Romeo Montague (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
withoutverona) wrote2011-06-05 05:04 pm
withoutverona) wrote2011-06-05 05:04 pm
Entry tags:
Dreamscape, Sunday Afternoon Fandom Time
"What are you doing here?"
Romeo would have been faster to answer the question if he'd known where here was. It was a bedroom, and one that was no doubt lovely when it wasn't in a shambles. But it was in a shambles now -- bedclothes tossed everywhere, strawberries spilling from an overturned table, debris and glass on the floor. He turned away from the mess to see who addressed him. The slender brunette bore no less hostility in her eyes than anyone else here, but she was the first to speak to him.
He shook his head. "I know not. My name is -"
"Idiot. I know who you are," the woman -- Mal -- claimed. "But why are you here like this? You're a boy." She came toward Romeo before he could answer, something almost hypnotic in her slow walk. "Do you still know what it is to be a lover? To be half of a whole?"
"Since I was sixteen, I've not been anything else," Romeo answered. It was possible he'd spent the last four years waiting for someone to ask him that question. "Aye. I know. Too well."
"Then you might guess my riddle," Mal said, and lightly touched his chest. "You're waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. But... it doesn't matter. How can it not matter to you where that train will take you?"
Romeo seldom heard his own voice from outside his head, and the man who spoke next stayed obscured and unrecognizable in shadows. Otherwise, he would have had more to think about than the riddle.
"Because you'll be together."
"Because you'll be together," Romeo repeated eagerly, thinking it a rather beautiful answer -- and was completely ignored by the couple as a slight, dark-haired girl entered the room and Mal's questioning began anew.
As for Romeo, he was taking a miraculously unbroken bottle of champagne and going off to look for Jim.
[OOC: Bits borrowed from Inception. For the other dreamverse hitchhiker, should he want!]
Romeo would have been faster to answer the question if he'd known where here was. It was a bedroom, and one that was no doubt lovely when it wasn't in a shambles. But it was in a shambles now -- bedclothes tossed everywhere, strawberries spilling from an overturned table, debris and glass on the floor. He turned away from the mess to see who addressed him. The slender brunette bore no less hostility in her eyes than anyone else here, but she was the first to speak to him.
He shook his head. "I know not. My name is -"
"Idiot. I know who you are," the woman -- Mal -- claimed. "But why are you here like this? You're a boy." She came toward Romeo before he could answer, something almost hypnotic in her slow walk. "Do you still know what it is to be a lover? To be half of a whole?"
"Since I was sixteen, I've not been anything else," Romeo answered. It was possible he'd spent the last four years waiting for someone to ask him that question. "Aye. I know. Too well."
"Then you might guess my riddle," Mal said, and lightly touched his chest. "You're waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. But... it doesn't matter. How can it not matter to you where that train will take you?"
Romeo seldom heard his own voice from outside his head, and the man who spoke next stayed obscured and unrecognizable in shadows. Otherwise, he would have had more to think about than the riddle.
"Because you'll be together."
"Because you'll be together," Romeo repeated eagerly, thinking it a rather beautiful answer -- and was completely ignored by the couple as a slight, dark-haired girl entered the room and Mal's questioning began anew.
As for Romeo, he was taking a miraculously unbroken bottle of champagne and going off to look for Jim.
[OOC: Bits borrowed from Inception. For the other dreamverse hitchhiker, should he want!]
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He smiled a little.
"But it's nice, even if the weather is kind of awful. I mean... that fresh start. Back home, Hawkins is just the name people call if they want a refill on their purp juice. But anywhere else... It can be whatever I make of it, right?"
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A cascade of stone came especially close to him, and he rose to his feet. "Though I fear the place will crumble before we become much of anything."
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Jim pulled himself to his own feet, offering Romeo a lopsided smile. Apparently, he was the sort to dream big. "And I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have it all fall down on us while we're here."
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Not that he had the faintest idea where to start, but he was caught up in the romance of it all. And for romance, Romeo would do almost anything.
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Wow, there was no shortage of decay to pick from, really.
"That one!" And he pointed at the building nearest. Mostly because it was nearest to them. "And we can save the champagne to celebrate with, when it's done."
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He didn't quite take off across the sand before Jim could answer, but he was thinking about it.