Shakespeare one shots

Long-distance blues

Mkay. Y'all are getting three fluffs in a row because I made the delightful mistake of consulting AzzOnTheOutside for story ideas. Thanks, love <3

Storytime: I accidentally threw myself into Falsettos, so you can expect references in the near future.

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~ Hamlet's PoV ~

I grinned a lovesick grin, hearing my phone buzz against the wood of the coffee table. My boyfriend was working himself to death and I had to savor any interaction I got.

Hoe-ratio: Hey! Just about to go to bed. Ik it's afternoon there, but still thought I'd say goodnight :3

I chuckled to myself. Horatio was too romantic for his own good. Being a blessedly fast typer, I gave him a response immediately.

Bitch boy: Damn right you are! Baby, it's almost midnight there!

Bitch boy: You know I wouldn't be able to do anything from across the ocean if you collapsed from exhaustion

Hoe-ratio: Good thing, too

Hoe-ratio: I've seen you attempt to place a band-aid on a minor scratch

Hoe-ratio: The thought of you handling anything more than that terrifies me

Bitch boy: Fuck you

Hoe-ratio: I wish

Bitch boy: Me too. Just one more excruciating year of this, then I can come see you

Hoe-ratio: Can't wait <3

Hoe-ratio: When are you free to facetime?

Bitch boy: Next week and a half, something about a local holiday nobody's ever heard of plus the usual break

Hoe-ratio: Damn. Good to know

Bitch boy: As much as I love talking to you, you need sleep now

Hoe-ratio: s l e e p i s f o r t h e w e a k

Bitch boy: Exactly. Have you seen your twig arms honey

Hoe-ratio: Low blow, Ham

Bitch boy: Love you too

Hoe-ratio: Goodnight, my lord

Sighing contentedly, I laid back on the armrest of my couch. I couldn't help fantasizing about the day I finally got to see him in person again.

We'd met in freshman year at my current college, but he had to transfer due to some family complications.

Across the ocean.

Thousands of miles from me.

But we were managing... kind of. The first few months of figuring out contact methods and schedules was rough, but we got it down after a while.

Lately, though, he's been busy way more often than usual. I'd ask his other contacts about it from time to time, and all I'd ever get is the vaguest possible "he's probably just studying" sort of shit.

Whatever. I only had to last one more year, and then I could ask him myself, face to face.

I startled slightly at an aggressive series of knocks on the door. I hopped off the couch and ran to answer it before she busted through the wall.

"Hi Ophelia."

"Ham! Get your jacket, we're going to the airport!" the girl barked.

Not having anything better to do (and not having the energy to argue with her), I quickly pulled on my shoes and grabbed a hoodie.