Id Just Need A Version That Translates The Shakespearean English - Tumblr Posts
Art doesn’t want to get dressed. Art wants to stay in bed for another three hours and do absolutely nothing except admire Johanna. He can’t, though. And he knows he can’t. They both know that. The girls could come in at any moment, and Johanna will need to go home soon. Still, he can’t help but be selfish. He thinks he deserves it, after everything he’s been through. And isn’t that a change? Art Donaldson thinks he deserves to be selfish. Someone should alert the newspapers. He pushes the thought to the side, watching as Johanna pulls her slip on. He moves across the bed and kisses her shoulder.
Hopefully they have longer than a moment or two. He settles against her chest, draping his arm carefully over her waist. “Thank you.” He knows he doesn’t need to thank her for holding him, but he feels like he should. On the worst days, he always hates his desire to be held, but he never hates it with Johanna. He presses a lingering kiss to the underside of her jaw. “It has.” He wishes she could stay until the morning. It’s impossible, but that doesn’t stop him from hoping.
@notefinal's a.rthur d.onaldson asks, “ will you just…hold me? please. ”
act three, scene five: two lovers wake in a world not meant for them. the scene plays out the same. juliet will argue that it is a nightingale outside her window. romeo will say it is the lark. lovers will kiss. lovers will part. but johanna hears no lark nor nightingale outside. she is in the presence of a robin. she looks at art and sees the same resilience. survival despite harsh winters. she feels less like a juliet and more like the young boy sneaking out of a window. there is never enough time. the lark is already too early. but she glances at a clock and relaxes her shoulders. the girls are playing outside the door now. there is time for this.
❝ you'd better get dressed. i don't think it's long before the girls burst in. laura always has something up her sleeve. ❞ but johanna pauses at his simple request. is her paranoia playing tricks on her again? is her fear slipping through the cracks of her skull, making up reasons to leave when her heart begs her to stay? she is always flighty. always exhausted. can't she allow herself this one time? a pause before easing her slip over her corselette and drawers ( she likes it when she can feel art's gaze on her back as she does ). ❝ i'm sure we have a moment or two more. ❞ johanna slips next to him in bed again. a kiss to his shoulder. she lays his head against her chest. ❝ it's been too long, ❞ she whispers into his hair. it's been too long since i could stay.