withoutverona: (emo on the beach)
The water was colder than it ever was in Verona, but there was still an ocean in Fandom and it felt right for Romeo and Mercutio to end up beside it. If Romeo squinted just right, he could almost pretend he was back in Verona and 16 again, enjoying the last simple days he'd ever know.

He'd called Reno, of course. It only felt right for Reno and Mercutio to meet, even if he was going to have to translate every other sentence they exchanged. He assumed it would turn into jokes at his expense sooner or later; he was just grateful they'd have the chance.

Meeting of like minds, behind the cut! )

[OOC: NFI. Preplayed with the amazing [livejournal.com profile] raspberryturk and [livejournal.com profile] brat_intraining.]
withoutverona: (shh they're sleeping)
It 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.]


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Romeo Montague

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