Introducing: Mercutio

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio is lying on a very plush couch. It is not where he was, that is clear enough. This is nothing like a tavern, certainly nothing at all like Verona. Even the lights are strange-looking, not flickering or dancing like flame. Is it some kind of faerie-land? Without doubt, it is not any sort of heaven or hell he has read of, though he knows well he should be dead. The lingering blood on his extremely thin, gauzy shirt is proof enough of that. Strangely, he is no longer bleeding, but that only makes it easier to rise from his bed and proceed to look about the room.

Eventually, he makes his way through the house, poking in various rooms until he finds his way to the main foyer. He opens the door and stands in the entrance, examining the gardens and forest beyond; before deciding that it is unreasonably cold outside. There's more proof, then, that this is not Verona, it had been the middle of summer when he had been fighting Tybalt. He shrugs, and proceeds to rifle through the papers at the table, not exactly reading or retaining anything on them. Clearly there are inhabitants, but he hasn't seen any of them yet. A queer faerie-land, indeed.

Comments

[bymyheelies]

Mercutio laughs and shrugs. "Stalwart and loyal, an thou wilt have me. I did often give my friends advice; but 't fell on the ears of a post."

[ravkanwitch]

“What kind of advice?” Nina asks, curious.

[bymyheelies]

"O, the sort to cheer a man who languishes in a desert of desire for an unfeeling oasis." There's a beat. "Tho' he did quit his sorrow soon enough." It was not, however, on the advice of Mercutio, but he doesn't know that.

[ravkanwitch]

"Quit does... not sound good for a lovelorn friend," Nina says, after a pause.

[bymyheelies]

"O--" He waves a hand. "His lady Rosaline returned his affections, I warrant. He was in quite high spirits after the dance." It was not, in fact, good for his lovelorn friend; but Mercutio does not know that.

[ravkanwitch]

"Ah, well that's good." Her expression brightens. "Do you dance?"

[bymyheelies]

"O, ay, from time to time." Sometimes he even does it in costumes.

[ravkanwitch]

"You missed a fun one," she tells him brightly. "How about this... I'll let you settle in. Once you do, we'll dance. If you impress me, I'll be friends with you."

[bymyheelies]

He laughs and gives her a graceful bow. "Ay, lady, very well."

[ravkanwitch]

She gives him a stern look. "I have high standards, you know."

[bymyheelies]

"Sweet lady, I hath been instructed by the finest in Verona. Canst be assured I am a fine partner." --It's fairly clear he doesn't mean just a dance partner; but he's also lightly teasing.

[ravkanwitch]

She tilts her chin up, giving him a skeptical look, but her eyes are amused. "But can the finest in Verona match the finest of Ravka?"

[bymyheelies]

He winks, and gracefully bends to kiss her hand. “Sweet lady, time will tell.”

[ravkanwitch]

She gives him a cheeky grin in return. “Time will tell indeed.”