I wish I could see you when you’re smiling.”, I said. “But I guess it feels a little more nice this way. You’re literally unpredictable but you still are so much predictable.”, I smiled and he chuckled. “Poetry right there.”, he laughed, probably red in the face. I hoped I made him feel better.
He closed the book and placed it back.
“It’s getting dark and supper’s probably about ready.”, he said, pocketing his hands again as he took a glimpse out the only window he had. I nodded and smiled at him.
He made me feel helplessly comfortable.
“You could take as much as you want as long as you promise we’ll hang out again tomorrow.”, he said. Damn, I would love to. So much. “I promise.”, I said. Instead of taking books, I placed my copy of Hamlet in one of the shelves. He laughed faintly.
The Next Day
I wished it would rain but it never would in this loop. I stepped out of my bed before fixing it and finally walked out, in my pyjamas. I walked downstairs to see just Millard and Claire sipping cocoa. It was way before waking time.
Millard was learning how to braid Claire’s curls while she yapped and instructed him. The scene melted my heart at how adorable it was. Millard would make a cute big brother to Claire.
He saw me and I smiled (back). “Morning, Mill. Morning, Claire.”, I said quietly and they responded. Millard let go of Claire’s golden locks and handed me a mug of cocoa. I sipped and smiled at him. “I’m gonna head down to the basement to see what Enoch’s going at.”, Claire said, adorably trodding to head to Enoch.
I was thinking a lot about Millard last night. I’ve been growing a liking for him.
“What now?”, I said, sipping more hot, satisfying cocoa. He did the same. “More books or…?”, he suggested. “Books would give us more stuff to talk about.”, I nodded, pouting. “To my room, then. And silently.”, he added. “Perhaps you’re the best at that.”, I smirked. He chuckled and shook his head.
We were under blankets on his bed, laying on our tummies next to each other like little children. We were reading a classic comic.
Moby Dick. Again, too classic.
“I always used to ask my parents if Moby Dick was based on actual events and I kinda broke down realizing it wasn’t.”, I laughed at the memory. “That’s adorable.”, he said. My eyes were fixed on the drawings and classy comics fonts. I felt his eyes burning on me.
“This story is beautiful.”, I smiled but I remembered reading it with my dad and that was beautiful. “Yeah, beautiful. Really, really beautiful.”, he said, which was a pretty odd way to describe a comic book. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and caught him instantly switch his head from me back to the book. He wasn’t describing the story. He was describing me. My face heated up and I smiled, biting my lip to avoid looking stupid.
“Um…”, he cleared his throat. “Let’s get to a new book.”, I said, to close what just happened. Before I reached for a new book, Bronwyn peeped in and announced breakfast.
Days went by and everyday, it had become a habit of ours to see each other and surf through his books. We’ve grown extremely close and maybe there are even little points where we’re straight up flirting.
The Next 2 Months
He was laying on his bed and I sat at the edge, reading him Hamlet, again. The first reason why we got along too well. The moment flattered me and maybe him, too.
I paused, looking at him for a while. I’ve learned to see him as he is and that flattered us, too. A part of me still hoped I could see his freckles… or his eye colors.
“Could we just talk, Mill?”, I said, closing Hamlet. “Sure, Y/N.”, he said, moving a little to set me some space. I set aside the copy and sat next to him. We stayed silent for a moment.
He sat up and faced me.
“I’m so happy to have met you and I like you a lot, let’s cut to the chase.”, he panted all of a sudden. My eyes widened at the instance but I felt my face heat up again, just as it always did around him. My stomach did a somersault. “I… I like you a lot, too, Millard. Perhaps… even more than that.”, I said. I chuckled all of a sudden and I didn’t finish before he pressed his lips on mine.
We stayed there like that, lips interlocked and it was special.
He pulled out and I was already melting. “I just can’t help it when you laugh. You’re so…”, he said, stuttering a little. I swear to bird, this boy. I kissed him again and held his face, feeling his cheeks and jaw. Wow.
“You’re an ymbryne and God, am I lucky.”, he chuckled.
From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One. Rosaline, code name: Been There, Done That. Juliet: Currently Doing That. Mercutio: It Happened Once In A Dream. Benvolio: If I Had To Pick A Dude. Tybalt is Eagle Two.
Give Me Love [act I scene i: “she is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, / to merit bliss by making me despair” || give me love like never before /’cause lately I’ve been craving more]
A Place in This World [act I scene iii: “how stands your disposition to be married?” / “it is an honor that I dream not of” || I don’t know what I want / so don’t ask me / ‘cause I’m still trying to figure it out]
Everything Has Changed [act I scene v: ”did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! / for I ne’er saw true beauty till this night” || ‘cause all I know is we said hello / and your eyes look like coming home]
Kiss Me [act I scene v: “my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand / to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss” || I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet / and with a feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now / kiss me like you wanna be loved]
Enchanted [act II scene ii: “thou knowest the mask of night is on my face; / else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek” || I’m wonderstruck / blushing all the way home]
Tenerife Sea [act II scene ii: “o, speak again, bright angel! for thou art / as glorious to this night, being o’er my head, / as is a winged messenger of heaven” || you look so beautiful in this light / your silhouette over me]
Love Story [act II scene v: “what says he of our marriage? what of that?” || I said Romeo save me / I’ve been feeling so alone]
This [act II scene vi: “do thou but close our hands with holy words, / then love-devouring death do what he dare- / it is enough I may but call her mine” || I’ll throw it all away / watch you fall into my arms again]
Untouchable [act III scene ii: “come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; / give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, / take him and cut him out in little stars, / and he will make the face of heaven so fine / that all the world will be in love with night / and pay no worship to the garish sun” || you’re untouchable burning brighter than the sun / and now that you’re close I feel like coming undone / in the middle of the night when I’m in this dream / it’s like a million little stars spelling out your name / you gotta come on, come on]
Eyes Open [act III scene ii: “I would forget it fain; / but o, it presses to memory / like damned guilty deeds to sinners minds! / Tybalt is dead, and Romeo - banished” || yesterday we were just children / playing soldiers, just pretending / dreaming dreams with happy endings / in backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords / but now we’ve stepped into a cruel world]
I’m A Mess [act III, scene iii: “there is no world without verona walls, / but purgatory, torture, hell itself” || oh I’m a mess right now / inside out / searching for a sweet surrender]
Bloodstream [act V scene iii: “o true apothecary! / thy drugs are quick” || this is how it ends / I feel the chemicals burning my bloodstream]
Haunted [act V scene iii: “poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. / oh churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop / to help me after?” || something’s made your eyes go cold / come on, come on / don’t leave me like this]
I Knew You Were Trouble (duet) [act V scene iii: “for never was a story of more woe / than this of juliet and her romeo” || now I’m lying on the cold hard ground / oh oh trouble trouble trouble]
From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One. Rosaline, code name: Been There, Done That. Juliet is Currently Doing That. Mercutio is: It Happened Once in a Dream; Benvolio, code name: If I Had To Pick a Dude. Friar Lawrence is -- Eagle Two.
From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as Eagle One. Snug, code name— Been There, Done That. Francis Flute is— Currently Doing That. Tom Snout is— It Happened Once in a Dream; Robin Starveling, code name— If I Had To Pick a Craftsman. Peter Quince is— Eagle Two.
i love how benedick realizes how he feels about beatrice before she realizes about him because we get that beautiful interaction when she comes to tell him dinner’s ready thank you shakespeare thank you god bless you my bisexual son