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Title: Glance of Love

Genre: Much Ado About Nothing (2011 performance)
Rating: T (with two chapters rated M – one for paranoia, the other with... more cause)
Pairings: Bendick/Beatrice, Claudio/Hero
Summary: One chance look shared on the night before the ill-fated wedding day drew a pair of dueling lovers together... a bit earlier. Thus altering the lives of those around them as well.
Dedication: To Shakespeare for writing the play. To the people who arranged to put on the amazing performance, to Digital Theatre for putting out a download, and – most of all – David Tennant and Catherine Tate for the silent exchange that inspired this fic – as shown here (and all pics within - unless otherwise noted - came from the same source):
Disclaimer: I didn't have the money to see this in person. So I own nothing except this idea. :( And a copy of the Digital Theatre download. :D
Author's Note: Title is a play on the song that was playing as this moment happened. My muse is a definite minx for coming up with this... and a few other MAAN-based ideas. :D

This would probably make more sense if you've seen that MAAN production, but I wrote it with the aim of trying to make things clear to any reader. Still, I know my peeps who had the great fortune to get tickets and see the play – or fans like me who had to wait for the Digital Theatre download – will get every last reference I make to the performance itself. I suppose this is also for the fans who either can't afford to get the download and the ones whose computers can't make it work – every Doctor/Donna fan should get to see this play.

Readers, this is the result of being an unrepentant Doctor/Donna fangirl, adoring the dynamic Tennant and Tate have in anything they do, and having an imagination that went into overactive squeegasm madness over several moments I refer to. :D Heck, spoiler footage of The Kiss powered me to reach NaNo winner status in under fifteen days. That and an Internet blackout at my house that prevented me from watching it over and over again. :D

Happy Birthday, sykira! Here comes the part I know you've been waiting for! This is easily the biggest picspam yet. Too bad I was missing more screencaps. There are a few moments I wish I could show everyone. :D

Sigh No More, Ladies / Seals of Love / Light of Love / We Go Together / Come Away Death / Sonnet Rap /  The Rain It Rainth Everyday

Author's Note: This song is a bit more... on the positive side than the chapter's events really are, although the title is pertinent. And none of the other titles fit, or they were all meant for another event. So... bear with me. :) Now enjoy the alternate version of the wedding day.

Chapter 8: Who is Hero?

The guests were almost all in place. Friar Francis was speaking quietly with Don Pedro and Claudio, and wondering why both men seemed so grave. He had heard from his brother – who had briefly interrupted his duties on the Watch to speak with him last night – that the two were merry enough the previous night, although he did not truly approve of the actions mentioned. What man who took his own holiness seriously could?

Don John had been standing a long while, delaying sitting behind Hero's mother in his assigned seat. He was impatient for the Count to begin the diatribe that would undo the march-chick. He only sat when word spread that Hero was about to appear. He hissed at the boy of the house for working on some little hand-held item that made a lot of noise. Fortunately, the boy's mother – one of Hero's waiting gentlewomen – sat and took the toy with a quiet rebuke.

He had had a moment of concern when the constable and his aide came in to speak with Leonato, but they were such fools that he soon was at relative ease again. Nothing could stop the plot now!

From opposite ends, Benedick and Beatrice entered in a rush. They met in silence in the middle of the area off to the side, unaware that several people – including the grim Don Pedro and Claudio – were watching them intently.


Benedick took in her lovely appearance, struck silent with awe – and desire. If she had dressed this way before, some other man might have tried to woo her in earnest. He was suddenly very grateful she had chosen to hide her looks as much as she had.

Beatrice's eyes drank in the sight of him in dress uniform. He was so appealing, it made her tremble. What could she do?

She sneezed. Loudly and right on his dress uniform. Startling him.


The whole congregation noticed. Even the Friar looked up from his book.

Beatrice was mortified. She straightened herself and tried to recover her dignity. She motioned to wipe off anything, but was surprised when Bendick shook his head.


No harm done, he tried to tell her silently. It might be a symptom of the drinking. He would not hold it against her.

Relieved, she turned to sit next to her aunt. She heard his footsteps, expecting it since he had to sit somewhere. She reached her seat, leaned to pick up her programme, and straightened to find Benedick leaning to pick up the programme from the chair right behind hers.


He had to choose a seat close to her. It would let him look at her without anyone thinking anything of it, and keep him near. That it placed him right next to Don John was unfortunate, but he would endure a lot for Beatrice's sake. Indeed, he did not trust the man. When Don John had thanked Leonato just two days ago, Benedick's eyebrows could not stay still – he was certain that the words were not sincere, based on he observed of the bastard prince's character.

She tried to compose herself as she turned around, now very aware of his gaze.

They both started to sit, but the wedding march began, popping them right back up as the congregation stood.

Beatrice watched the beginning. Her cousin's earlier nervousness seemed vanished, replaced with an utter calm joy. A smile graced her lips, as she was truly happy for Hero.


Until Claudio's words seemed to belie expectation. And then he shoved Hero back at her own father and began spewing words of hate at her.

Beatrice rushed forward to protect her cousin against any physical violence. But she could do naught against the verbal, the more dangerous.


Many – including Benedick – stood in shock, trying to follow the accusations. No one wanted to believe them, but none knew how to challenge Claudio.

Innogen was unable to stand. Her heart told her that Hero was innocent, but would she be listened to? Especially since her own husband was not challenging the accusations as he ought to be?!

Benedick's eyes widened as it became clear that Claudio somehow thought Hero was not as pure as she seemed. How could he reach such a conclusion, even with his impetuous streak?! And what would this do to Hero?! And what was Don Pedro doing in claiming Hero was no maiden?!


He could not let this continue, especially given that Don John had joined in the scorn moments before.


“My lord,” he loudly addressed the prince, shooting out toward them, “how can this be? How can a lord who said that he knew Hero is worthy suddenly accuse her of such foul deeds?!”

Horrified, Don John held out an arm to stop Benedick's progress. No, this man could not be permitted to prevent this from succeeding!

Don Pedro was startled at his lieutenant's words. He was the last man he expected to challenge this. “Benedick, I did believe it. Till last night, I would have stood by that belief.”

But,” Benedick insisted, stepping toward them and determinedly around Don John, “what proof could you have? Surely someone could testify to her innocence.” This had to be false, he believed. Someone was deceiving the prince and the count, and he only needed one guess as to who.


He had to act. It only took one man to ruin a woman. It took at least three women to ruin a man, and that was not assured.

Hear me a little,” cried Friar Francis, finding the courage to speak. “For I have only been silent so long and given way unto this course of fortune. By noting of the lady I have mark'd a thousand blushing apparitions to start into her face, a thousand innocent shames in angel whiteness beat away those blushes; and in her eye there hath appear'd a fire, to burn the errors that these princes and count hold against her maiden truth.” He held up his hands when Claudio opened his mouth. “Call me a fool; trust not my reading nor my observations, which with experimental seal doth warrant, the tenor of my book; trust not my age, my reverence, calling, nor divinity, if this sweet lady lie not guiltless here under some biting error.”

Benedick looked at Beatrice, and saw a ray of hope to silence any protests against the Friar's words. “Lady, were you her bedfellow last night?”

She wanted so much to be able to answer in the affirmative. Alas... “No,” she admitted with tears, “truly, not; although until last night, I have this twelvemonth been her bedfellow.”


Then stand aside, Lady!” exclaimed Claudio. “You have nothing to add here!”

Nothing to add, villain?!” Beatrice shouted, stepping forward and managing to shock Claudio into stepping back. “You dare say that when you would slander, scorn, dishonour my kinswoman?!” Tears threatened to come through into her voice, but anger and the target of it being right in front of her drove her to speak through her choked throat. “O that I were a man! What, bear her in hand until you came to take hands; and then, with public accusation, uncovered slander, unmitigated rancour – O God, that I were a man!” She stepped closer, looking every bit like a fury, as she uttered in the tightest, deadliest tone ever, “I would eat your heart in the marketplace!”


Peace, Lady Beatrice!” cried Don Pedro, reaching for her arm.

She avoided him. “Talk with a man in the open air! A proper saying!” she spat in scorn, anger keeping her tears in check.

Lady Beatrice,” Don Pedro interjected, stepping into her line of sight, “I respect your loyalty to your cousin. It is commendable, but nothing you can say will change the truth.”

Beatrice would not be silenced. “Am I to understand that slander from a man is to be believed over the truth spoken by a woman? That he,” she pointed at Claudio,” is now as valiant as Hercules who only tells a lie and swears it?” Her voice became rather deadly in its quietness at the end.

Claudio recovered himself, determined to not be made a fool by yet another woman. “Lady, you know not what your cousin has done. Indeed your own honour ought to be called into question-”

Count Claudio!” Benedick sharply interrupted. If one more word was uttered, he had realized, Hero's reputation would be murdered and she would never be able to show her face in society again. He could not let that happen. Never mind that his heart felt possessed with a fury beyond measure over the treatment of Beatrice, the dismissal of her words and honour. He stepped away from Don John, who again held out an arm to stop him. Instead, Benedick gripped his hat more securely – to help steady himself to his purpose – and held out his free hand toward the man he had considered a friend. “Shall I speak a word in your ear?”


The room was instantly silenced. A tiny hair pin dropping would have made an unbearably loud noise.

Beatrice's jaw fell. That tone and those words were the prelude to a challenge! He was going to challenge Claudio over this?! Her heart had never beat faster or more unsteadily.

Hero's stricken face went even paler. No, he could not mean what it sounded like he meant!

Leonato and his household stared at the man they intended to see matched to Beatrice. What was he doing? How did he intend to justify his actions?

Don John stared. Was this a good alteration to his plans or not?

Benedick just stared evenly at Claudio. There was no going back from this. He was about to stake his own life on Hero's innocence. But now he also now had his lady's integrity to defend. He would not fail.

All the fight and anger nearly fled Claudio's body. Here was the man who – though an excellent soldier – was rather clownish at times. What did he think he was doing?! He looked at Don Pedro for advice.

The prince was equally silent. He wasn't sure what Bendick intended, but once such words were uttered, they had to be respected no matter the circumstances. Especially when done so publicly. He motioned to Claudio to approach.

Claudio walked over to join Benedick, who stepped a bit further away from the group. “God bless me from a challenge,” the count said, aiming for a bit of a jovial tone – thinking Benedick could not be serious.

Normally, a challenge was done in private. But given how publicly Claudio had accused Hero, he had no choice. “You are a villain,” he loudly declared.

Claudio laughed, a high-pitched sound. The assembly stared at him and Benedick in disbelief.

Benedick's eyes shot to his. “I jest not.”

Claudio – and the rest of the room – was silenced again. Every eye in the room stared at Benedick. No one could remember ever seeing his eyes ever look so cold and controlled – not even his fellow soldiers remembered such on the battlefield.

I will make it good how you dare, with what you dare, and when you dare” Benedick coolly informed the count, keeping his gaze for nearly all the while. Except for when his eyes needed a short break. “Do me right or I will protest your cowardice.”


Beatrice's eyes watered and she held her breath as she witnessed the resolve in Benedick's manner. He was prepared to kill Claudio. For her sake?!

You would with your words kill a sweet and innocent lady, and her death would fall heavy on you,” Benedick warned. “Withdraw your words now, or let me hear from you.”

Claudio found his voice as Benedick moved toward the ladies and the friar. “Well, I will meet you,” he blustered from shock, slapping Benedick's arm, “so I may have good cheer.” He managed a smile – until Benedick turned around.

Sir.” The word was dripping with sarcasm and the loud implication that the title was undeserved. Benedick was grimly pleased that Claudio stepped back as he stepped forward – although merely the look in his eyes might have done all. “Your wit ambles well; it goes easily.”

This might be very well after all,” Don John reflected very quietly, a tiny smile cracking his features. “I would be blessed in every way to be rid of the Count.”

Don Pedro was uneasy. He knew very well the strengths of his two men. Claudio had height and the energy of youth on his side. But Benedick carried age, wisdom, deadly discipline, and the sheer belief that he was in the right. He swallowed and tried to defuse the moment. “Benedick, do my eyes deceive me, or are you doing this for the love of Beatrice? I cannot think of any other reason.”

My lord,” Benedick said, holding up a hand to ask to be heard, and to stop such further speech. “I do this because it is a gentleman's duty to stop the defamation of a lady he believes innocent of the charges laid at her door. I will not deny that I do look upon the Lady Beatrice with every eye of favor and wish to bound with her in the state of honorable marriage, but I will not force my will upon her person.” He looked at her with profound regret. “If I had been wise to that when I met her, I would not have perhaps cost us many years together.”

Tears flooded her eyes. She could not speak, though her mouth moved. He was being a man for her sake, even if his actions were right on their own terms. He was meeting her challenge beyond anything her imagination could have created!

Benedick turned back to the prince. “Marriage to Beatrice would make me cousin to Hero, which would mean defending her honor would be my duty to my wife and her family. But most of all, I do this because no one else has stepped forward even though they must know in their hearts that Hero is wronged.” He put his hat on his head, and reached into his dress jacket. “My lord, for your many courtesies I thank you, but if you persist in saying Claudio is right to say what he has, then I must discontinue your company sooner than I had planned.” He held out the letter.


The silence was even deeper than before. Many face were wide open from shock. Including Beatrice's.

Don Pedro's was slightly slack, looking into Benedick's eyes and finding nothing but resolve. He slowly accepted the letter. “You are in earnest,” he pronounced. “You are casting your lot entirely with Beatrice and her family.”

Benedick's posture was tall and assured. “It is what is right. You, your brother, and your right hand would among you kill Hero with these wrongful accusations.” He wanted to accuse the Bastard, but had to bide his time. “For my Lord Lackbeard there,” he added, pointing at the stricken Claudio, “he and I shall meet if he cannot prove that his wisdom is being misled somehow. Though I would still demand a penance for his actions.” He lowered his hand to his side. “You now know my mind, boy. What say you? Shall I send you away to your gossip-like humour? Shall you answer as a man would, and prove how you came to be so mistaken? Or must I seek my satisfaction from others on that score?”

This break with the prince suited Don John's desire for mischief. And yet Benedick could still very well undo the entire plan.

Claudio was silent, struggling to find his composure and his voice.

Don Pedro finished reading the letter, and folded it, holding it in one of his hands. “Benedick, you may ask me the questions, for I came to the knowledge at the same time Claudio did.”

Benedick turned to properly address the prince. “Did you see the lady's face, this woman you say was Hero?”

The prince shifted slightly in his shoes, suddenly feeling a twinge of doubt. “I confess we did not, as it was dark.”

Did you hear her speak?” Benedick's question was prompt – he could feel Beatrice bristling with rightful indignation.

Claudio cleared his throat. “No, we only heard the villain call her Hero.”

Beatrice would not be silent. “Upon this little bit do you accuse her?! This little bit of heresy?! Upon whose claims did you three chance upon this encounter?!”

Don John was silent. The lady was rather alarming in her unnatural fury.

Don Pedro took a deep breath. “My brother's,” he admitted.

Benedick's own scoffing rang across the room and he pulled his hat off in frustration. Why was he not surprised? He had known the prince and Claudio to have the very bent of honour, and it was entirely expected to find that their wisdoms were being misled by John the Bastard whose spirits toiled in a frame of villany. But he lacked the proof that the prince's brother was behind the plot. So he had to resort to what he had at hand, which might still require him to kill Claudio.

He recovered himself and said the words that truly needed to be said. “Lady,” he addressed Hero, “these men will not listen to your words, grant them any weight. But I shall hear you. Do you know what man is he that you are accused?”

Hero's eyes held the fire that Friar Francis had spoken of. “They know that do accuse me, I know none!” She turned to Claudio, chancing to catch and hold his eyes. “If I know of any man alive than that which maiden modesty doth warrant, let all my sins lack mercy! O my father...” She turned to Leonato, rushing forward and grabbing his numb hands. “Prove you that any man with me convers'd at hours unmeet, or that I yesternight maintained the change of words with a single creature...” Not counting her mother or her gentlewomen, she silently added before letting her father's hands go forcefully. “Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death!” She stood tall, her rightful anger shining bright in stance and tone.

Benedick turned to the assembly. “Are these the words of a woman who knows that God would condemn her for her actions? Shall none of you even entertain the idea that she speaks the truth?!”

Friar Francis looked at the lady's accusers in restrained alarm as the room was silent. “There is some strange misprison in the princes and the count,” he said, firm in his words and yet respectful to their station.

Leonato struggled to breathe steadily. “I know not. If they speak but truth of her, these hands shall tear her.”

Benedick rushed forward – dropping his hat – upon seeing Leonato's hands raise, and he stepped between Hero and her father, grabbing the man's arms. It made many look in shocked awe at him. But he acted because he could not believe that Leonato disbelieved his own child. This was the action of a man so distrustful of women that he would believe men he had a relatively short acquaintance with over the child he had professed himself devoted to?! He held back the retort he wanted to deliver. And God knew he had plenty to say over the man's denying his niece the right to govern her own fortunes!

Only Don John and Beatrice looked alarmed – but for very different reasons.

But Leonato pulled back, showing he would not harm Hero. Not now. “If they wrong her honour, the proudest of them shall well hear of it.”

Benedick relaxed slightly. Leonato was redeeming himself a quarter.

Fatherly love and anger made Leonato stand taller than he had in a long while. “Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, nor age so eat up my invention, nor fortune made such havoc of my means, but they shall find awak'd in such a kind, both strength of limb and policy of mind, ability in means...” He looked at Benedick in some surprise and considerable gratitude. “...and choice of friends... to quit me of them thoroughly.” He raised his hand in a cutting gesture, making his daughter lose a bit more colour.

Well, Benedick thought with a frown as he noted Hero's growing alarm, maybe only an eighth.

Peace, Leonato!” cried Don Pedro, surprised by the turn of events.

Innogen could not keep silent any longer. Her niece had spoken, and she had to. She suddenly stood from her chair, where she had been stricken with shock, and grabbed a champagne-filled glass, crying, “Let Claudio answer me!” She threw the contents in his face.

Leonato opened his mouth, and flung his hands in the air when he realized too late his wife's intent. Don Pedro stared in shock. Claudio exclaimed in disbelief. Don John was uncertain whether to be pleased or alarmed.

Mother!” Hero called in dismay. The rest of the assembly was further numbed with surprise.

Innogen was undaunted. “Come follow me, boy, come sir boy,” she continued in a mocking, withering tone, following him as he tried to walk away toward Don Pedro, “come follow me, sir boy, I'll whip you from your foiling fence!”

Beatrice's lips quirked into the tiniest hint of a smile despite the moment. A great secret of her aunt's was that she had been taught to fence, and had quietly taught both her niece and her daughter.


She raised her free hand to stop her husband from walking forward. “Content yourself!” she cried, turning to Claudio. “God knows I love my daughter and that I saw her to bed almost at the time you accuse her. And she is al-but slandered to death by villains that dare as well answer a man indeed as I dare take a serpent by the tongue.”

Benedick's eyes widened in a bit of awe. He had long suspected that there were subtle ways that Beatrice's spirit had been encouraged by her aunt, and now he had the proof.

Innogen,” Leonato protested weakly, feeling a duty to take control as the patriarch of the family. Also, he felt that her words were a slap to him, a rebuke for failing their child.

Hold you content!” She was not about to not get her say in the matter, to deliver a blow to Claudio's pride that would surely last a lifetime – and be well-remembered by the gallants of the town – and a warning to her husband that he needed. The gentleness of her tone was belied by her words. “What, man! I know them, yea, and what they weigh, even to the utmost scruble... scambling, outfacing, fashion-monging boys that lie, and cog, and flout, deprave, and slander, go anticly, and show outward hideousness, and speak off half a dozen dang'rous words, how they might hurt their enemies, if they durst, and this is all.”

The women in the room were in awe of seeing the town's leading lady dare speak to a count in such terms that could only be meant as the ultimate insult to his manliness. It would be well-remembered by all.

Claudio could not believe his ears, but he dared not speak against her. That would be against the code of conduct, even if her words would mean calling her out were she a man of his age. He was also too overwhelmed by the sudden opposition he found himself again.

Friar Francis held up his hands to put a halt on things. “Pause a while,” he pleaded, stopping the protests that nearly came out of Don Pedro's mouth. “And let my counsel sway this case.” He took a breath, composing his thoughts in a hurry. “There is a great lack of knowledge about what happened last night. Let there be a search for this person who called a young lady by the name 'Hero', and make him answer for his actions. Make him bring this matter to a close, and then...” He sighed. “Why, then let the challenge go forward, if it must. But let us not act in haste, my lords and ladies.”

Don John was uneasy. “Let me hope,” he whispered to himself, “that Borachio has hidden himself away.”

Don Pedro thought a moment, and nodded. “I will commit any man who I can be assured could not have been the villain to join the search.”

Leonato took a number of breaths. “Let it be done at once,” he commanded after a long moment. “I will have my answers, though my soul does tell me that Hero is belied.” He turned to Benedick before anyone could comment. “Young lord of Padua, you have placed yourself where you may endure the scorn of your own family for your actions in refusing the further advancement that the prince could offer you. You are prepared to face those consequences?”

I am,” Benedick answered calmly. “As I said, Seńor, it is only right.”

He nodded slowly. “Yet I must show my gratitude, and I can only think of one way to repay you for your friendship to my family. You declared that you desire to be my niece's husband, did you not?”

Benedick and Beatrice froze, while the room went silent again. He glanced at her in confusion, but plainly answered, “Yes.”

Then, if my niece will agree, you two may be wedded by our friar this very moment.”

Now everyone was paying complete attention. Margaret – stunned into such silence that she could not defend her lady – was paying particular attention, impatient to see what happened and hoping that her lady's cousin would not be a fool and continue the merry war. Hero herself was watching intently, breath in her throat.

Don John twitched, not liking seeing someone get what they wanted, and yet he had no clue how to prevent it. The twitch was tiny, but it was obvious to anyone who might have bothered to watch him – he acted so tightly wound his brother had often warned him that he should relax before he sprained something.

Bendick swallowed as his wide eyes met Beatrice's. “Only if she chooses it freely,” he declared, voice considerably quieter than before.

Beatrice hesitated to even answer. He was leaving it to her, proving he had listened to her the night before and would endure whatever scorn his fellow men might throw at him. He had proved himself.

Still... marriage under these circumstances? She looked at Hero. “When all this has happened?” she asked her. “How could you bear it?”

Hero rushed forward and took her hands in hers. “Cos, if I cannot be wedded today, let me have the joy of seeing you with a good husband.”

Benedick's expression tightened. That seemed a rather unlikely approach to work on Beatrice's mind. Far too close to the beliefs of the family who had imposed on her, he worried.

But Beatrice found it more reassuring than imposing. Her cousin would not remonstrate her for reaching the married state before she did, even in the midst of the agony of the day. Beatrice hugged her cousin instantly.

This was an unclear sign to Benedick's mind. He could not tell what she had decided, and did not dare assume.

Beatrice pulled herself together and let go of her cousin to face Benedick. She met his uncertain eyes with a measure of calm. “You have given me proof that I would never have dreamt of asking for. If you are truly mine, then... come, I will have thee.”

No one who had known Beatrice could have been prepared for such an admission. It seemed unnatural for her. But not to Benedick – he was suddenly filled with profound relief and even joy despite the moment. And even more confidence – he would succeed for her if Claudio left him no choice.

Neither noticed Hero gently pick up the hat from the ground as Benedick took Beatrice's hands before the Friar. Neither heard anything beyond Friar Francis' words and prompts, which they answered as they ought. Neither saw anything except for their mutual looks at each other. The gazes of a thousand regrets, hopes, desires flowed between them.

It was only natural that as soon as they were declared married that their lips met in a salute. One that lasted until they had to part for air.


None dared to interrupt. An intruder might have been beaten by them for ruining the moment.

One person was more delighted than anyone else at the sight of the newly married pair. Although Beatrice questioned how much she was loved by her relations, no one who had the chance to observe Innogen's clasped hands, tilted head, and smiling expression – tempered as it was by grief for her child's uncertain fate – would have doubted that she loved her niece as a daughter. She had been uncertain how to express it without being seen as in the wrong.

But it was unquestionably a mother's love being silently expressed. For a lady related to her only by marriage, but it mattered not to the woman who raised Beatrice.

Chapter 9: Pardon, Goddess of the Night


( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 16th, 2012 11:12 am (UTC)
this is fscking amazin
just sayin
Sep. 19th, 2012 05:05 am (UTC)
You're flipping welcome! ;D
Sep. 20th, 2012 06:13 pm (UTC)
This is so incredible, your plot reworkings leave my jaw hanging open, such intriguing twists, taking these beloved characters in such interesting directions.

The whole sequence when Leonato first recognizes Benedick's noble actions and then offers Benedick his niece's hand in marriage...gahhhh I was holding my breath! It was gorgeously done, so fitting for the time and dovetailing nicely with Benedick having proved himself beautifully. And when Benedick insists upon it being Bea's free choice...oh be still my heart! He doesn't dilute his manliness, he INSISTS, he simply uses it for her protection out of love for her---this is the very essence of him that I love beyond words.

I love your grasp of Innogen too, it's hard to notice her delight at the kissing pair because well, your eyes are on the kissing pair :D :D so I think it wasn't until the Digital Theater production that I spotted her joy but sighhhhh it shows her maternal love for Bea. I definitely have her being very maternal toward Bea in mine.

tiny typo here: Hero's mother 0 his assigned seat :) hope you don't mind me pointing it out!

Edited at 2012-09-20 06:13 pm (UTC)
Sep. 20th, 2012 11:40 pm (UTC)
*happy Wilf dance over your delight*

I was hoping you'd love that moment and found it in keeping with the characters. Yes! :DDDDDD

Adding the bit about Innogen was a last addition. It just occurred to me that she was so happy during The Kiss that there's no way she didn't love Bea like a daughter. Yay that I'm not the only one who thinks that! :DDDD

Corrected! Thanks. :)
Apr. 2nd, 2014 03:06 am (UTC)
so so so well done! I've got most of Beatrice's lines from MAAN memorized at this point, so at first the reworking was a little jarring for me, but as this story has progressed it's completely drawn me in and I love it!!!!!
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