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withoutveronaFour years.
It had been four years since Romeo met Juliet Capulet, and here he was. Still alive, still much more well than he deserved. The girl who had been his wife was fading in his memory, and he wished some part of him didn't see that as a good thing.
He didn't often go to Mass in Japan, but if there were ever a reason for it, this anniversary would serve. The ancient words, the rhythm of it, the incense -- all of it comforted him.
On his way out, he lit two candles: one for Juliet, one for Mercutio.
He hoped somewhere, they had forgiven him.
[OOC: NFB due to distance. Open after he leaves the chapel for phone calls, the girlfriend, etc., if you're willing to deal with a Shakespearean in mourning.]
It had been four years since Romeo met Juliet Capulet, and here he was. Still alive, still much more well than he deserved. The girl who had been his wife was fading in his memory, and he wished some part of him didn't see that as a good thing.
He didn't often go to Mass in Japan, but if there were ever a reason for it, this anniversary would serve. The ancient words, the rhythm of it, the incense -- all of it comforted him.
On his way out, he lit two candles: one for Juliet, one for Mercutio.
He hoped somewhere, they had forgiven him.
[OOC: NFB due to distance. Open after he leaves the chapel for phone calls, the girlfriend, etc., if you're willing to deal with a Shakespearean in mourning.]
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Date: 2011-07-15 05:40 pm (UTC)She was an odd figure for a summer afternoon, leaning against the side of the church in her smart, dark suit and sunglasses, but she'd been content to wait out here until he was finished, however long it took.
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Date: 2011-07-15 06:54 pm (UTC)Tybalt. He should have lit a candle for Tybalt, too.
"Thank you," he said quietly, reaching for her hand. "Not many women would wait as you did. I still have to do this."
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Date: 2011-07-15 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-15 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-16 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-16 02:17 am (UTC)A few more silent steps, then: "Every year, it gets to be the middle of July, and this is what it does to me."
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Date: 2011-07-16 02:38 am (UTC)"...I know. But you have to forgive yourself eventually, aijin. You know that."
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Date: 2011-07-16 03:04 am (UTC)"She would have been eighteen, end of the month," he said. It seemed ridiculously young from his lofty perch of twenty-and-a-half -- especially when he considered that they likely would have had a child or two by now.
He tried to shake it off. "You've heard my best Mercutio stories," Romeo said, trying for a teasing tone and almost succeeding. "The rest implicate me in some way.
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Date: 2011-07-16 03:20 am (UTC)"Ai-ya, eighteen. That feels like forever ago, doesn't it?"
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Date: 2011-07-16 03:36 am (UTC)He reached for the living girl's hand, trying to bury the dead one.
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Date: 2011-07-16 01:58 pm (UTC)"But you would have been the best Romeo that you could be, ne? And that's a pretty good thing to be."
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Date: 2011-07-16 06:54 pm (UTC)He trailed off there. But perhaps someday -- and he knew it might be a very long someday from now -- he'd see what kind of a husband he could be to Yurika.
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Date: 2011-07-16 09:43 pm (UTC)She may not have been raised religiously, but like most Japanese she did still respect the dead, and some forms were to be observed.
"Today, we will go to the beach," she said, taking his arm again. "I have sparklers in my purse to use as an offering, since incense is boring, and we can get a room at an inn and drink wine until late."
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Date: 2011-07-17 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
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