Mercutio Escalus

Dear friends and followers,

This might sound strange, but I have decided to stop roleplaying with any other blog aside from @putyourbabyfangsaway. I just can’t find find any inspiration to reply on any other thread than the ones I have with ‘’my’’ Eric, which makes me feel terrible. @putyourbabyfangsaway is pretty much the very reason I did keep on roleplaying after Hyves.nl’s ‘’shutdown’’, so for her I will stay active.

I hope you guys can forgive me and I hope to perhaps talk to you in the future again <3 This was a very hard decision for me.

He shrugged the thought off. “His hormones are working so giving him something slightly sensual will be lots of fun.” Mercutio reasoned with a sly smile. “Also, I’d love to see the look on his face when he opens the package. He’ll be so ashamed. Uncle will be so mad at me. Yes, really looking forward to it.”

“Who knows what happens in this silly head of yours” huffed Tybalt. “Do you suggest that I couldn’t deal with such a nuisance as a denaturant? Never underestimate me, Escalus”

Tybalt didn’t want to appear incapable or worse. Not in front of Mercutio. Not to mention that he wanted to somehow cover his lack of knowledge - what was that he had in this little bottle? He somehow failed to notice. And no, obviously he just didn’t notice, it’s not that he had a vision defect. And surely, not because he preferred to be incapable of reading instead of wearing glasses in public. If only he was not allergic to lenses…

He looked at their joined hands and thought of snatching his own from Mercutio’s grip. But then… never give up, he reminded himself. He smiled and tightened the grip even more.

“Shall we go?” he asked with a grin. “I know the place where they serve the best drinks in whole Verona.” And not waiting for the answer he pulled Mercutio forcing him to follow.

Now this was something new. Usually when Tybalt pushed and pulled him around it was to push him against a wall or to pull him aside so he could hit him with his fist. But this time he was being pulled along just as roughly as usually but for a completely different purpose.

He’d love to deny his cheeks had turned red.

“Susprise me Cat King.” was all that escaped his lips. Could he really not think of anything better to say? Surely he knew the best places in Verona, his uncle’s budget allowed him to know so many spots expensive and not.

When they reached the destinated area he started to look around, feeling slightly uncomfortable in this part of the city. There were mostly Capulet supporters around. 

He knew how to keep his face straight and serious, and though he secretly preferred soft drinks over booze, he said it just to see if he could piss Tybalt off. eventually his cheeky grin made his way through the facade and Mercutio couldn’t help but chuckle.

“With the risk of sounding boring, mulled wine for me please. It’s a bit cold outside these days and one has to get up as early as this in the mornings… well…” His voice drifted off as his eyes sought for Tybalt’s, trying to see if the other man understood him. “I just wish to feel warm.”

He shrugged the thought off. “His hormones are working so giving him something slightly sensual will be lots of fun.” Mercutio reasoned with a sly smile. “Also, I’d love to see the look on his face when he opens the package. He’ll be so ashamed. Uncle will be so mad at me. Yes, really looking forward to it.”

“Who knows what happens in this silly head of yours” huffed Tybalt. “Do you suggest that I couldn’t deal with such a nuisance as a denaturant? Never underestimate me, Escalus”

Tybalt didn’t want to appear incapable or worse. Not in front of Mercutio. Not to mention that he wanted to somehow cover his lack of knowledge - what was that he had in this little bottle? He somehow failed to notice. And no, obviously he just didn’t notice, it’s not that he had a vision defect. And surely, not because he preferred to be incapable of reading instead of wearing glasses in public. If only he was not allergic to lenses…

He looked at their joined hands and thought of snatching his own from Mercutio’s grip. But then… never give up, he reminded himself. He smiled and tightened the grip even more.

“Shall we go?” he asked with a grin. “I know the place where they serve the best drinks in whole Verona.” And not waiting for the answer he pulled Mercutio forcing him to follow.

Now this was something new. Usually when Tybalt pushed and pulled him around it was to push him against a wall or to pull him aside so he could hit him with his fist. But this time he was being pulled along just as roughly as usually but for a completely different purpose.

He’d love to deny his cheeks had turned red.

“Susprise me Cat King.” was all that escaped his lips. Could he really not think of anything better to say? Surely he knew the best places in Verona, his uncle’s budget allowed him to know so many spots expensive and not.

When they reached the destinated area he started to look around, feeling slightly uncomfortable in this part of the city. There were mostly Capulet supporters around. 

He knew how to keep his face straight and serious, and though he secretly preferred soft drinks over booze, he said it just to see if he could piss Tybalt off. eventually his cheeky grin made his way through the facade and Mercutio couldn’t help but chuckle.

“With the risk of sounding boring, mulled wine for me please. It’s a bit cold outside these days and one has to get up as early as this in the mornings… well…” His voice drifted off as his eyes sought for Tybalt’s, trying to see if the other man understood him. “I just wish to feel warm.”

“Who knows what happens in this silly head of yours” huffed Tybalt. “Do you suggest that I couldn’t deal with such a nuisance as a denaturant? Never underestimate me, Escalus”

Tybalt didn’t want to appear incapable or worse. Not in front of Mercutio. Not to mention that he wanted to somehow cover his lack of knowledge - what was that he had in this little bottle? He somehow failed to notice. And no, obviously he just didn’t notice, it’s not that he had a vision defect. And surely, not because he preferred to be incapable of reading instead of wearing glasses in public. If only he was not allergic to lenses…

He looked at their joined hands and thought of snatching his own from Mercutio’s grip. But then… never give up, he reminded himself. He smiled and tightened the grip even more.

“Shall we go?” he asked with a grin. “I know the place where they serve the best drinks in whole Verona.” And not waiting for the answer he pulled Mercutio forcing him to follow.

Now this was something new. Usually when Tybalt pushed and pulled him around it was to push him against a wall or to pull him aside so he could hit him with his fist. But this time he was being pulled along just as roughly as usually but for a completely different purpose.

He’d love to deny his cheeks had turned red.

“Susprise me Cat King.” was all that escaped his lips. Could he really not think of anything better to say? Surely he knew the best places in Verona, his uncle’s budget allowed him to know so many spots expensive and not.

When they reached the destinated area he started to look around, feeling slightly uncomfortable in this part of the city. There were mostly Capulet supporters around. 

He knew how to keep his face straight and serious, and though he secretly preferred soft drinks over booze, he said it just to see if he could piss Tybalt off. eventually his cheeky grin made his way through the facade and Mercutio couldn’t help but chuckle.

“With the risk of sounding boring, mulled wine for me please. It’s a bit cold outside these days and one has to get up as early as this in the mornings... well...” His voice drifted off as his eyes sought for Tybalt’s, trying to see if the other man understood him. “I just wish to feel warm.”

And it was not even because he was woken up by Juliet’s Nurse at some ungodly hour. It was not even due to the fact that despite his grumbling and vivid protests, he was forced to get up and ran errands for the household. Finally, it was not even because of the splitting headache that he managed to woke up with and which didn’t seem to cease even a little. And he took extremely strong painkillers. Still, it wasn’t helping at all. 

But all those things were irrelevant. More importantly, it was a certain Escalus’ heir who managed to set his teeth on edge. Unfortunately, there he was - a mess of red hair which looked like the fire even from the distance, this condescending smirk, this oh so irritating posture, as if he owned the whole world. Tybalt sighed and lowered his head, in futile attempt at not being noticed. But again, it wasn’t his lucky day, and the witty greetings stopped him right where he was.  

“He sees me and the first thing he does is reach for his blade. I am flattered.” He said it as if he was speaking to someboedy else, though there was no audience to hear him. 

“Tybalt, come now. It’s about time someone tells you that you shouldn’t always play with your blade. Put your hand down. The sight of your fingers so very near to your fly puts a fire in me. A fire I can only explain to be dread.”

“You’re incapable of seriousness.” he muttered, looking at the young Escalus with a newly gained interest. The low voice of the other sent a shiver down his spine and Tybalt wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that. Nevertheless, he let his hand go off the blade and drop down to his side. The invitation… even if that was just some mischievous plot, what could he loose anyway?

Seriously, the whole situation was awkward and Tybalt prayed to God for no one from his family would notice him hanging around with the Montague’s dog. He wasn’t even sure why he decided to do so and he slowly started to regret his decision. But, he was Tybalt Capulet. He wasn’t going to appear weak and run away. He was going to take it all head on. 

“But let’s do it at a proper bar or something.” he chuckled and ran his free hand through his wild locks, creating even more of a chaos hairstyle,

“The bottle is for Valentine. I think it’d do him good.”

What had he just read on it? The pink bottles said Love Potion, the Red said Heart Throb, the blue ones said Love Tears and the yellow said Lust. But Mercutio already pushed Tybalt away from the stand before he could get a glimpse at the purple bottles.

And it was not even because he was woken up by Juliet’s Nurse at some ungodly hour. It was not even due to the fact that despite his grumbling and vivid protests, he was forced to get up and ran errands for the household. Finally, it was not even because of the splitting headache that he managed to woke up with and which didn’t seem to cease even a little. And he took extremely strong painkillers. Still, it wasn’t helping at all. 

But all those things were irrelevant. More importantly, it was a certain Escalus’ heir who managed to set his teeth on edge. Unfortunately, there he was - a mess of red hair which looked like the fire even from the distance, this condescending smirk, this oh so irritating posture, as if he owned the whole world. Tybalt sighed and lowered his head, in futile attempt at not being noticed. But again, it wasn’t his lucky day, and the witty greetings stopped him right where he was.  

“He sees me and the first thing he does is reach for his blade. I am flattered.” He said it as if he was speaking to someboedy else, though there was no audience to hear him. 

“Tybalt, come now. It’s about time someone tells you that you shouldn’t always play with your blade. Put your hand down. The sight of your fingers so very near to your fly puts a fire in me. A fire I can only explain to be dread.”

“You’re incapable of seriousness.” he muttered, looking at the young Escalus with a newly gained interest. The low voice of the other sent a shiver down his spine and Tybalt wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that. Nevertheless, he let his hand go off the blade and drop down to his side. The invitation… even if that was just some mischievous plot, what could he loose anyway?

And it was not even because he was woken up by Juliet’s Nurse at some ungodly hour. It was not even due to the fact that despite his grumbling and vivid protests, he was forced to get up and ran errands for the household. Finally, it was not even because of the splitting headache that he managed to woke up with and which didn’t seem to cease even a little. And he took extremely strong painkillers. Still, it wasn’t helping at all. 

But all those things were irrelevant. More importantly, it was a certain Escalus’ heir who managed to set his teeth on edge. Unfortunately, there he was - a mess of red hair which looked like the fire even from the distance, this condescending smirk, this oh so irritating posture, as if he owned the whole world. Tybalt sighed and lowered his head, in futile attempt at not being noticed. But again, it wasn’t his lucky day, and the witty greetings stopped him right where he was.  

“He sees me and the first thing he does is reach for his blade. I am flattered.” He said it as if he was speaking to someboedy else, though there was no audience to hear him. 

“Tybalt, come now. It’s about time someone tells you that you shouldn’t always play with your blade. Put your hand down. The sight of your fingers so very near to your fly puts a fire in me. A fire I can only explain to be dread.”