#fveronasstarter

[thegreatbenholio]

Sometimes.... Benvolio forgot himself. Not a literal forgetting, like his name and age, but more of a lack of awareness. 

When his headphones were in, and his feet were tapping, Benvolio lost the world. It happened frequently, mostly when he was walking the streets of Verona, seemingly on his own. 

Today’s poison was Celine Dion. He had no shame in faux belting her lyrics, his hands swinging dramatically as he reached the pinnacle point in It’s All Coming Back To Me Now,and given that he had no perception that someone might be walking right behind them- he accidentally punched them in the face. 

[jacquesofnotrade-blog]

“Oh my god.  Ohmygodohmy--I just killed a squirrel.  I was just--driving, having a normal fucking afternoon and I just took an innocent life.  Fuck.  Fuck, I don’t even believe in Hell but I should go there now.  The poor little guy did nothing; he was probably better than any human who ever lived.  And I just killed him, carelessly, like some fairytale monster.  I think I’m going to throw up. Or cry. Someone please hand me something alcoholic.”

[mcaesars]

“Beware the Ides of March?” Marcella said, staring up at the graffiti sprayed onto the front windows of Caesar Investment. “What kind of sick joke is this?”

[fleancing]

It was growing progressively darker, progressively colder, and Felicity wasn’t an idiot.  Verona was not a place to be at night.  Curfew be damned, she was nervous in a deeper way than that.  “Hey . . . you wouldn’t happen to know how to get back to the law firm on 5th Ave, would you?”

[beaduncan]

“Every time I get a half decent idea it’s like, poof, right out of my head. Some writer I am.”

[margaretmaggiejames-blog]

That’s how you know you fucked up.” Maggie sang to herself, bobbing her head from side to side as the rhythm played in her head. It had been on repeat in her apartment for days, and now it was her sweeping song. She was about to start the second verse when she was startled by the presence of another person. “Sorry!”

[macbxths]

“It’s a nice enough day for a coffee and baileys, isn’t it?” 

[olivialacroix-blog]

“Nope. Not happening. Don’t even think about it.”

[fuckgirldina-blog]

Despite the many visitors - Dina wanted nothing to do with them. She wanted to curl up in a ball and hide away from the world until her wounds were healed and the bruises were no longer taking up half of her body. With every move shade, she was reminded of the accident. Of being rushed to the hospital and being in and out on consciousness. Doctors and nurses were in her room at all hours. Her parents were the only ones allowed to visit until she begged them to go home, to get some rest in an actual bed. As she left the television on for background noise, the blonde spent a majority of her time looking out her window at the garden the hospital had. Hearing footsteps, she assumed a nurse was coming in to check on her, "Can you pass me my water, please," she asked, quietly.

[jacquesofnotrade-blog]

In My Heart It Was So Real [Jacques/Richard]

@richardx3

Jacques had been a resident of Verona for long enough now that he’d stopped thinking of himself strictly as a foreigner.  He’d even visited his new office here, settled in like a normal human being, and ordered an espresso this morning without apologizing for his Italian for once.  Even more indicative that he was settling in was his seductive urge to call Richard’s house, where he’d slept for over two weeks, home . 

from RICHARD: Where the fuck are you, bitchboi? (read) from JACQUES: I’m on my way home (sent) 

He’d sent the text to Richard when he left the office without thinking.  On my way home.  Because it had taken less than a month for him to start thinking of the house they shared as home, to start looking forward to it when he finished with his day, to have Richard’s schedule memorized to a T, to know what days he took his mysterious beard out on dates--this wasn’t one of them, thank God.

Maybe tonight, they’d actually watch A Clockwork Orange and he’d actually get to do what Richard had promised him he could while they did it.  Hopefully Richard wouldn’t be too drunk to stand--that had made Jacques feel moralized enough to not bang his high school sweetheart last time.

“I’m back.”  He opened the door and slid through, leaving his bad on the counter and his coat right beside it.  ‘Did you need anything?”

[fleancing]

“Uh, I can totally get into this movie.  I’m with them.”

[beaduncan]

“Aren’t you happy to see me?”

[puckgoode]

“Some idiot puked on my shoes, so please don’t even think about starting shit. I’m already in a shitty mood.”

[thegreatbenholio]

“So what’s the word, bird?”

[okayestromeo]

“Look at that,” Romeo says, pausing to face the opposite direction. The sky is streaked with bright pinks and cool oranges - and he’s quiet for a moment longer. “The sun’s setting, it’s six pm, and I’m not drunk yet. It’s a fucking miracle.”

[fuckgirldina-blog]

text never sent || patrick

Dina: I miss yo