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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Both Angelo and I regarded him with curiosity, though his was significantly more predatory. Interesting…. are his parents as violent as Angelo? He refuses to meet their eyes…

“I’ve also taken up boxing in my spare time to help with training.” I continued, hoping to appease Angelo. The tension in the room only seemed to grow, and it took all I had to stop my hands from shaking. “I would like to say I’m rather good at it, but I don’t enjoy bragging.” I joked weakly.

Angelo nodded, but didn’t respond, too busy studying the two of us with alarming scrutiny. I stole a glance over at Paris, only to see how nervous he was beginning to grow. As much as I hated this situation, I felt bad for him…. he must hate this almost as much as me.

“You finished another mission last week, right Paris?” My mother’s sickeningly sweet tone was an unmistakable threat. I raised my head and nodded, staring past her at the wall to dodge the poisonous glare she shot in my direction.

“Tell us about it,” Angelo prompted, his eyes never leaving the pair of us. The tension in the room grew. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore—I reached over from beneath the table and took Paris’s hand in mine, hoping the gesture would comfort him.

Juliet grabbed my hand from under the table, giving me the excuse to hide away from our parents’ prying gazes for a moment and look at her instead. I wasn’t sure how to thank her without openly saying the words—a sign of weakness I’d be punished for. All I could do was gently squeeze her hand and hope the gesture sufficed. I took a deep breath to collect myself and met Angelo’s gaze with my own. “It was a track and kill of a Montague.”

I nearly choked on my bite of chicken. What?

And all of a sudden, a horrific future came to life in my mind. Because I had been promised to Paris, my enemies were his. My enemies… meaning the Montagues. Romeo. He was in danger because of me.

I barely noticed Angelo nodding in approval, asking for the name of the newly killed.

“Sofía Montague, a known assassin.” I tried to sound confident, clutching Juliet’s hand like a little kid underneath the table. Killing, fighting, organized crime. That was all easy compared to having to explain it.

Angelo’s lips twisted into a horrible grin. “Very good, Paris.”

(Are Paris’s parents going to ask Juliet any questions?)

(They probably should lol)

I dipped my head, trying not to flinch as my mother spoke up. “Juliet, what have you been doing over the years?” She asked, her voice surprisingly gentle.

I raised my eyes when I was spoken to, unconsciously tightening my grip on Paris’s hand. “As far as missions go, I’ve done thievery, arson, reconnaissance, smuggling, dealing, and scouting. My first hit mission is scheduled for next week.”

I delivered these lines calmly, careful to keep my tone completely flat.

I looked over at Juliet surprised she could keep cool while I was shaking in my seat. I squeezed her hand softly to comfort her.

“Lovely. And I trust you’ve already been planning for the wedding?” Veronica spoke slowly, glancing over at Angelo to gauge his reaction.

I very nearly yanked my hand away from his.

“My father’s been doing most of the planning so far,” I answered honestly.

Veronica nodded curtly, pausing to think about this. My father spoke up in her absence. “Angelo says you’ve been doing quite well in school.” He began casually, his eyes sharp and calculating, piercing me from across the table. “Care to elaborate for us?”

It struck me right then that I was practically being interrogated by the two leaders of the most powerful mafia this side of the Atlantic. I swallowed, before launching into a brief response.

“My best subjects are English, Biology, and…” My eyes flickered towards Paris. “Drama. I haven’t received a mark below ninety-five in either as far as my report card goes. My current average in Mathematics is a ninety-three.”

“You remind me of your mother.” Veronica smiled, but I had a feeling it was a shot at Angelo. “She was just as smart as you.”

Shit.

At the mere mention of my mother, emotion welled up inside of me. I pulled my hand from Paris’s grip and dug my fingernails into my wrist as hard as I could, using the pain as an anchor. “Thank you very much, Mrs. Escalus.”

Across the table from me, my father had paused, something unidentifiable flickering in his eyes.

((The sequel to this should be "The Rose of Verona", It's about Angelo and Aurora))

(we may or may not have been planning that 😉😉)

I wanted to apologize. To reach over and supply comfort. But I couldn’t. Not with my mother watching. Every action under her scrutiny. Her judgement. I desperately wished things worked the other way around. That after marrying her Iw outdo get to come back here, not return home.

((The sequel to this should be "The Rose of Verona", It's about Angelo and Aurora))

(we may or may not have been planning that 😉😉)

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

I wanted to apologize. To reach over and supply comfort. But I couldn’t. Not with my mother watching. Every action under her scrutiny. Her judgement. I desperately wished things worked the other way around. That after marrying her Iw outdo get to come back here, not return home.

A few more minutes of strained politeness passed. Our butler came by to collect our plates, followed swiftly by another servant carrying our desserts.

I ate ravenously. It was almost impossible to pace myself once I got the fork in my hand. A sharp glare from my mother forced me to slow down, my hands faintly trembling from hunger.

“You chef is fantastic, Angelo.” My father complimented coolly, wiping his face with a napkin.