Hello~~ It's me~~ How are you doing? Anyway, this time I came for "I wish you would write a fic where..." 😂 Maybe Tymeo where it's Tybalt's turn to climb the balcony? Have a nice day!
Ok, so... As anticipated, I used a little au born a while ago while writing another prompt. Little 4 yo romeo called tybalt a child of the sun, because his hair were so much golden blonde that reminded him of the sun. One thing leads to another and here comes a new au...
I'm doing good, thanks ♥️
(also, @vicapuleti this au was born while talking to you so... Here it is... Though this time is not Meo climbing...)
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Strange as it was, tybalt loved the night. He would spend hours with his nose to the sky, watching the stars dancing around the moon. - no one believed him when he said they were actually dancing, what could he expect? They were human after all. - it was only natural he loved the night so much, in a way, he grew up in the shadows, his light, shining, golden, blinding light kept hidden like he was some kind of freak. The night hid him. - but he could light it if so was his desire. -
His mother, all those years ago, when she still was alive, called him a son of the sun. Up until later he didn't realize how literal she meant. Not until his eyes shone gold and his whole body glowed like a oil lamp. He burned too. Scorching hot, like fire. It was-- strangely right.
But one thing he had learned with time, love was not for the one like him. He could not touch those he loved without leaving burns on their fair skins, without hurting them. - his mother had burns on her, he remembered, but she never complained. She stroke them gently as if she could still fell the warmth. She loved them. -
Once he almost did it. He almost touched someone, but then fear prevailed and he retreated the hand just as fast. He had always been careful, until then. Always.
That morning his fingers just brushed against romeo's hand. Not even a proper touch but was enough for him to yelp in pain and hold the hand to the chest, a red mark already appearing. He just wanted to feel it once, tybalt thought, he just wanted to feel that thing when you touch the one you love and feel home. And instead he hurt him.
That's how he ended up climbing the outside wall first, the inside one a moment later and then scanning all the windows in search of romeo's one.
"do you know the story of icarus, my son?" Tybalt couldn't see him nod, he pushed himself against the wall and waited.
"he flew too close to the sun and his wings melted. You must be careful. The sun is unforgiven." for a moment tybalt thought of leaving. His heart sank in the chest at lady Montague's words.
"but I love him. - Romeo said, and maybe it was enough for him to stay and wait a little longer. - everyone says icarus was just curious, but... I believe he fell in love, with the sun. He wanted to feel its warmth and was not afraid, not even as his wings melted and he fell. Not even if his body would cover in burns and scars. I -- I wouldn't have been afraid. I'm not afraid."
Tybalt covered his mouth with both hands suppressing a little sob. Of course Romeo would say something like that, of course he would claim he wasn't afraid, that was so much like a Romeo thing to say. The scared one, in fact, was him. He was terrified, especially now.
"you'll get burnt. And you'll fall just like icarus. I, as a mother, as your mother, can't allow that." and with that she was off leaving her son on the empry balcony.
Carefully fixing the black gloves that covered his hands entirely tybalt stepped away from the shadow of the wall and slowly climbed up.
"what are you doing?" he was halfway through when Romeo noticed him. - a bit hard right now not to, since the hood had fallen from his head and his hair seemed to glow in the night. Tybalt looked up.
"what does it look like?"
"you're going to break your neck if you fall. Or some guards may see you... It's like-- like having a lamp climbing the wall... They'll see you." Tybalt scoffed and kept climbing until he reached him, until he pushed himself up and inside the balcony.
"it's not like I can turn it off and on as I please, I'm sorry. And--" he looked down, uncertain, before taking Romeo's hand tentatively. He didn't step away, instead he smiled. And smiled more when tybalt brought it to his lips. "I'm sorry. I... I shouldn't touch you."
"but you're doing it. Now. And it doesn't burn." and yet, they both felt it, it wasn't the same. Tybalt could feel little with such thick gloves on and somehow Romeo missed the warmth of his skin, despite it burning him.
He lifted a hand, gently caressing his cheek, skin to skin. Every part of tybalt seemed on fire even in the chill wind of the night, he tried to move away before he could hurt Romeo again. And again. And aga--
Romeo's lips crashed on his and he moaned softly.
"I'd fall a thousand times. I'd let a thousand burns scorch me, I care not. - his lips were red, a little trail of blood trailing down to his chin and tybalt watched him in horror. - for you I can take all of it."
He remembered his mother, her fair skin covered in burn marks, her hands gently stroking them, she loved them, she was not afraid of the warmth that caused them, not even when she died.
Romeo smiled, his fingertips tracing unafraid the curve of his nose and lips.
"the world knows the story of how Icarus fell from flying too close to the sun. Now let's teach them why he flew there."
He kissed him again and, for some reason to him still unknown, tybalt dared to kiss him back.