#Fleance

[rainintheevening]

I mean... think about it. Who does Banquo love the best after his son? Who does he trust the most, and confide in, and tell endless stories of to his wide-eyed son? Who would be the most important person Fleance would know to run to, should anything go awry?

He's maybe 12, coming back to the palace with his father after a long ride, all pink cheeks and tired but happy, and still thrilled that his father is the closest friend of the new king, and they're staying at the palace now. He takes the torch to light their way down the path from the gate, because he always carries the torch for his father.

His father remarks there will be rain tomorrow.

And then the rush, the torch knocked from his hand and gone out, the scraping of steel as his father tries to draw his sword, and Fleance reaches for his dagger, but the shadows are hulking and his father is shouting over the attackers grunts and complaints. "Fly, fly, fly!" he cries, and the boy obeys.

He knows who to run to for help, he knows who he can trust. He knows how brave and fierce a warrior Macbeth is. So he runs, small and slim, and sure-footed even in the dark.

He does not hear the death gurgle, though his own fear chokes him, knowing his father is probably dead, hoping with the wild hope of youth that Banquo can fight, can fend them off long enough, until Macbeth should come. He doesn't know how many more attackers there might be, he can't be sure they won't come after him. So he skitters off the path, weaves through the trees, trying to remember where the side entrances are, thinking he should slip in through the kitchens. He can't trust anyone until he gets to Macbeth, until Macbeth knows. Macbeth will protect him.

So he slips and he sneaks through the dark, through the doors, taking the round-about way even if it's longer, moving fast, thinking forward, only ahead, not back, he can't think back, not now. There's a feast on, he and his father were supposed to be guests of honour at it. But now the food smells make him nauseous. He skulks through the shadows of the scullery, catching snippets of chatter from the servants: the meal is being served, the feast is gathered, the king is in the hall.

Scottish castles aren't much for decoration, not even the king's, but there's enough people coming and going for him to slip through, and he takes refuge against a chest in a corner, trying to catch his breath, trying to listen for Macbeth's voice. He thinks that voice will mean safety, will mean rescue.

He hears the murderer's rough voice first, and his heart near stops with terror. They've come after him, they'll find him, they'll kill him too. His fingers tremble as he wraps them around his dagger hilt, remembering his father's plea to avenge him. And he determines to take at least one man with him. He doesn't hear Macbeth's approach, or he may have leapt up with a wild determination to save at least Macbeth from the killers.

The first thing he hears from Macbeth is quick, anxious, so much so he's not quite sure it is Macbeth. "There's blood on thy face."

He's gone still, so still, stiller than a rabbit under the eye of a hound, he does not even blink, because the voice is right above him now, both of the voices...

"Oh, tis Banquo's then."

Father...

"Well, better you without than he within. Is he dispatched then?"

"I cut his throat myself. But the son is fled."

The son is fled, yes, the son is fled to sit by and hear his father's best and dearest companion delight in his father's murder, and wish for the son's death. The son is fled to the shadows he thought would protect him, but he sits in the shadow of death.

He doesn't blink or twitch or even breathe for what seems a long time.

When he comes back to himself, the banquet is prepared, everyone is in the feast hall, where he can hear Macbeth's voice. The kindling of rage sparks in Fleance, and he draws his dagger, rising from his shadowed corner, suddenly uncaring for his own life, when none better than Judas stands in the other room. But he looks up, and... he would speak but he cannot, for he thinks he sees his father standing there, over by the stairs, shaking his head, and there's blood all down his shirt, but he's looking at his son, and Fleance can hear the words as if in distant echo—Fly, fly, fly!

Fleance is a dutiful son, he loves his father more than anyone else in the world, he will do what his father commands. So he sheathes the dagger. He slides back into the shadows, and fancies the shadow of Banquo follows him. (They are the lights relegated to the shadows, reduced to flickers.)

In the quiet stables (grooms away to their own supper) gathering the saddle, hands slipping over his father's handsome seat, seeing Banquo's sweet grey mare nicker at him, his hands begin to shake.

In the distance the hue and cry is raised, but he does not hear, for he is weeping suddenly, stumbling to Thistledown's side to cling to her neck, before he turns away and is violently sick.

No one hears him, no one finds him.

He takes Thistledown, rather than his own pony. Somehow he cannot bear to leaver her behind, as if she might be next for Macbeth to want dead. They ride out into the night, a chill rain blowing in from the east, and covering their passage. The boy has only his plaid, his dagger, his flint, a bit of bread and a small skin of wine pillaged from a groom's things, and heart breaking under the weight of betrayal and loss and loneliness.

He does not know where to go now. He knows he can never return. He knows he will survive.

[pjo-tvs-version]

Something about the play Macbeth that really isn't talked about is the character of Banquo. He is always portrayed as this loyal, noble, righteous and honorable person. But we never dig into his ambiguity as a character. He was there with Macbeth when the witches delivered the prophecy, he was kind of subconsciously (I believe consciously though) always suspecting Macbeth's intentions and his reactions from the very beginning. However, we never notice him telling this to anybody. The witches' words did manage to get to him. We see him as this faithful person to Duncan but never once does he mention his meeting with the witches. But never once does he call Macbeth out. It's always like he knows what stuff Macbeth did but just let's it slide. Maybe, you never know he wasn't this great person that he is shown as. Maybe internally he was alright with the drastic turn in events. Maybe a tiny part in him wanted this to happen so that the words of the witches come true. Imagine him having nightmares because of these guilty thoughts and waking up Fleance, his son which makes him extremely concerned about his father. @solo-walker what do you think?

[its-gettin-weird]

THE LARKS!!! Did some headshots of my dnd gang! We’ll get it done on the second try!!!

@immaclaire-ify @mysticalbirdkoala @eiese @nyacoart @artbyfinnbrown

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PROPAGANDA UNDER THE CUT: [SPOILERS AND POSSIBLE TRIGGERS AHEAD]

LOKI:

FLEANCE:

[blackcatarts]

Banquo and Fleance for drawing recs 🥺

he is. little

[caer-gai]

Hey Macbeth people (i know you're here somewhere) anyone got a favourite quote from Malcolm? I'm doing some art with Malcolm, Donalbain, and Fleeance and I wanted to include a quote from each of them. Already using "there's daggers in men's smiles" for Donalbain because it changed my brain chemistry when i first read it but i'm trying to find a good one for the other two

[jammyjams1910]

Didn't put much effort here, one reason is cos it's literally only 6 secs loll but um-

D i l f 😩

[geee-three]

hey can we all just admit that fleance is a silly little guy. a wet cat meow meow. hes silly! and maybe a little doomed to be manipulated by supernaturals and okay kinda there to appease king jimmy and a bit traumatised but. my little meow meow <3

[shakespearenews]

At the level of language, childhood in Macbeth equals emasculation. Lady Macbeth accuses Macbeth of looking with ‘the eye of childhood’ when he balks at returning to the body of the murdered Duncan. Later, trembling at the appearance of Banquo’s ghost, Macbeth berates himself for being ‘[t]he baby of a girl’ – either a girl’s doll or a baby girl. Only when the ghost has disappeared can he be ‘a man again’.

...Macduff’s son is humanized and individuated, yet he remains nameless. In the speech prefixes in the First Folio of 1623, the first printed edition of the play, he is merely called ‘son’. This is significant because it enables him to function as an emblem of childhood innocence, while simultaneously eliciting audience empathy as an individual.

What is particularly interesting about this scene is that Shakespeare deliberately reworks his source material, the historical chronicles known as ‘Holinshed’, to reinforce further the helplessness of the innocent child in the face of tyrannous power. In Holinshed, Macbeth knows of Macduff’s flight and yet expects him to be still at home when he attacks the castle: ‘he came hastily with a great power into Fife, and forthwith besieged the castell where Makduffe dwelled, trusting to have found him therein’. The target of Macbeth’s murderous rampage is thus Macduff himself and not his unprotected family.

[wizardiest-wizard-of-oz]

opening of a post apocalyptic interpretation of the scottish play that will go unnamed was today I think it went pretty well (it's double cast I'm in both casts though one as fleance and one as chorus I think both casts did really well there were a few hiccups though)

[henry-the-queer-artist]

I am immune to the curse of the Scottish Play because my sister was in it.

So I have said the word ''Macbeth'' (yeah that's right I said it) many many times now, to tell people about my sister being in it. I am okay so far.

So now I'm gonna get to the real point of this post: which is that I can now actually quote Shakespeare from the amount of times I went to see my sister in Macbeth.

By the way, my sister played Fleance and Young Siward.

*ahem* so this is what I remember most of em are stupid

''He HAS no children.'' - MacDuff, Act 4

''I have said.'' - Ross, Act 4

''What is thy name?'' - Young Siward, Act 5

''Thou liest, abhorred tyrant, with my sword I shall prove the lie thou speak'st!"' - Young Siward, Act 5

''SEYTON!'' - Macbeth, Act 4

''Is this a dagger which I see before me?'' - Macbeth, Act 2

*aggressive hand scrubbing sounds* - Lady Macbeth, Act 3 (?)

''All my pretty chickens, in one fell swoop!'' - MacDuff, Act 4

lol that's it if you want more get this to 50 notes

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[rainintheevening]

Obsessed with the idea of Fleance 'seeing' things just like Macbeth, because he has a wildly active imagination and is a daydreamer, but he is influenced by his father's more positive outlook, so he's like a combination of Banquo and Macbeth's personalities.

[gavotte-paradisio]

"So Fleance learned how to clone himself."

October 22, 2020

[furrywrecker911]

Holding Down The Forge

Anniversary commission done off of photos from when Teddy and Fleance took part in casting some metal in the dead of winter at a public forge. I'm gonna think about unconventionally making popcorn over top red hot casting plates for a while, now. Done in Clip Studio Paint EX Character belongs to Teddy and Fleance

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PROPAGANDA UNDER THE CUT: [SPOILERS AHEAD]

FLEANCE:

TASHA YAR:

[its-gettin-weird]

Yayayayayay Calypso’s turn!

Hello Calypso, 

What is is your favoutie quality about each of your fellow Larks? 

Sincerely, an optimistic fan. 

(Transcript because I have no great handwriting at all, and also not great camera oops)

"Favorite quality huh?

...it's not gonna be a short answer then.

As much I want to know more about them, they showed to me something that I can appreciate already...

I feel..... conflicted about flee still (I'm glad that he apologized to pearl thought) but. I suppose I can call it a talent to adapt and improvise? His way of talking to people is surprisingly helped us in a couple of situations (even if it sometimes is a little unsettling to me...)

Elle... it's her responsibility. I was feeling not sure about it at first, but now I'm glad that they took somewhat of a role as leader for us. I feel like I can trust her with that (at least I hope...), i just wish i knew her a little more...

Pearl.... I'm afraid I unsure that pushing teenager to missions like we had is a great idea, no matter how strong they are, but as i said pearl is very strong, which helps a lot obviously.

But as her personality..... regardless of her.... "unique" condition, she has a very righteous heart.... sometimes even too righteous which creates some troubles at times to be honest....

But yes, she's... a good kid.

Angelica.... hearing how much she cares about her family, and how protective she is of them was very sweet (and a little unexpected), and I wish we could help her in some way. Maybe then she even be more trustful to us, which would help a lot....

And I hope I'm somewhat of a good companion to them too, even if I'm not always...very not good at helping them in more difficult situations."