So without further ado....
Rating & Warnings: PG. As for warnings… well. Substance abuse on the part of the author, the substance in question being said author’s brain. Friends don’t let friends write weird. Also, there are a lot of little references to the monologue the prompt is from, which can be found here. :)
Prompts: “Frailty, thy name is woman!” (Hamlet, I.ii.146) and “charm”
Word Count: 2262
Summary: An ordinary afternoon in
Author’s Notes: I had more trouble with this fic than you can possibly imag… well, you’re all pretty creative, so you probably can imagine. Suffice to say I had no ideas, I changed my mind eighteen times, and then, when I buckled down, it still fought tooth and nail every step of the way. Jeez. XD Also, I did my best to self-Brit-pick, but… I apologize in advance for my American-bred lameness.
It was pretty damn close at the end, har har har. I also owe eltea my life, as usual, for a supafast beta at the last possible second. Srsly, this girl is the shit, and I adore her. x)
...and not just when she's terribly useful; what do you mean to imply? D:I bought three pairs of jeans for fifteen dollars each today, and I am pleased with myself.
Also, I'm utterly exhausted, and I'm going the hell to bed now. XD