"You're much less intimidating than I expected," I confessed, a nugget of truth among the web of lies I was spinning around us both. "And you don't need to be nervous when it comes to me—But I'll admit, I can be……harsh, in other scenarios."
Ragazza del fuoco.
(SCREW YOU STUPID FACE)
“I wouldn’t expect anything less, being raised in a war.” I spoke as we stepped out into the garden. “What’s that old saying? Violent delights have violent ends, or something like that.”
(How long are you up, for tonight?)
I nodded, relieved that he seemed to understand. “What’s it like?” I spoke up after a moment, “In Sicily, I mean.”
(Sorry I keep taking so long to reply! I was talking to my cousins on the phone for a couple hours. I have a snow day tomorrow so probab 1-2 AM)
“It’s… nice. Quaint, for lack of a better word. The beaches are the most beautiful. My family owns a vineyard that’s particularly good to watch the sunrise from in the balcony off my bedroom window.” I explained, trying to follow my mother’s advice. Be sensitive.
(It’s no problem! Oh lucky, I might get one tomorrow)
“It certainly sounds nice,” I smiled, though every second spent like this pushed my closer to the edge. “Nicer than here…”
“You’ll love it there.” I smiled, hoping to soothe any worries she had about leaving. “There’s a shop near my house with the best gelato. I’ll have to take you there.”
If anything, his promises only broke me down further. No, I wanted to yell, wanted to back away. Don’t you *dare take me away—*
But I only smiled and spoke yet another lie. “I’m afraid to say that I’m not one for gelato, but I appreciate the gesture.”
“Would you mind telling me something you enjoy?” Juliet seemed to have a distaste for anything I liked, which was admittedly frustrating, but I would have to cope.
(YOU GO JULIET)
(sorry I keep bothering you guys with my comments, I can't keep it to myself.)
(I love your comments Joy! Honestly we should make a Stalker chat for this RP)
“Not at all,” I replied smoothly, sensing that I’d displeased him. “I like fire. I enjoy the heat of a fair fight. Watching the sunset and the sunrise in the same day, swollen blossoms, dark cherries. I like anything theatrical, both older and modern-day plays. I act and I sing.” Had I told him too much about me? No, it was important to retain a small nugget of honesty. After all, I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with him, as much as I hated the idea…
(I love your comments Joy! Honestly we should make a Stalker chat for this RP)
Already did, no one joined it yet :'(
(YOU GO JULIET)
(sorry I keep bothering you guys with my comments, I can't keep it to myself.)
You’re not bothering us at all! It’s really nice to see positive comments, actually, so thank you :)
“Could I hear you sing?” I asked as politely as possible, my curiosity getting the better of my manners. But I was dying to hear the sound of heat voice. Was she a liar? Or was her song as beautiful as her dress?
I was suddenly grateful for the dim light—it meant that he was unable to see my face pale. “I—I don’t sing for many people, but if you’d like me to… what song should I sing?”
“Whatever makes you comfortable.” I assured her, still trying to coax her into singing. “Anything would be wonderful, I’m sure.”
My clammy hands were the only signs of my anxiety as I paused, biting the inside of my cheek. “I’m not warmed up…” I warned Paris, barely having the courage to look him in the eyes as I began to sing the first verse of Phantom of the Opera’s opening theme.
I listened intently, impressed by her singing. “Magnificent…” I breathed quietly. “You have a lovely voice.”
My voice faded away, my cheeks grinning with something I hoped he’d falsely interpreted as flustered shyness, not shame and embarrassment. “Thank you.. you’re too kind. Your turn now, tell me more about yourself and what you like.”
I took note of what I interpreted to be bashfulness and smile gently. “Well, you know I like to draw. I like to box as well.” I offered, hoping it would appease her.
The nugget of information only served to intensify my anxiety—it meant that he was a more seasoned fighter than I was. Had he taken lives? I had no idea.
But I plastered another smile to my face. “A man of many talents, clearly.”
(I’m off to bed now, sorry! Gnight)
(Goodnight! Btw the stalker fan page is taking off if you ever want to see how many adoring fans you have! (Not that many at the moment but awareness is spreading…..))
I allowed her words to warm my heart and flatter me. Something about the situation seemed out of place. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that my future wife was standing right next to me. I’d keep her safe from the rest of the Montagues, kill them if they dared come after her. She’d have our children, help foster our legacy. The whole idea seemed totally and completely insane.
“A singer and a boxer, who would’ve guessed?” I let my gaze shift to our intertwined hands. Destiny was calling, whether we were ready or not. Soon enough we’d both have a ring on our fingers.
(Goodnight! Rest well! Also I love the chat Joy! I might sneak in there every once and awhile!😁)
(Okay cool!)
The idea that I’d have to bear this man’s children one day almost broke me. Even thinking about it—his hands on my swollen belly, calling him when my water broke, what we’d have to do to get to that point—was so nausea-inducing that I almost crumbled right then and there.
But I was strong. I kept my head up. Smiled a little. “You haven’t seen me fight yet.. maybe we’ve got more in common than you think~”
(Goodnight! Btw the stalker fan page is taking off if you ever want to see how many adoring fans you have! (Not that many at the moment but awareness is spreading…..))
Ahh thank you for that, Joy, that’s really nice to hear :)
I raised an eyebrow in amusement and chuckled. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll try and keep you off missions. I’d rather not put you in danger.” I assured her, returning her smile.
But now he’d pissed me off—did he think I was weak? Incapable? “I can handle myself on a mission,” I told him after a moment, the barest note of bitterness mingling with my voice.