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

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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((Marina and Mercutio are M&M for sure))

“R-Right…” I let my voice fade to a whisper, looking away to hide my face. “God, the things you do to me.” I shook my head softly.

(Yasss)

Dipping my head close to his, I let my breath brush across his ear, stirring the light crosshatching of dark hairs beside it. “And I could do a whole lot more…” I whispered, though I knew that the statement had no substance; I was only trying to fluster him.

Blood instantly rushed to my face. I groaned in protest, squeezing her hand lightly. “You’re awful.” I whined, but there was no bite behind the remark.

(XD, will do, C)

“That’s not exactly what you were telling me when we were kissing on top of each other, but whatever you say….”

My grin, though bordering on shy, was edged with mischief.

“Since when did you get so confident? That supposed to be my thing.” I protested playfully, gathering the courage to turn and face Juliet again.

“You forget that I slammed your face into a brick wall a few weeks ago. Confidence is supposed to be my thing, and besides…” I gave a little shrug. “The more flustered you get, the more it feeds my bravado.”

“I’ve noticed, and how could I forget? You slammed my head into a brick wall and Ive been madly in love with you ever since.” I snickered, rolling my eyes. “On a more serious note, it was the first time I found myself a bit stunned by your beauty.”

I blinked at him for a moment or two, taken by surprise. “Really? I tried to physically harm you, and that’s what made you fall for me?”

“It was kinda dumb, I’ll admit to that. I think I was just already dazed from the minor concussion. And then you’re super pretty and could kick my ass. I was just sort of… sold.” My smile turned sheepish.

My heart fluttered helplessly, like a caged bird begging to be set free. I leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek, the gesture somehow seeming more intimate than our previous make-out session. “I think I started to fall for you… when I drew roses on your cast.”

(I just reread that scene and wow okay I’m crying now)

“You fell for me when I ugly cried in the middle of our drama class?” I joked, recalling the moment. I had felt so lost and alone. It was the gentle gliding of Juliet’s pen that reanimated my heart until it was beating again.

(I reread his whole thing yesterday but now I’m going to do it again)

“Yes,” I replied honestly, “I did. We were both so… broken, that moment, and you were putting so much faith in me…”

I lifted my cast, revealing Juliet’s roses in the moonlight. “You should color them in sometime. Maybe add some violets.” I added, my voice suddenly a lot more tender than I expected.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, blinking rapidly to dispel the tears that threatened to form. “I can—I can do it now, if you want?”

“I’d like that.” I squeezed Juliet’s hand before releasing it to wipe at my eyes. “Sorry I— I don’t know why I have to do this.” I grumbled, hididng my face.

“Don’t hide your beautiful face from me, alright?” Lowering his hands from his face, I wiped his eyes for him and stood. “I’ll be right back with my pens.”

I nodded, not even trying to hide my embarrassment anymore. Juliet was the only person I felt safe being vulnerable around. She always managed to coax out my softer side anyways, there was no point in trying to resist.

I rose to my feet, slipping back into my room, which was shrouded in an empty silence and bathed in shadow, a sharp contrast to what was happening out on the balcony. I extracted my (secretly bought) stash of brush pens from a hollow space behind my bookshelf and was out of the house before my fear could catch up with me.

The balcony grew cold as Juliet left to grab her pens. Suddenly I was shivering, goosebumps running across my skin as my breaths punctuated the brisk air like smoke spiraling off one of my father’s cigars. I could only imagine the punishments I would get if he found out about this. The hot butt of the cigar coming down on my skin. It wouldn’t be the first time. Small ringlets of discolored burns dotted my back like spots from that form of punishment. I flinched at the memory, curling up in a ball just as Juliet stepped back outside.

My smile died on the curve of my lips the moment I laid eyes in Romeo, who, with distress scrawled across his face, had curled up into a little ball.

“Romeo?” I whispered urgently, hurrying over and falling to my knees beside him. “What happened?”

“Sorry.” I muttered quietly, grabbing Juliet’s hand and squeezing it, actively seeking out comfort. “Sorry. I—er… sorry.” I fumbled to explain, but I didn’t have the courage to relive the memory again by putting it into words.

I bit my lip until I felt the skin crack, hesitant to push him further. Finally, I merely slipped my arms around him in a tight, wordless hug.

I hugged Juliet back with my arm, steadying my breathing. “Bad flashback.” I told her quietly, hesitantly letting go.

I nodded in understanding.

Maybe this was par of the reason we’d been so attracted to each other—we were alike. We both wanted an escape from the same thing. Our parents did the same thing to us. And it was comforting, to know that we weren’t alone.

I wordlessly held up my injured arm, my heart warmed by her understanding. “Try not to jostle it around too much. I haven’t had any painkillers since I was released from the hospital. I… I think Rafael sold whatever drugs they gave me.”

I pulled my legs into a crossed position and set his arm down in my lap. “I’ll be careful…”

In my hand, I held a small bundle of nine brush pens, including a black, all tied together by a rubber hand. I removed a pale shade of pink and began to colour one of the roses, sketching around the highlights before overlapping the peachy hue with darker pink and red.

((Goodnight!🌹))

I watched Juliet work, hypnotized by the fluid movements of her pen across my cast. I watched the rose garden on my arm grow lively as each rose took on different hues from Juliet’s gentle touch.