open: the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow boy's butt shaft

[bymyheelies]

For those that care to spend time with Mercutio; they may note that today he is conspicuously hard to find. He is still reeling from the recent news of Romeo's fate at the end of their story, and not entirely sure how to proceed with it. Ideally, at home, he would find some way to take his mind off of pressing matters: spend time with his friends (friend, now, singular) or find someone entertaining to harass about the town and make merry. If he was in a particularly snappish mood he would invariably end up picking a fight with Capulets, one in particular.

That is not the case today. Someone attuned to the general sounds of the mansion might hear a steady sort of thunking noise coming from an out-of-the-way bar. It is there that Mercutio can be found, various bottles of alcohol open at his side. He has clearly been there some time by the looks of it, and is currently engrossed in throwing a small selection of daggers at the wall. Despite his intoxication, he is doing a reasonably good job at it; but judging from the stormy look on his face, he does not entirely wish to be bothered.

Comments

[bymyheelies]

"Do I? I had forgotten."

[temnota]

"Skating lessons," Aleksander reminded Mercutio brightly. "With those shoes that have the small wheels on them."

[bymyheelies]

"Ah! Yes. I fear I am not fit for it at the present moment."

[temnota]

"That is all right. It can be something for another time." Aleksander said reassuringly. "In the meantime, can I offer you some distraction?"

[bymyheelies]

He shrugs, short and sharp. "Do as you like."

[temnota]

"How are you at aiming at moving targets?"

[bymyheelies]

"I do well enough."

[temnota]

Aleksander lifted his hands and turned his palms face-up. The shadows gathered from the edges of the room and coiled into a solid sphere in front of him. He flicked his fingers and the sphere sailed away to hover in front of the wall with the daggers stuck in it. He made another minute gesture and the sphere started to move in a horizontal line at a steady pace. "Try hitting the shadow, then."