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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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"Don't call me that." My eyes followed him as he lay down, completely exposing himself to me. He was purposely making himself vulnerable—why? To show me that he trusted me?
"And that depends on what you want me to promise."

I glanced over at her for a moment before shutting my eyes. “Ill ask you later, now isn’t the time.” I inhaled deeply, enjoying the feeling of the cold air grating against my throat.

"You can't just do that," I protested, lowering myself down so that I was lying next to him, curled up on my side with his blanket wrapped around me. "What is it?"

“I can. It was dumb anyways. Just forget about it.” I opened one eye to see Juliet, who was now very, very close to me. I shut my eyes again, trying to keep the blush off my face.

Slightly delirious from exhaustion by now, I poked his shoulder. "Come on, I just want to know what it was…" The shingles of the roof felt cool and rough against my bare cheek, almost soothing, in a way.

The cold stung, nipping at my skin, but I didn’t say a word about it, afraid she’d make me leave. “Do you think—“ I cut myself off as soon as I felt my voice start to get choked up again. I cleared my throat a couple of times. “Do you think that maybe…” I trailed off as my voice began to shake. I bit down on my lip, hard, taking several deep breaths. “Maybe, Maybe you could learn to… to, you know, draw another flower for me? For after I’m gone?” I sighed as my voice died out on me, my heart constricting painfully from an odd mixture of embarrassment and grief. “See? Dumb right?”

"Oh…." The soft exhalation parted my lips as my eyes widened softly. But I nodded, an odd sort of pain in my chest, as if his words were bullets that had struck my heart. "It's not dumb, Romeo.. It makes sense, actually. And yeah, I could learn." My smile was pained, lined with sorrow. "Something.. blue?"

“Purple.” I correctled, my voice cracking loudly. “Fuck.” I grumbled, rubbing at my eyes. “Sorry.”

"It's fine…" I murmured in response. It was as if the crack in his voice had broken something in me, worn me down further. "Like… violets?"

“Y-Yeah… I like violets.” I forced myself to open my eyes. “When I get to America I’m gonna plant you a rose garden.” I added on quietly.

When? If I was being honest, I doubted he would get that far, a prospect that frightened me. "I'll learn to draw violets, then. How are you getting to America?" Suddenly, I was struck by the slight irony of the situations. Roses are red, violets are blue. I already drew roses to remember someone, now I would be drawing violets. And the line 'violets are blue' seemed to indicate to the Montague family colour, blue.

“I’ll steal a bunch of cash before I leave. Sneak onto some second rate cruise ship that’ll take me across the sea to Croatia, buy myself a plane ticket and head straight for the states.” I explained my voice hardly above a whisper. “I’ll land right in New York City. I have to pick a new name for myself still and all of that.”

"That's………. much easier said than done," I tried to reason with him. "How do you know your mafia family won't catch up to you? And how are you going to fake an identity once you land?"

“I don’t now they won’t catch up to me, and I have no clue.” I turned my head to gaze at Juliet, a bit of a goofy smile on his face.

"…… Oh. That's not a very good plan then, is it?" His smile….. once again, it was too much to bear. I let my eyes fall shut, shifting unconsciously closer to his warmth.

Juliet had moved close enough to me now that I could feel a little bit of heat radiating off her, helping me start to warm up. “It’s a terrible plan, but it’s a plan.” I whispered faintly. I shifted closer to Juliet for extra warmth, being carful not to touch her.

"One that could get you killed………" My eyes remained firmly shut—I didn't open them for fear of seeing that lovestruck expression again.

“I risk that everyday here.” I felt my eyelids start to drop, liking from gaining a source of warmth. My nose had started to run, and I’m pretty sure I have frostbite. I startled myself by sneezing, yelping in pain when I moved my cast too fast.

The sneeze took me by surprise, causing me to tense and flinch back as my body instinctively took the sudden sound to be a threat. After I'd relaxed, I gave Romeo a concerned look. "You should go inside.."

“No way.” I sniffled, adjusting until I was comfortable again. “I’m doing good right here.” I shut my eyes again, curling up next to Juliet.

"No, you're not," I argued, poking his shoulder a second time. "You're going to catch a cold. Or frostbite. Or both."

My eyes flew open as she poked my shoulder. Juliet knew exactly how to make my heart race. “I’m warm here.” I lied, refusing to move.

"Liar.." I muttered, poking him again. "Come on. What do I have to do to get you inside?"

“You’d have to come inside with me.” I pouted dramatically, sniffling again. “I like spending time with you. Feels safe.”

“Romeo, I can’t come inside…. I’ll be caught and killed,” I protested, sighing.

“Exactly. So I’m staying here with you.” I insisted, my teeth practically chattering.

“Romeo. Please, don’t be more of an idiot than you already are and go inside.” Finally, I opened my eyes, giving him a long, pleading look.

I felt my heart melt on the spot, my brain short circuiting. “I, uh…” I blinked once or twice. My heart hammered against my chest, almost painfully so. My dopey smile had returned at the cost of my resolve. “Yeah um… whatever you want, I guess.” I sat up, sneezing again.

I blinked at his sudden change of heart, propping myself up on my elbow. “That was easy.”

I looked away, my face burning a bright red from reasons other than the cold. “I’m only going in there if you take my pillow.” I grumbled, flustered and embarrassed.