Mercutio Escalus

RP blog, Anyone an send a starter or a request for a starter. Mercutio Escalus is the nephew of Prince Escalus of Verona.

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Dear friends and followers,

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Mercutio nodded vehemently. “Val? Well, he’s about fifteen now.” Did he really need to count his fingers to come to that conclusion? Whatever, he was fairly certain he had it right because he knew how many years he differed from his younger sibling and he knew he always forgot ages and birthdays. He cats Tybalt a sidelong glance - how old was his nemesis by the way?

He shrugged the thought off. “His hormones are working so giving him something slightly sensual will be lots of fun.” Mercutio reasoned with a sly smile. “Also, I’d love to see the look on his face when he opens the package. He’ll be so ashamed. Uncle will be so mad at me. Yes, really looking forward to it.”

He leant back in his chair and took another sip of the wine, then hummed softly. Of course he could ask Tybalt what he’d be doing for Christmas. He could ask him any of those nagging questions he usually carried on his mind whenever he was thinking of the strong and tall Capulet. But somehow something was holding him back and he didn’t. Perhaps he was afraid that if he would talk, the Capulet would grow angry and they’d be in a fight again while he was just enjoying his peace and quiet. His eyes closed on their own accord when the next slosh of wine went down his throat. His Adam’s apple bopping, darn this tasted good. It was slightly warm and the after-taste gave him a nice tingling throughout all of his body.

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“I see…” muttered Tybalt, his voice trailing off a bit when he caught himself staring at Mercutio’s Adam’s apple which moved while he was swallowing his drink. Tybalt couldn’t really come to terms with how disturbingly attractive the red-haired man looked like. Or wait, did he really call this Escalus “attractive”…? Perhaps that was wine talking through him. He shook the thoughts off. “Fun. Is that what you call tormenting people, even if they’re your family?” he asked, but without venom - only pure curiosity could’ve been heard in his voice. He slowly moved his fingers, so that his hand was even closer to Mercutio’s.

Tybalt took a sip of his wine. He really appreciated the sweet taste and brilliant quality of the drink. He closed his eyes and sighed. “It’s all fun and jokes for you, isn’t it?” he murmured. 

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This comment made Mercutio halt. Tybalt always kne whow to get to him, one way or another, and to hear sucha s erious tone from him - and with it such a seriously meant question- made the young man pause. He turned to face him, the glass of wine forgotten in his hand. “Well, yes. Shouldn’t life be all about joy?” The corner of his lips twitched into a small smile. “Dear Tybalt, you really need to learn the art of life. You’re much too rigid, too stiff. Here, let me be your teacher.”

He had sat his glass on the table and reached with both hands for Tybalt’s shoulders, as if he was going to give him a massage. The cheeky smile never left his face.

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Mercutio nodded vehemently. “Val? Well, he’s about fifteen now.” Did he really need to count his fingers to come to that conclusion? Whatever, he was fairly certain he had it right because he knew how many years he differed from his younger sibling and he knew he always forgot ages and birthdays. He cats Tybalt a sidelong glance - how old was his nemesis by the way?

He shrugged the thought off. “His hormones are working so giving him something slightly sensual will be lots of fun.” Mercutio reasoned with a sly smile. “Also, I’d love to see the look on his face when he opens the package. He’ll be so ashamed. Uncle will be so mad at me. Yes, really looking forward to it.”

He leant back in his chair and took another sip of the wine, then hummed softly. Of course he could ask Tybalt what he’d be doing for Christmas. He could ask him any of those nagging questions he usually carried on his mind whenever he was thinking of the strong and tall Capulet. But somehow something was holding him back and he didn’t. Perhaps he was afraid that if he would talk, the Capulet would grow angry and they’d be in a fight again while he was just enjoying his peace and quiet. His eyes closed on their own accord when the next slosh of wine went down his throat. His Adam’s apple bopping, darn this tasted good. It was slightly warm and the after-taste gave him a nice tingling throughout all of his body.

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“Who knows what happens in this silly head of yours” huffed Tybalt. “Do you suggest that I couldn’t deal with such a nuisance as a denaturant? Never underestimate me, Escalus”

Tybalt didn’t want to appear incapable or worse. Not in front of Mercutio. Not to mention that he wanted to somehow cover his lack of knowledge - what was that he had in this little bottle? He somehow failed to notice. And no, obviously he just didn’t notice, it’s not that he had a vision defect. And surely, not because he preferred to be incapable of reading instead of wearing glasses in public. If only he was not allergic to lenses…

He looked at their joined hands and thought of snatching his own from Mercutio’s grip. But then… never give up, he reminded himself. He smiled and tightened the grip even more.

“Shall we go?” he asked with a grin. “I know the place where they serve the best drinks in whole Verona.” And not waiting for the answer he pulled Mercutio forcing him to follow.

Now this was something new. Usually when Tybalt pushed and pulled him around it was to push him against a wall or to pull him aside so he could hit him with his fist. But this time he was being pulled along just as roughly as usually but for a completely different purpose.

He’d love to deny his cheeks had turned red.

“Susprise me Cat King.” was all that escaped his lips. Could he really not think of anything better to say? Surely he knew the best places in Verona, his uncle’s budget allowed him to know so many spots expensive and not.

When they reached the destinated area he started to look around, feeling slightly uncomfortable in this part of the city. There were mostly Capulet supporters around. 

“I do understand why you go here.”  He muttered. 

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Tybalt only smiled in return. He enjoyed making Mercutio feel uncomfortable. Usually, it was the other way around, but now, they were on his ground and he felt triumphant.  If asked, he would never admit it, but he enjoyed Mercutio’s smaller, warm hand in his own. 

They walked through almost empty streets (this hour!) of Capulet’s part of the city. Tybalt decided not to take Mercutio to the pub where he sat most often (He didn’t want to be recognized, right?) but he headed to the bar, which he liked when he wanted to be alone and reasonably anonymous.  They entered a small room, which was placed in the basement. It was very warm and cosy. Not very big, round, dark, wooden tables with ashtrays on them, red, comfortable chairs, pleasant, yellow light… Somewhere before entering the place Tybalt let go off Mercutio’s hand with a reasonable amount of remorse that he had to do so. He chose the table in the corner of the room. It’s greatest advantage was that it was not very visible for anyone else, but Tybalt had a perfect view for the whole surrounding. It made him feel safe. Not counting them, there were only three people in the bar and fortunately, Tybalt knew none of them.  “So, what would you like to drink?” he asked, not sure of Mercutio’s tastes.

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“Well,” Mercutio said as he licked his lips and sat down in the corner. “I’d like a Orange drink, please.”

He knew how to keep his face straight and serious, and though he secretly preferred soft drinks over booze, he said it just to see if he could piss Tybalt off. eventually his cheeky grin made his way through the facade and Mercutio couldn’t help but chuckle.

“With the risk of sounding boring, mulled wine for me please. It’s a bit cold outside these days and one has to get up as early as this in the mornings… well…” His voice drifted off as his eyes sought for Tybalt’s, trying to see if the other man understood him. “I just wish to feel warm.”

The market hadn’t been exactly as sunny as it would be in summer time.

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Tybalt raised his eyebrows, called the waitress and ordered two mulled wines. Though, he shifted uncomfortably under Mercutio’s gaze. He still wasn’t sure what to make of the whole situation. Not at all. He moved his hand on the table, so that it rested only inches apart from Mercutio’s fingers. But not touched them. He wouldn’t dare to take this slim fingers into his hand on his own, despite the great desire to do so. He wouldn’t risk making fool of himself, he still didn’t know if it wasn’t just some mischievous plot, or some kind of foolish joke of the other. 

When their drinks were brought, Tybalt focused on his glass right away, using it as an excuse not to look exactly in Mercutio’s eyes. “So, what exactly got into you, that you’ve decided to spent this accursed morning with a Capulet?” he asked in a conversational tone. 

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“Christmas shopping.” Was the simple reply. The red-head kept his eyes fixed in front of him, as if the glass of wine was the most interesting thing in the world.

Oh, he had noticed that Tybalt’s fingers were a tad too close to his own; he only needed to reach out just a little to touch them. Those long, slender fingers peaking out of the black leather of the fingerless gloves the Capulet was wearing were so tempting that Mercutio had to bite his cheek in order to compose himself not to touch them. As long as he could keep his hands off the other man’s digits he’d be fine, right? He rolled his eyes. “I know. I don’t have as many family to buy gifts for as you have but it’s still a task all the same. I mean, Valentine….” Here he paused to take a sip of his wine and spluttered. “Darn, this is good stuff.” He quickly took another sip again. “Anyway, Val is starting to get in that certain age where girls become interesting and stuff and now I need to find him something dirty and fun. Like a drinking game or those dice you can buy that tell you what position to use?” Did he just look straight at Tybalt as he said that? 

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“You would allow your younger brother to play… a drinking game?” Tybalt couldn’t believe this, imagining his beloved Julia involving in such practices. She was a girl, sure, but kids these days… Though he greeted the seemingly neutral topic with some relief. “How old is he anyway?” he asked. He was never really concerned with the younger Escalus - it was his older brother whom he had to deal with most of the time. And now, said brother, this red-haired clown, looked at him in such a way… Tybalt unconsciously licked his lips, and took another sip of his wine. “And potions? Really?” he asked, because he felt something more to that. Not wanting to ponder longer on the thought, though, he forced himself to stop feeling this weird sensation in his stomach. What was this guy doing to him?

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Mercutio nodded vehemently. “Val? Well, he’s about fifteen now.” Did he really need to count his fingers to come to that conclusion? Whatever, he was fairly certain he had it right because he knew how many years he differed from his younger sibling and he knew he always forgot ages and birthdays. He cats Tybalt a sidelong glance - how old was his nemesis by the way?

He shrugged the thought off. “His hormones are working so giving him something slightly sensual will be lots of fun.” Mercutio reasoned with a sly smile. “Also, I’d love to see the look on his face when he opens the package. He’ll be so ashamed. Uncle will be so mad at me. Yes, really looking forward to it.”

He leant back in his chair and took another sip of the wine, then hummed softly. Of course he could ask Tybalt what he’d be doing for Christmas. He could ask him any of those nagging questions he usually carried on his mind whenever he was thinking of the strong and tall Capulet. But somehow something was holding him back and he didn’t. Perhaps he was afraid that if he would talk, the Capulet would grow angry and they’d be in a fight again while he was just enjoying his peace and quiet. His eyes closed on their own accord when the next slosh of wine went down his throat. His Adam's apple bopping, darn this tasted good. It was slightly warm and the after-taste gave him a nice tingling throughout all of his body.

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“Who knows what happens in this silly head of yours” huffed Tybalt. “Do you suggest that I couldn’t deal with such a nuisance as a denaturant? Never underestimate me, Escalus”

Tybalt didn’t want to appear incapable or worse. Not in front of Mercutio. Not to mention that he wanted to somehow cover his lack of knowledge - what was that he had in this little bottle? He somehow failed to notice. And no, obviously he just didn’t notice, it’s not that he had a vision defect. And surely, not because he preferred to be incapable of reading instead of wearing glasses in public. If only he was not allergic to lenses…

He looked at their joined hands and thought of snatching his own from Mercutio’s grip. But then… never give up, he reminded himself. He smiled and tightened the grip even more.

“Shall we go?” he asked with a grin. “I know the place where they serve the best drinks in whole Verona.” And not waiting for the answer he pulled Mercutio forcing him to follow.

Now this was something new. Usually when Tybalt pushed and pulled him around it was to push him against a wall or to pull him aside so he could hit him with his fist. But this time he was being pulled along just as roughly as usually but for a completely different purpose.

He’d love to deny his cheeks had turned red.

“Susprise me Cat King.” was all that escaped his lips. Could he really not think of anything better to say? Surely he knew the best places in Verona, his uncle’s budget allowed him to know so many spots expensive and not.

When they reached the destinated area he started to look around, feeling slightly uncomfortable in this part of the city. There were mostly Capulet supporters around. 

“I do understand why you go here.”  He muttered. 

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Tybalt only smiled in return. He enjoyed making Mercutio feel uncomfortable. Usually, it was the other way around, but now, they were on his ground and he felt triumphant.  If asked, he would never admit it, but he enjoyed Mercutio’s smaller, warm hand in his own. 

They walked through almost empty streets (this hour!) of Capulet’s part of the city. Tybalt decided not to take Mercutio to the pub where he sat most often (He didn’t want to be recognized, right?) but he headed to the bar, which he liked when he wanted to be alone and reasonably anonymous.  They entered a small room, which was placed in the basement. It was very warm and cosy. Not very big, round, dark, wooden tables with ashtrays on them, red, comfortable chairs, pleasant, yellow light… Somewhere before entering the place Tybalt let go off Mercutio’s hand with a reasonable amount of remorse that he had to do so. He chose the table in the corner of the room. It’s greatest advantage was that it was not very visible for anyone else, but Tybalt had a perfect view for the whole surrounding. It made him feel safe. Not counting them, there were only three people in the bar and fortunately, Tybalt knew none of them.  “So, what would you like to drink?” he asked, not sure of Mercutio’s tastes.

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“Well,” Mercutio said as he licked his lips and sat down in the corner. “I’d like a Orange drink, please.”

He knew how to keep his face straight and serious, and though he secretly preferred soft drinks over booze, he said it just to see if he could piss Tybalt off. eventually his cheeky grin made his way through the facade and Mercutio couldn’t help but chuckle.

“With the risk of sounding boring, mulled wine for me please. It’s a bit cold outside these days and one has to get up as early as this in the mornings… well…” His voice drifted off as his eyes sought for Tybalt’s, trying to see if the other man understood him. “I just wish to feel warm.”

The market hadn’t been exactly as sunny as it would be in summer time.

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Tybalt raised his eyebrows, called the waitress and ordered two mulled wines. Though, he shifted uncomfortably under Mercutio’s gaze. He still wasn’t sure what to make of the whole situation. Not at all. He moved his hand on the table, so that it rested only inches apart from Mercutio’s fingers. But not touched them. He wouldn’t dare to take this slim fingers into his hand on his own, despite the great desire to do so. He wouldn’t risk making fool of himself, he still didn’t know if it wasn’t just some mischievous plot, or some kind of foolish joke of the other. 

When their drinks were brought, Tybalt focused on his glass right away, using it as an excuse not to look exactly in Mercutio’s eyes. “So, what exactly got into you, that you’ve decided to spent this accursed morning with a Capulet?” he asked in a conversational tone. 

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“Christmas shopping.” Was the simple reply. The red-head kept his eyes fixed in front of him, as if the glass of wine was the most interesting thing in the world.

Oh, he had noticed that Tybalt’s fingers were a tad too close to his own; he only needed to reach out just a little to touch them. Those long, slender fingers peaking out of the black leather of the fingerless gloves the Capulet was wearing were so tempting that Mercutio had to bite his cheek in order to compose himself not to touch them. As long as he could keep his hands off the other man’s digits he’d be fine, right? He rolled his eyes. “I know. I don’t have as many family to buy gifts for as you have but it’s still a task all the same. I mean, Valentine....” Here he paused to take a sip of his wine and spluttered. “Darn, this is good stuff.” He quickly took another sip again. “Anyway, Val is starting to get in that certain age where girls become interesting and stuff and now I need to find him something dirty and fun. Like a drinking game or those dice you can buy that tell you what position to use?” Did he just look straight at Tybalt as he said that? 

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“Who knows what happens in this silly head of yours” huffed Tybalt. “Do you suggest that I couldn’t deal with such a nuisance as a denaturant? Never underestimate me, Escalus”

Tybalt didn’t want to appear incapable or worse. Not in front of Mercutio. Not to mention that he wanted to somehow cover his lack of knowledge - what was that he had in this little bottle? He somehow failed to notice. And no, obviously he just didn’t notice, it’s not that he had a vision defect. And surely, not because he preferred to be incapable of reading instead of wearing glasses in public. If only he was not allergic to lenses…

He looked at their joined hands and thought of snatching his own from Mercutio’s grip. But then… never give up, he reminded himself. He smiled and tightened the grip even more.

“Shall we go?” he asked with a grin. “I know the place where they serve the best drinks in whole Verona.” And not waiting for the answer he pulled Mercutio forcing him to follow.

Now this was something new. Usually when Tybalt pushed and pulled him around it was to push him against a wall or to pull him aside so he could hit him with his fist. But this time he was being pulled along just as roughly as usually but for a completely different purpose.

He’d love to deny his cheeks had turned red.

“Susprise me Cat King.” was all that escaped his lips. Could he really not think of anything better to say? Surely he knew the best places in Verona, his uncle’s budget allowed him to know so many spots expensive and not.

When they reached the destinated area he started to look around, feeling slightly uncomfortable in this part of the city. There were mostly Capulet supporters around. 

“I do understand why you go here.”  He muttered. 

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Tybalt only smiled in return. He enjoyed making Mercutio feel uncomfortable. Usually, it was the other way around, but now, they were on his ground and he felt triumphant.  If asked, he would never admit it, but he enjoyed Mercutio’s smaller, warm hand in his own. 

They walked through almost empty streets (this hour!) of Capulet’s part of the city. Tybalt decided not to take Mercutio to the pub where he sat most often (He didn’t want to be recognized, right?) but he headed to the bar, which he liked when he wanted to be alone and reasonably anonymous.  They entered a small room, which was placed in the basement. It was very warm and cosy. Not very big, round, dark, wooden tables with ashtrays on them, red, comfortable chairs, pleasant, yellow light… Somewhere before entering the place Tybalt let go off Mercutio’s hand with a reasonable amount of remorse that he had to do so. He chose the table in the corner of the room. It’s greatest advantage was that it was not very visible for anyone else, but Tybalt had a perfect view for the whole surrounding. It made him feel safe. Not counting them, there were only three people in the bar and fortunately, Tybalt knew none of them.  “So, what would you like to drink?” he asked, not sure of Mercutio’s tastes.

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“Well,” Mercutio said as he licked his lips and sat down in the corner. “I’d like a Orange drink, please.”

He knew how to keep his face straight and serious, and though he secretly preferred soft drinks over booze, he said it just to see if he could piss Tybalt off. eventually his cheeky grin made his way through the facade and Mercutio couldn’t help but chuckle.

“With the risk of sounding boring, mulled wine for me please. It’s a bit cold outside these days and one has to get up as early as this in the mornings... well...” His voice drifted off as his eyes sought for Tybalt’s, trying to see if the other man understood him. “I just wish to feel warm.”

The market hadn’t been exactly as sunny as it would be in summer time.

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“Who knows what happens in this silly head of yours” huffed Tybalt. “Do you suggest that I couldn’t deal with such a nuisance as a denaturant? Never underestimate me, Escalus”

Tybalt didn’t want to appear incapable or worse. Not in front of Mercutio. Not to mention that he wanted to somehow cover his lack of knowledge - what was that he had in this little bottle? He somehow failed to notice. And no, obviously he just didn’t notice, it’s not that he had a vision defect. And surely, not because he preferred to be incapable of reading instead of wearing glasses in public. If only he was not allergic to lenses…

He looked at their joined hands and thought of snatching his own from Mercutio’s grip. But then… never give up, he reminded himself. He smiled and tightened the grip even more.

“Shall we go?” he asked with a grin. “I know the place where they serve the best drinks in whole Verona.” And not waiting for the answer he pulled Mercutio forcing him to follow.

Now this was something new. Usually when Tybalt pushed and pulled him around it was to push him against a wall or to pull him aside so he could hit him with his fist. But this time he was being pulled along just as roughly as usually but for a completely different purpose.

He’d love to deny his cheeks had turned red.

“Susprise me Cat King.” was all that escaped his lips. Could he really not think of anything better to say? Surely he knew the best places in Verona, his uncle’s budget allowed him to know so many spots expensive and not.

When they reached the destinated area he started to look around, feeling slightly uncomfortable in this part of the city. There were mostly Capulet supporters around. 

“I do understand why you go here.”  He muttered. 

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It was certainly not the best day of Tybalt’s life.

And it was not even because he was woken up by Juliet’s Nurse at some ungodly hour. It was not even due to the fact that despite his grumbling and vivid protests, he was forced to get up and ran errands for the household. Finally, it was not even because of the splitting headache that he managed to woke up with and which didn’t seem to cease even a little. And he took extremely strong painkillers. Still, it wasn’t helping at all. 

But all those things were irrelevant. More importantly, it was a certain Escalus’ heir who managed to set his teeth on edge. Unfortunately, there he was - a mess of red hair which looked like the fire even from the distance, this condescending smirk, this oh so irritating posture, as if he owned the whole world. Tybalt sighed and lowered his head, in futile attempt at not being noticed. But again, it wasn’t his lucky day, and the witty greetings stopped him right where he was.  

“Up for a fight, pest?” he growled in response through greeted teeth. “Of all the misfortunes that might’ve fallen upon me, thou’st been the greatest, Escalus.” And with saying that, his hand moved unconsciously to his belt, where he’s been carrying his dagger.

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“Ah, I knew it.” Mercutio smiled his cheeky smile; the one that signalled he was up to no good. 

“He sees me and the first thing he does is reach for his blade. I am flattered.” He said it as if he was speaking to someboedy else, though there was no audience to hear him. 

“Tybalt, come now. It’s about time someone tells you that you shouldn’t always play with your blade. Put your hand down. The sight of your fingers so very near to your fly puts a fire in me. A fire I can only explain to be dread.”

He reached a hand for his head, touching his forehead delictaely, then let out a dramatic sigh. “But seriously though.” Now he had lowered his voice and his cheeky smile was gone. His eyes stared straight at the other man. “I need to get to the market to buy me some booze. Want to come along?”

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Tybalt was completely taken aback by Mercutio’s behavior. What was he thinking?! What was that even supposed to mean? This arrogant, self-confident and infuriating pest was… …inviting him for a drink, apparently?

“You’re incapable of seriousness.” he muttered, looking at the young Escalus with a newly gained interest. The low voice of the other sent a shiver down his spine and Tybalt wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that. Nevertheless, he let his hand go off the blade and drop down to his side. The invitation… even if that was just some mischievous plot, what could he loose anyway?

“Might as well” he sighed. “Don’t think too highly of yourself, though. I was going to the market anyway.” He never returned Mercutio’s fierce gaze and headed right to the marketplace. And he had to remind himself that he wasn’t curious. No, no curiosity at all.

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As the two walked awkwardly next to each other - Mercutio doing his utmost best to avoid looking at the man next to him- they passed many empty alleys for which the Escalus heir was grateful. Suppose one of his friends would see him like this? What would they say? What could be his excuse? But as they neared the market there seemed to be more and more people awake. Chickens were sold, fine silks, pigs, expensive watches, stimulants - what was it he was looking for again? “Ah, we need to get this,” Mercutio suddenly said, tugging Tybalt’s sleeve at elbow height. The red-haired boy had turned away from his companion to bend over some suspicious looking bottles in different tints and allowed for his nimble fingers to pick one up. It was a purple bottle with an ettiquette on it. 

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“Denaturant?” asked Tybalt rising his eyebrows. He didn’t comment on being pulled by his sleeve, though. Other day he’d just kill the other even for the attempt at doing so. But this day was different. “Mercutio, are you serious? Do you want to drink or get wrecked?” 

Seriously, the whole situation was awkward and Tybalt prayed to God for no one from his family would notice him hanging around with the Montague’s dog. He wasn’t even sure why he decided to do so and he slowly started to regret his decision. But, he was Tybalt Capulet. He wasn’t going to appear weak and run away. He was going to take it all head on. 

“If that’s what you wish, let it be my treat.” he stated simply.

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Mercutio eyed him as if he’d said something silly. “If you want to get wasted and buy me a drink be my guest...” He paid for the bottle and tucked it into his breastpocket - it was small enough for that- then took Tybalt by the hand.

“But let’s do it at a proper bar or something.” he chuckled and ran his free hand through his wild locks, creating even more of a chaos hairstyle,

“The bottle is for Valentine. I think it’d do him good.”

What had he just read on it? The pink bottles said Love Potion, the Red said Heart Throb, the blue ones said Love Tears and the yellow said Lust. But Mercutio already pushed Tybalt away from the stand before he could get a glimpse at the purple bottles.

“Denaturant sounds a bit strong in my opinion though. Could you seriously stomach that?”

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It was certainly not the best day of Tybalt’s life.

And it was not even because he was woken up by Juliet’s Nurse at some ungodly hour. It was not even due to the fact that despite his grumbling and vivid protests, he was forced to get up and ran errands for the household. Finally, it was not even because of the splitting headache that he managed to woke up with and which didn’t seem to cease even a little. And he took extremely strong painkillers. Still, it wasn’t helping at all. 

But all those things were irrelevant. More importantly, it was a certain Escalus’ heir who managed to set his teeth on edge. Unfortunately, there he was - a mess of red hair which looked like the fire even from the distance, this condescending smirk, this oh so irritating posture, as if he owned the whole world. Tybalt sighed and lowered his head, in futile attempt at not being noticed. But again, it wasn’t his lucky day, and the witty greetings stopped him right where he was.  

“Up for a fight, pest?” he growled in response through greeted teeth. “Of all the misfortunes that might’ve fallen upon me, thou’st been the greatest, Escalus.” And with saying that, his hand moved unconsciously to his belt, where he’s been carrying his dagger.

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“Ah, I knew it.” Mercutio smiled his cheeky smile; the one that signalled he was up to no good. 

“He sees me and the first thing he does is reach for his blade. I am flattered.” He said it as if he was speaking to someboedy else, though there was no audience to hear him. 

“Tybalt, come now. It’s about time someone tells you that you shouldn’t always play with your blade. Put your hand down. The sight of your fingers so very near to your fly puts a fire in me. A fire I can only explain to be dread.”

He reached a hand for his head, touching his forehead delictaely, then let out a dramatic sigh. “But seriously though.” Now he had lowered his voice and his cheeky smile was gone. His eyes stared straight at the other man. “I need to get to the market to buy me some booze. Want to come along?”

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Tybalt was completely taken aback by Mercutio’s behavior. What was he thinking?! What was that even supposed to mean? This arrogant, self-confident and infuriating pest was… …inviting him for a drink, apparently?

“You’re incapable of seriousness.” he muttered, looking at the young Escalus with a newly gained interest. The low voice of the other sent a shiver down his spine and Tybalt wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that. Nevertheless, he let his hand go off the blade and drop down to his side. The invitation… even if that was just some mischievous plot, what could he loose anyway?

“Might as well” he sighed. “Don’t think too highly of yourself, though. I was going to the market anyway.” He never returned Mercutio’s fierce gaze and headed right to the marketplace. And he had to remind himself that he wasn’t curious. No, no curiosity at all.

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As the two walked awkwardly next to each other - Mercutio doing his utmost best to avoid looking at the man next to him- they passed many empty alleys for which the Escalus heir was grateful. Suppose one of his friends would see him like this? What would they say? What could be his excuse? But as they neared the market there seemed to be more and more people awake. Chickens were sold, fine silks, pigs, expensive watches, stimulants - what was it he was looking for again? “Ah, we need to get this,” Mercutio suddenly said, tugging Tybalt’s sleeve at elbow height. The red-haired boy had turned away from his companion to bend over some suspicious looking bottles in different tints and allowed for his nimble fingers to pick one up. It was a purple bottle with an ettiquette on it. 

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It was certainly not the best day of Tybalt’s life.

And it was not even because he was woken up by Juliet’s Nurse at some ungodly hour. It was not even due to the fact that despite his grumbling and vivid protests, he was forced to get up and ran errands for the household. Finally, it was not even because of the splitting headache that he managed to woke up with and which didn’t seem to cease even a little. And he took extremely strong painkillers. Still, it wasn’t helping at all. 

But all those things were irrelevant. More importantly, it was a certain Escalus’ heir who managed to set his teeth on edge. Unfortunately, there he was - a mess of red hair which looked like the fire even from the distance, this condescending smirk, this oh so irritating posture, as if he owned the whole world. Tybalt sighed and lowered his head, in futile attempt at not being noticed. But again, it wasn’t his lucky day, and the witty greetings stopped him right where he was.  

“Up for a fight, pest?” he growled in response through greeted teeth. “Of all the misfortunes that might’ve fallen upon me, thou’st been the greatest, Escalus.” And with saying that, his hand moved unconsciously to his belt, where he’s been carrying his dagger.

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“Ah, I knew it.” Mercutio smiled his cheeky smile; the one that signalled he was up to no good. 

“He sees me and the first thing he does is reach for his blade. I am flattered.” He said it as if he was speaking to someboedy else, though there was no audience to hear him. 

“Tybalt, come now. It’s about time someone tells you that you shouldn’t always play with your blade. Put your hand down. The sight of your fingers so very near to your fly puts a fire in me. A fire I can only explain to be dread.”

He reached a hand for his head, touching his forehead delictaely, then let out a dramatic sigh. “But seriously though.” Now he had lowered his voice and his cheeky smile was gone. His eyes stared straight at the other man. “I need to get to the market to buy me some booze. Want to come along?”

[mercutiotryingtobehave]

Morning had come all too soon. The moment the birds had chirped had been the moment Mercutio had thrown his phone halfway through the room and against the window. He hated his alarm-clock whenever it would ring - and unfortunately his alarm-clock was part of his phone - and he’d been lucky that nothing had been broken.  After groaning and pushing himself up on his elbows - since when had he developed the habit of sleeping on his tummy with his face buried in the pillow? - he managed to push himself out of the bed with a lot of grumbling.

Such had been his morning and it is therefore no surprise that when he entered the streets of Verona that day he was in quite a groggy mood. When he spotted Tybalt he couldn’t contain himself. Blame the lack of sleep or the early hour at which he had risen but he could not help the words as they spilled freely without his control. “Good King of Cats, up already at this hour? My, no wonder you deserve the title of a King! I should clap my hands, alas, they are filled with more important matter.” He looked down at them. “What? You see nothing in them? I did mean the air, of course.  And now as the air itself I shall be passing.”

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I am looking for roleplays. Language: English. All settings, pairings and warnings. This blog is currently set up for Mercutio RP with Bereczki Zoltán as the face and inspiration.

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