forum In Fair Verona // Modern Romeo and Juliet // Private RP - CLOSED

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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“Do you have any siblings?” I asked, “I just realized that I don’t know.”

“Siblings? No. I spent a lot of time with my cousins before all the fighting started. My family’s been split in two since.” I shrugged and sighed. “I do miss them though…”

"That's.. awful," I murmured simply, suddenly feeling a twinge of sympathy, "I'm sorry."

“You… You might know one of them, I believe he’s around your age. Have you ever met a Mercutio Escalus before?” I scratched at my arm, a little weirded out by the idea that my wife-to-be is the same age as my little cousin.

My eyes widened, and for a solid ten seconds, I just stared at him. "You mean…. the Montague?" I said finally, struggling to wrap my head around this concept. "The best friend of the son of Rafael Montague?"

My boyfriend?

“Ah, he’s still close with Romeo then?” I shook my head, stifling a laugh. “They got into constant trouble together. I… I guess I really do miss him sometimes. Even though he’s always been er— brash.”

This was… risky of him. Admitting move for one of my sworn enemies, right in front of me? Of course, I didn’t care, but there was no way for him to know that…

“I’m sorry you’ve been estranged from him..”

I sighed, but managed a weak smile. “It’s the way of the world. I doubt he’d even recognize me anymore. I don’t suppose you had any connections to the other side?”

“You mean the Montagues?” I clarified, preparing for yet another low.

“Yeah.” I responded back. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I wouldn’t be saying it if my parents didn’t already know.” I chuckled softly. “They weren’t too happy about it, but they didn’t kill me, so I guess that’s a bonus.”

I snorted. “I guess the bar is pretty low for us, huh? And no, I have no connections to the Montagues. Unless you count frequent brawls with Romeo Montague where I come out as the winner.”

Yeah, I fight him all the time. With my mouth on his and his hands on my waist.

“I’ll have to teach you how to box sometime.” I smiled, genuinely so, and ran a hand through my hair. “I think you’d have the passion for it.”

“I used to take kickboxing lessons,” I recalled, thinking back for a moment. “And yeah, that sounds like fun. Thank you.”

“Of course.” I looked around, making sure the waiter hadn’t returned yet, before resting my head on the table. Exhaustion bogged down my limbs, making every movement seem weighted and heavy.

“Sleep,” I coaxed him softly—for both our benefits. “I’ll wake you when I see the waiter.”

“No… No, I’m okay.” I lifted my head back up, wincing a little at the pain shooting from my neck. “I’ll give you my full attention, I’m sorry.”

“Paris, you need to stop apologizing for something you can’t control,” I told him gently. “Please, rest. You clearly need it, and I don’t mind.”

“Are you certain?” I forced myself to perk up, pray I looked awake enough.

“Absolutely certain,” I confirmed, forcing myself to lean over and pat his shoulder.

I leaned into her touch before pulling away and lowering my head onto the table, leaving my aching neck exposed to the cool air with the hopes of the swelling going down a bit. It didn’t take long before I was fully unconscious, the tension leaving my body for a short amount of time while I slept.

I let my eyes brush over the mark on his neck—so that was what he had been rubbing all this time? But I tore my eyes away, trying to savour the moment alone.

It was blissful. Although when I imagined taking Juliet on a date it didn’t involve being passed out on a rooftop, drooling on a cheap tablecloth. But sometimes things don’t work out the way I expect. This just happened to be one of those things, and lord knows I needed the rest.

I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to collect my frazzled nerves. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a brink, hanging by a slowly snapping thread.

What am I going to do?

I snore peacefully. For once I had no nightmares. I hadn’t gotten more than two hours of sleep in the last three days. Now that my body finally had it, I was more than reluctant to let it go.

We sat like that for a while, my thoughts smoothing over until my mind was as still as a lake. My mouth relaxed from its forced curve into a relaxed, serene smile. For a few precious minutes, I was alone with my thoughts. I was calm, at peace.

Then, I caught sight of the waiter emerging from the kitchens and hurriedly shook Paris awake.