Daisy Capulet

Jim just shrugged in response to that. As had been established, he wasn’t great at the emotional stuff and it was usually easier to drop it. He didn’t see the point in dragging it out if he didn’t have to. He didn’t owe anyone his thoughts or his feelings. But it he was honest, it was hard for him to figure out when people would push and when they would hold back - what was too much or not enough. Easier to stop early enough that he still felt in control.

Before he could make an escape, Daisy was shuffling him out of the shop and dragging him down the street, insisting that he needed to go out to eat with her. He couldn’t entirely hide the chuckle as he shook his head. Yep. He had no idea how to keep up with her. “Fine, fine. I guess food is a good idea. As long as this isn’t part of the long game to poison me.”

“Poison you?  I would never be so obvious,” she teased as she threw a wink at him from over her shoulder.  Slowing down a little, she continued to walk with her hand lightly gripped around Jim’s wrist.  “Besides, eating is important, Jim.”  A few more feet, they arrived to the front of a small cafe.  Only then did she realized she was still holding onto Jim.  With a slight blush, she let go to open up the door.  “After you,” she offered with a giggle before following in.

Mel had to suppress her innate ‘fight’ impulse, knowing that it was more important she get Daisy home. She wasn’t going to let Daisy freeze up either. She would fucking carry the girl if she had to. As soon as she was sure she had a solid grip on Daisy, she started to pull her down the street, moving with the crowd running away from the explosion so it carried them along. 

When she caught sight of an alley she recognized which seemed fairy abandoned, she tugged Daisy to the side and into the relative quiet. A few other people stumbled in behind them so Mel kept them both moving. “We’re only a couple blocks from safety. We’re gonna get there and it’s gonna be fine. Just stick close to me and we’ll be okay.” She said it with as much confidence as she could muster to keep Daisy moving with her, out of the alley and into the next crazy thoroughfare. 

Now that she was right beside Mel again, Daisy remained close.  She understood the need for vigilance.  Holding tightly onto her bag with one hand and the pepper spray in the other, she looked both ways before heading back out into the streets.  “Wh-where are we headed?  I-I don’t even know if my parents are safe!” she cried, now worried about the rest of her family.  Then a sense of guilt washed over her as she realized she hadn’t been thinking about anyone but herself throughout all of this.

Daisy was easy to recognize, even with a mask. The delighted giggle always gave her away. “Thank you, darling. So do you. It’s been far too long. How are you? How is the shop?”

“It is a beautiful area,” Daria agreed easily.  “And this looks wonderful….or I am very sure it will when the building work is finished.  What are you having done?”

Daisy blushed a little and couldn’t help the small wince across her face as Daria mentioned the shop’s appearance.  “Just fixing it up a bit.  There was some damage from all the chaos lately and... yea.  But it’s ok!  The shop will look super great once everything is all fixed,” she giggled.

Daria breathed a little freer once her cousin stepped back.  It was sweet that the younger submissive was so excited about her appearance, quite flattering really.  “I’m back for good, or at least until Riccardo gets moved again.  We bought a new house not far from Friar Lawrance park.  What about you?  Is this your shop or are you covering for someone?”

“Ohh that area over there is so pretty!  And you get to go walk through Friar Lawerence Park whenever you want!  How gorgeous!” she replied giddily.  “Oh!  This is mine!  Been so for a couple of years,” she said proudly.  “I mean, my parents help me out a lot because I’m still so shit at really understanding finances and all that, but overall, this little shop is mine to care for!”

“Daisy, no don’t -! Damn it.” Mel wasn’t sure how Daisy had slipped out of her grip but she couldn’t completely argue against it. There was vulnerable stuff in there and it would hurt Daisy to lose everything. But even knowing that, she found herself hovering uncertainly in the doorway, grip shifting on the bat in case she needed to use it. But with another piece of luck, no one challenged her just yet. Maybe because this place was already so destroyed. 

At the explosion, Mel’s head whipped around and she tensed up. Shit shit this was so bad. And if she got hurt, Nico and Leo would take turns killing her. But Daisy’s question snapped her back to reality. “Not our problem. All it means is we’re picking a different route home.” Grabbing hold of Daisy’s hand again, she tugged her in the opposite direction of the explosion, eyes darting furiously around to try and identify any threats.

The noise was enough to fully set Daisy straight about the severity of the situation.  “O-okay, yea we should definitely get the fuck out of here,” she said quietly.  She could feel her body want to freeze up in fear but the logical part of her knew that her and Mel needed to leave and get to safety immediately.  Still, it was hard to ignore the heaviness in her heart knowing that her shop was destroyed.  Her very first big responsibility in life...

Jim raised an eyebrow at that particular response, not sure if he should smile or look at her disapprovingly. That blush was suggestive enough. But. Nope. He wasn’t following up on that in this moment or that was going to end up as a really selfish derailment which would leave them both probably feeling better physically without actually dealing with the emotional side of it. She was close enough to the realm of friendship that he wasn’t going to screw it up. 

“Nevermind.” If she hadn’t figured it out already, it was another of those lessons she would either learn or she wouldn’t. In a nice world, she wouldn’t learn it. No point to him spoiling things just because he could. 

Daisy narrowed her eyes at him, grinning slightly.  “You do that a lot, you know?  Say something and then, like... backtrack or just... drop it”  She didn’t mind, though, since sometimes people just didn’t want to say anything more.  But with Jim, it always made her wonder what was going on in his head and what he was thinking and what he was feeling.

Evie headed toward what she believed to be the entrance of the Romano Event Center, desperately needing fresh air. She pushed open the door and stepped outside.  She stood for a moment, relishing the crisp air when she heard the door open behind her.

“It’s a beautiful night.”

Jim snorted slightly at her comment, although the humor felt a little bleak. “Sure there is. Usually it comes with consent on both sides.” Like what had happened with Emery. While it had left him feeling better physically, he still wasn’t comfortable with how hard he’d had to fight to maintain control against that deep need for marks of violence and absolute submission. But as Daisy continued to speak, he sighed. He didn’t want to keep arguing this point as it was a discussion that kept moving in circles. Plus it kind of distracted from the fact that he was trying to apologize. 

He leaned against the doorway, shaking his head slightly at her response. “Not necessarily a bad thing. Just leaves you without too many defenses.” Unconditional kindness was rare in the Montagues for exactly that reason, and those who had it to offer were fiercely protected by the rest of the family. Where was Daisy’s family to protect her?

“Are you asking for consent, Jim?” she teased with a small giggle before, once more, clearing her throat at herself for being maybe a little too friendly.  Still, she couldn’t help the way her cheeks blushed slightly at the comment and the idea of marks that Jim might leave along her skin... she shook her head once more, not meaning to let her thoughts wander so much.  “I mean, like,... yes, anyways, consent is uh important.  So important.  And uh, I mean, clearly you uh you get that.”

Daria instantly tensed and tried to pull back as arms suddenly wrapped around her.  It took her a second to realise who it was but she smiled warmly once she did. “Hello Daisy.  How are you?” she asked as she stepped back from the embrace.

Daisy peeled herself away from Daria, not quite noticing how stiff her cousin was in the hug.  She was just so excited to see her again.  “I’m good!  Even better now that I know you’re here.  Are you visiting or are you back in town for a longer period of time?” she asked excitedly.

“I’d rather it get destroyed than you do. Buildings can be rebuilt,” she said bluntly. She was a small woman herself, but desperation was pounding through her and she would make use of whatever strength it gave her to get her dumb sweet cousin out of danger’s way. 

Sighing heavily, she looked at her. “Leo had me watching the security cameras so I saw you were stuck. I ran and I got lucky as hell. i’ve only had to use the bat to defend myself once. If we don’t move, it’s going to take something more miraculous than luck to get us out of here without some major kind of injury so can we please fucking go before I’m scraping you off the pavement!”

“I-- wait wait but,” she called out, not really able to think of too many arguments to counter Mel’s points--and she had some really solid points.  “Can I just at least grab some things first?  I... I don’t want to lose everything inside,” she pleaded softly, her face wrinkled with worry.  “A-and then we can leave right away.”

The sheen had begun to wear off being back in Verona for Daria.  Things at home had been quiet but that was mainly because Riccardo was working constantly at the moment and Daria had spent most of her time organising the house.  Now she had most things unpacked and put away and as she sat looking at her big white vase she had a sudden desire to fill it with flowers.

She had passed a flower shop not that far from home.  It looked like it had some repair work going on but there had clearly still been flowers for sale and so she decided to make her way there.  Stepping into the small space she looked round, her eyes seeking out one particular type of flower.

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The reconstruction at Daisy’s shop was taking a little while, though she wasn’t all too bothered by it.  It was a bit of an eyesore but Daisy, as she does, tried to make the most out of it.  At the very least, people still stopped by and her regulars were still regulars.  That motivated the submissive into keeping her shop up and running.  The hard part was trying to keep everything clean what with all the dust floating around now as the repairs were going in.  Thank goodness for insurance...

“Hello!  Welcome!” Daisy called aloud, her thoughts interrupted by the sounds of the bells ringing, indicating the door opening.  As she turned, her eyes widened to a familiar sight.  Immediately dropping her broom, Daisy ran over and wrapped her arms around her cousin.  “Daria!”