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"Soft, the lights strewn about the city, lay siege to heavens above, rivaled in their beauty and captured in twine... A city where the lights of the night sky hath been taken and held down to earth... Beauteous in all forms and measure... how lucky am I to partake of the Night...."
Miss Ino?
He was quite frank, wasn’t he? Already using her first name when she had not given him permission… but she supposed that in his world, it was alright to do so. And he was smiling. How bad could he possibly be?
Ino also offered him a smile, except she had to figure out which part of what he’d said was the name and which part was the house.
And whilst she had trouble understanding his convoluted speech patterns at times, Ino could comprehend the last part of his sentence well.
"thy fair colored locks make restitute of snow much so t’were better snow melted in sight of thee….!"
He… had complimented her. The nicest compliment she had ever received. And it had come from some random Romeo she had met on the street.
"I… thank you," she replied bashfully. Pause.
"So… where are you from?"
"Words are but all I can give and to give them is to share truth through mine own mortal semblance. Thou thank me for only speaking truth."
Stepping aside he looked towards the sky. Neo Verona must have been so far away, but somehow he thought he could still see it, sitting atop the clouds. Pointing out towards the skyward horizon he spoke softly.
"Mine home rests in the clouds, though I am afeared neither hither nor tither... 'tis a Kingdom in the sky, by the hallowed name of Neo Verona. Wondrous as t'were... A world in which I had lived so fondly through the dream of life."
His hand dropped slowly to his side as he turned his gaze back towards Ino.
"And thou? If I am to be as intrusive as bodkin... Allow me thy answer that I might better know thee for sake of friendship...!"
Juliet, Juliet. Wherefore art thou, Juliet? [CA Open/intro]
Upon the streets of Hive, Ashton strolled down the
alley ways nonchalant before leaping onto the main street. Brown eyes flickered, observing the people passing by every moment—noticing the different noises from the gentlest ‘taps’ to the loudest of ‘thuds’. City life was no stranger to the composer. People rushing past every second, dogs barking at every corner, and perhaps even the excessive noise levels was nothing but an aspect of her life. Lifting her head up, hands stuffed within the pockets of her ragged blue jeans she could only let out a soft sigh. There was nothing to be missed back home and nothing back home would miss her—aside from her loyal companion, who hopefully wasn’t starving—that was the least she could pray.
Ashton turned her head over and only noted a store having a poster about plays by Shakespeare. If anything, that brought back memories from her days at school where they did several shows of Shakespearan plays. A light smile came across her face. Though unlike her, one year she did play the role of Juliet for the sake of impressing a certain somebody and even until today she could recall her lines crystal clear. She pursed her lips before silently murmuring,
“O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.”
A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet, as many people had paraphrased Juliet’s lines after this. Another sigh, heavyhearted—those were not memories she needed to bring back. People who were no longer apart of her life had no right to cross her mind.
Romeo stopped in his tracks, His boots skidding upon the pavement. Each word spoken proved to stab into him farther and deeper than anything he had ever felt. Each syllable spoke, every line so clear. Every bit so clear and vivid. Spinning around he looked toward fair maiden. A step taken towards her after every word spoke, and slowly she was fair maid no longer.
She was Juliet.
She was the sun.
This stranger who had known the words spoken to him sung out like a siren's call and Romeo, good sailor and fair pilgrim followed. Followed hoping to sink deeper into the speech that was not hers, but at the same time all he wanted to hear.
His lips parted, struggling to move, suddenly the area around him changed in his mind. The girl before him smiled tenderly her crimson locks flowing. Juliet was now before him, before him at this world. He held a hand towards the other, lips shaking as he spoke.
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this...?
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth... I never will be... Romeo...."
As words flew from his mouth his lower lip only served to quiver under pushing up as his brows knit together tightly. His eyes glossy with tears that threatened to fall. Juliet, he had found you at last.
If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied
illuminate the “no’s” on their vacancy signs
if there’s no one beside you, when your soul embarks
then i’ll follow you into the dark
"Wow, you really have a way with words don’t you? My cookies burn so brightly with the love I put into them," a wistful expression appears across her features as hands clasp behind her back.
"Are you sure? I mean there’s plenty to go around," though when he says it like that she can’t help but be convinced. So then she thinks to her friends, perhaps she’d been thinking of them while she baked. Then again her cooking so wasn’t appreciated by them, though she had knocked out Yukiko with her omelette last time she cooked on her own. "Y’know you’re right, I should give these to my friends since I do love them a lot even if they don’t always appreciate my cooking…not to say I don’t like you but we just met and I don’t even know your name. I’m Rise by the way~"
"Fie if mine words spoke not the truth that beholds it." Romeo cocked a brow, tilting his head towards her.
He was sure she meant to cook for others, and he was sure that she did her best, that was the truth. But were they really that good? No. Not really. Romeo could only smile at the mention of her cooking, but when he heard her own friends didn't appreciate her efforts his features began to visibly drop.
"Milady, if 'tis amenable... P-Perhaps if thoust wouldst find a taster agreeable in thy endeavors towards the pursuit of finer culinary arts... I... could be one that shall taste thy confections and help thee....?"
The young man bowed deeply towards the other.
"Mine distinguished and pleasured honor to be in thy acquaintance, I am Romeo. Romeo of House Montague, though mine House matters naught..."
"I like when you smile."
"Mine own smile is only cause from thy presence, Miss Ino. If thoust wouldst compliment mine natural reactions 'tis better that thou should better appreciate thy own self...!"
Send for my muse's reaction
"I adore you."
"You are adorable."
"I'll protect you with my life."
"I wish you would notice me and maybe develop feelings for me."
"Storm is coming."
"You are cute but we're not going to be a thing."
"Can I kiss you?"
"Give me a sign!"
"I want yo be your friend."
"I need you."
"I hate you!"
"Get over it."
"That was rude."
"I'm trying to flirt with you, okay?"
"You are my enemy."
"I like when you smile."
“Hmm… Juliet, huh? Well, uh… I’ve got no experience with this sorta thing, but if you guys love each other then I’m sure she must still be waitin’ for you out there. You just gotta have hope that we’ll get outta this place someday.” Concern had been upon her features, but for his sake she tries to smile a little. "Just means ya can’t give up. You don’t think she’d want you to either, right?"
"Thy words hold truth, though should we return to the worlds in which we dwell...Mine life has long since expired. For alas, dead I lay and dead I lie...still now I know not if tis heaven or is't hell....?"
He looked down.
"No... she wouldn't wish that... But mine roads are limited to but the paths given... and a narrow path tis indeed."
and im gonna go off and onto Garen now! I owe bunch of replies! I'll swing by later!
I just started following you tonight and sorry if this is weird: but I absolutely love how you play your muse! Like holy smokes, the way you write it flows so perfectly and it's just awesome writing talent! Anyway, sorry if that's weird, have a great night!
ohhhhh myyyy godddd thank you so much I've never really had compliments for my muses out of the blue before it's really quite amazing thank you! It means a great deal...!! In truth I was really hesitant with the way I had Romeo speak because I'm still new to iambic pentameter and analyzing shakespeare and all that....! But this gives me a huge confidence boost that I needed, thank you so very much....!
“Hey, don’t be sayin’ stuff like that. I know we’re trapped in this place but that doesn’t mean you’re better off not breathin’. I’m sure we’ll find a way to escape somehow…” Except she’s really just trying to tell herself that. They can’t be trapped in here forever, right? "Someone’s gotta do something. Maybe if we all worked together, y’know?"
"Harken I to thy voice, kindly stranger. Though in mine time, time I have for naught. With life expired and brought to fate, I hath cast out the one I hate, and with this blow did I saveth mine love..."
He looked down.
"...Mine love no longer, here, nor in the sleep of death. So wouldst it be better to have lay to rest than stand too weak in land most foreign...?Alas, any life as this... without Juliet... Mine heart beats so lowly... mine purpose crumbles, I've no place in this realm..."
"What can I do?"
"But a soliloquy it’s not, if you’re not really alone! That’s okay though; I could tell you were really in the zone. A monologue it’d be, through and through, I find it’s a very popular thing here to do.
Figuring and pondering are a fine thing best done aloud, But speak too strangely and you chance drawing a crowd.
I’m curious though, now that I’ve heard what you’ve said, You think this a fate worse than being dead? Deadened there’s not a sight or smell to be enjoyed, All things wonderful become null and void:
The trees, goat cheese, Sea breeze, honey bees,
I tell you, if living you find to be a disease (a curse), Let me assure you, if you please, Things could always be worse!”
"Alack, for mine thoughts are no longer mine own, Thou hast found me in the tawdry act A cursed and dread act that hath wrought me Had I ears for voice I'd have seen thee in night's visage Dash mine mind's countenance spurn mine earthly woe For now sole regret hath taketh t'were best I have not said at all Yet worse can be this coil of life Worse it is without her For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of lost love, woe is't he who hath suffered Yet suffers still does he, without her Without his Juliet..."
"I 'oft lay awake in wonder whether 'tis better I had died in mine own time and forever sleep, than to be here in this place of which whom pilgrim dare not trespass nor brave strongly tread. Ay me, 'tis thought that brings dread soliloquy tis thought that breaches water clear and waning moon. Oh waxing light forgive mine trespass. That mine thoughts be purged and with it, e'er the sun."
More like Montag EEEWWWWW
-some Capulet sometime maybe (via rhymemeariver)
It was hard enough trying not to get killed around these streets with only her charm and good looks- but now she had to figure out this foreign language this boy was speaking.
"… And I thought Shino was hard to understand," she sighed, throwing him a bland look.
Well, before the poor kid gave someone an aneurysm, she decided to help him out. Will had been kind to her, she ought to repay the favour. And she also felt a bit sorry for him. He looked very soft, to be honest. Perhaps those mossy green eyes of his. They reminded her of Sakura.
"I’m Yamanaka Ino. And no matter how careful you are, this world is full of weirdos, so you’ll run into them. I saw a grown man afraid of a spider for the first time in my life. And there’s so many people that have white hair and light eyes. It’s like they’ve been through the rinse cycle too many times."
The look only causes Romeo to step back. The look reminded him of Cordelia, to which he only blinked in nostalgia. He had known her in life to be stern from the times he had met her with Juliet around. No matter, he smiled attempting to disarm the situation, though not quite so acquainted with this 'Shino' character.
"Tis mine pleasure to make acquaintance with thyself, Miss Ino. I am Romeo. Romeo Candore De Montague." He smiled bitterly, "Though mine surname and house mean very little now."
Upon her mention of 'weirdos' and 'white hair and light eyes' Romeo was perplexed. Was she speaking of herself? Best not say it out loud.
"I am certain thou has't point in this regard. I am made aware of such commonplace features upon the persons of those that land bears in this realm. Though... If 'tis amenable... thy fair colored locks make restitute of snow much so t'were better snow melted in sight of thee....!"
Fancy words for 'I like your hair'.
"R… Ro—…!"
Juliet stood, frozen, her eyes widened and vehemently thunderstruck. She had always believed the city to be a personal, unyielding purgatory in which she would carry out the rest of her afterlife without the people she had considered most dear. She had only recently adjusted to this new aspect of “life”— until she found herself once again captured by the gentle gaze of she one she’d left behind.
Locking her knees to prevent her entire frame from buckling under the shock, she made a second attempt at speech.
"D-do mine eyes deceive…? Hast this city procured a thing in which I find solace? Hast… hast mine Romeo come back?"
Just moments ago, he were dead. Moments ago he had been brought. It must have taken Romeo far too long to reach the afterlife, for the city seemed to be a place Juliet resided in. Where she stood frozen, Romeo only took a step forward.
"... I was afeared... I would never gaze upon thy face... to never call out thy name again.... that I wouldst never again come into thy embrace...."
Another step was taken towards the Crimson Whirlwind of Verona as he his heart tugged endlessly into the pits of his body.
"... Our vows hath proved more potent than death's venom itself... For t'was to thee whom mine heart and soul would return... for 'tis only thee whom I wouldst so follow to the dark... Only thee. Juliet..."
konohaflorist replied to your post:"And yet caution I must, for the streets...
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Pardon me... I hath meant to say that... 'tis but a difficulty to tread these streets lest I run into another so haphazardly..."
