romeo damien montague

[ROMEO DAMIEN MONTAGUE]

Romeo Damien Montague !

romeo + juliet

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hey howdy hey! this is Bubbles! and i'm sixteen years old. i've been roleplaying for like, three or four years and i've loved every minute of it. at the moment i play Romy Baby ;) and i love all of them. if i'm not around, catch me on [e-mail] and i should respond. so yeah, peace!

Tick.

Tock.

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It was getting late, and he knew it. Of course he knew it. He was sat watching the time fly by as he slowly downed a small bottle of beer. He’d been drinking it for an hour now but the dark liquid didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Just like he didn’t. Yes, that’s what it seemed like all the time. It seemed like the young Montague heir would make nothing of himself. Would get no where. But he didn’t care, or, at least he didn’t seem to care. But then again, everyone always assumed everything about him. They always thought they knew him. That was of course a lie.

Few people did know him, and it was those few the young man was happy with. Benvolio was his cousin and trusted friend, the one he’d kill for. Mercutio was perhaps his best friend. His closest at least. He loved the other, in a straight way of course. Christ! It wasn’t like he was gay or anything! After all, he was in love with Juliet. Juliet, his sweet, sweet Juliet. Oh, how he loved her. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Never in a million years. Everyday he felt sure his love for her grew stronger.

So much stronger. He’d say it to himself every second of every day. Ever since he met her. He always reminded himself he loved her, not wanting to dwell on his unrequited love. Not wanting, for once in his life, to carry on the love he felt for someone. No, he wanted to only love Juliet. If he had Juliet he knew for sure his world would be perfect. If he could end this hatred between their kinsmen he would be respected. He’d have ended years of anger and hurt.

He wanted to be the one who set things right. He and Juliet of course. He couldn’t do it without her. A soft sigh lid through his lips as he dropped the bottle to the floor, it smashed, it’s content splashing everywhere, soaking his tight black pants. He jumped to his feet with a loud curse. Why had he dropped it! God, he was an idiot sometimes. An idiot who was now covered in some alcoholic beverage, he wasn’t even sure what he’d been drinking now. He groaned as he looked around himself before worming his way around the glass on the floor.

He was going to pay for this, he could tell. He always paid for things he did. Though rarely straight away. A scowl formed on his face, making the young rich boy's brows furrow. "MERCUTIO! I think I'd best get going!" He called over to his friend, aware of how drunk he was becoming as they sat in their usual place by the beach.

[titch !]