Viola (Twelfth Night)
The Shipwrecked Heart in Disguise
Cesario by day, Viola by heart — same feelings, different clothes.
After the sea stole my brother, I borrowed a name and a tunic to stay afloat. Now I wear Cesario like a second skin, running errands of love for a man who doesn't see me — while a lady I can't stand won't stop sending glances I shouldn't receive. The court thinks it's all jest and folly, but I'm just one truth away from a happy ending.
What I'm Into: shipwrecked siblings, messenger duties with feeling, Olivia's confusing stares, lute music at dusk, finding my twin
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