The play's the thing

[plaguedrat]

"In brief, to set the needless process by, how I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneel'd. How he refell'd me, and how I replied...Damn...that's..."

Rat sighs and adjusts his posture in the mirror, trying to capture Isabella's conflict, her desperation, her guilt. He hates admitting it, the idea that after only two months he might be settling by looking for work. But a proud soul often means an empty stomach and he's nothing if not practical. There are few jobs that he's suited to perform and equally few he's willing to submit to without being desperate.

So he stands in front of a mirror, wearing a thrifted dress that he's pinned to flatter and diguise his figure. A little makeup, expertly applied, and he's transformed into Eve again.

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[silenttrainbaby]

Quickly and smoothly, Grey moves to the sofa and pulls his knees to his chest to rest his chin there. The cat joins him and Grey watches, eyes wide and intent.

[plaguedrat]

Rat nods and clears his throat and settles back into himself, but also into someone different.

"In brief, to set the needless process by, how I persuaded, how I pray'd, and kneel'd, how he refell'd me, and how I replied,—For this was of much length,—the vile conclusion I now begin with grief and shame to utter--"

[silenttrainbaby]

Oh. It's unlike anything Grey has ever seen. He's rapt. Rat's voice like this is lyrical in a different way, his gestures different. It makes his chest feel tight.

[plaguedrat]

It's always been the joy of acting. Of becoming someone else and trying to channel their pain and struggles and then of making the audience believe it too.

"He would not, but by gift of my chaste body to his concupiscible intemperate lust, release my brother; and, after much debatement my sisterly remorse confutes mine honour, and I did yield to him: but the next morn betimes, his purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant for my poor brother's head."

As a heartbroken Isabella, he falls to his knees.

[silenttrainbaby]

It causes Grey to lunge forward, so caught up that he doesn't know he shouldn't. Is Rat - or who he is - all right?

[plaguedrat]

Rat smiles and catches Grey in his arms, dropping out of character, "Don't worry. Just acting."

[silenttrainbaby]

Touching Rat's face again, Grey takes a deep breath. If he's the judge, he'd say that Rat is very good. Poor Isabella and his brother.

What happens next, though? He sits back, expression apologetic for not knowing what to do.

[plaguedrat]

"The play is called Measure for Measure," Rat explains. He goes over to pick up the book of plays. "I was actually in the middle of it."

[silenttrainbaby]

Soon, perhaps, Rat will tell Grey what happens in this play. He watches the way Rat moves.

Soon, when he has his cast off, hie'll be smoother again, too, not so clumsy and klutzy (or how it feels anyway). He reaches out his hand.

[plaguedrat]

Rat strokes Grey's face, soothing at him a little. "It's one of his less famous plays, Measure for Measure."

[silenttrainbaby]

Leaning into the touch, Grey nods. Not that that means anything to him. He touches Rat's mouth again. He likes to hear him talk; it doesn't matter what, really. He just likes to hear him talk.

[plaguedrat]

He understands that, he thinks. The sound and companionship. It helps him too, though he doesn't think to say it.

"Measure for Measure? Or do you want to read something else?"

[silenttrainbaby]

It could be the dwarves and Hobbits again, or this. They have three different stories going, it seems.

Grey shrugs, letting Rat choose.

[plaguedrat]

"Nope," he teases, smiling. "You have to pick. Your favorite. I'm going to wash my face while you do."

[silenttrainbaby]

Wait! Before he goes, Grey hinges forward, pressing his mouth to Rat's smeared, painted mouth. To taste it, to see if it's that much different.

[plaguedrat]

Rat forgets himself and returns the kiss, deep and hungry, not caring a whit about the way it smears.

[silenttrainbaby]

Oh. Grey slides a hand into Rat's hair, scooting closer. He doesn't much like the taste of the lip color, but the taste of Rat's mouth lures him closer, sending heat down his spine.

[plaguedrat]

He laughs again, know that they're far too close to red-smeared sex at this rate. He softens the kiss a moment, butting his forehead gently against Grey's. "Let me go clean up."

[silenttrainbaby]

But why? There's a breathed-out whimper as Grey feels him pull away. He catches his own lower lip between his teeth, watching, unaware that his own mouth is stained.

[plaguedrat]

"Because we're both covered in lipstick now," Rat says, smearing it along Grey's mouth with his thumb.

[silenttrainbaby]

Chasing that thumb, Grey catches it between his teeth with warm eyes. Is Rat still leaving?

[plaguedrat]

Just to clean up. He extracts himself from the couch and pulls Grey along to show him his own reflection. The two of them look a sight.

[silenttrainbaby]

Surprise paints itself with the red on Grey's face as he looks at himself. He catches himself reaching for the reflection rather than his own face, then he looks at Rat in the mirror.

Can Rat make him look like he does? Grey arches a brow. Can he?

[plaguedrat]

Rat raises his eyebrows, trying to analyze the questions that Grey is transmitting. "What do you want?"

[silenttrainbaby]

A touch to Rat's cheek, then Grey's - color like Rat has. Why not?