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Mercutio ([personal profile] bymyheelies) wrote2024-08-13 11:02 pm
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open: the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow boy's butt shaft

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.
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-09-18 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course. I know how thou didst."
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-09-19 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I've done that, know thou. Put myself in harm's way, done my best to see whether there's anyone who'll call the bluff. It's not something one does when one's happy."
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-09-19 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
"And?" quietly.
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-09-19 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Does it anger thee?"
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-09-20 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
This time he waits again, though he takes a seat at the table with Mercutio.
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-09-20 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eat," Sagramore says. "Or thy head will ache worse tomorrow."
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-10-03 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Very good," with a touch of amusement. "Don't stop."
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-10-08 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thou art a good lad," gentler.
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-10-09 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, of course. A whoreson knave."
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-10-09 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then it was thy father's honor I was besmirching," easily. "Less banter, more pancakes."
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-10-10 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
"That makes two of us," with a little grin.
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[personal profile] sagramore 2024-10-31 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Very well," affecting a put-upon air. "I'll just have to withstand it."