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Dojima-Montague Apartment, Wednesday
Jul. 14th, 2010 02:27 pmIt wasn't new for Romeo to dream about Mercutio. He'd been having the dreams a few times a month for three years now, and they were always worse in July.
What was new was that these weren't the simple heart-wrenching dreams of Mercutio's last moments, his fall, the curse he'd placed. They weren't even the sweeter, rarer dreams of a living Mercutio summoning him for some revelry.
No, this was a dream of Mercutio lounging on the beach in Fandom, skin dark against the white sand. Romeo felt warmed by his very presence, and Mercutio opened his eyes to speak with the force of revelation: If you dream me, I will come.
Suddenly, Romeo's planned weekend trip to Fandom took on more urgency. Perhaps he could leave in the morning. He went online to Portalocity as soon as he woke up, trying to track down fares.
[OOC: Open for calls, or for she who lives there.]
What was new was that these weren't the simple heart-wrenching dreams of Mercutio's last moments, his fall, the curse he'd placed. They weren't even the sweeter, rarer dreams of a living Mercutio summoning him for some revelry.
No, this was a dream of Mercutio lounging on the beach in Fandom, skin dark against the white sand. Romeo felt warmed by his very presence, and Mercutio opened his eyes to speak with the force of revelation: If you dream me, I will come.
Suddenly, Romeo's planned weekend trip to Fandom took on more urgency. Perhaps he could leave in the morning. He went online to Portalocity as soon as he woke up, trying to track down fares.
[OOC: Open for calls, or for she who lives there.]
