Darcone was going through my books today. He found my old Complete Works of Shakespeare. I’m not going to lie. I let out a small squeal of delight when I saw the old thing. I forgot I even had it. He laughed at me, but we’ve been going through it, me picking out my favorite sonnets and plays and reading things to him.
He stole it from me an hour ago and has since been reading Much Ado About Nothing to me. He’s silly when he does the voices, but it doesn’t detract from the play at all.
You’d think I’d be bored of it after a full day of Shakespearean language, but honestly, it’s been wonderful. Darcone and I don’t get nearly enough days where we can just goof off and be a couple.