That Way Madness Lies: XV of Shakespeare's Most Notable Works Reimagined

by Dahlia Adler

But they were barreling toward a moment that hardly felt simple. A kiss that Tegan had thought they were done with. And why did it feel like Taron had willed them back here? “Peace, I will stop your mouth,” he said. Their bodies, so used to cheating out to face the audience, sealed together, and his mouth pressed theirs, full-on. This was categorically not a stage kiss. When Taron’s lips warmed and his hands moved to the softly shaved nape of their neck, feelings Tegan had tried to banish for months were right there, waiting. Taron kept his face close, cupping their cheek, and whispered softly, “How was that, my dear disdain?” Zounds. Taron was trying to prove his acting chops. Whatever emotions that kiss had set free, Tegan was alone with them. Taron was merely playing along with Tegan’s plotting.