Romeo ✿ 001
Who: Romeo and All The Things
Where: Wandering around Somni. Here and there.
Style: I'll match you!
Status: OPEN TO ALL
...Huh?
The familiar nuzzle of hairs standing on the back of his neck rolled Romeo into a half conscious state. His head was still fuzzy; heavy eyelids blurring his vision and making it near to impossible as to define his location. It took a moment, almost a minute of sitting there, to finally feel the ends of his fingertips give way to a feeling. Cold.
"Where..." The words crawled out with much force, hoarse from what felt like previous yelling. Where was he? Thoughts traveled back in time and by the moment the blue haired boy was able to conform into a sitting position, it hit him. Hard. "No, this cannot be right. Is this to be Heaven?" He’s frantic now; ocean blue eyes glancing desperately to his chest. The armor that he wore to his last battle... it still adored his body. And the blood--yes, the blood was still plain as day. Had he really died, or was his consciousness merely playing tricks?
This place... he had never seen such an area as this before. Nowhere near the Neo Verona he had known-- so then maybe. "Ah--!" And that’s when it hit him. A sinking feeling grew in the pit of his stomach with hands desperately clasping into fists. Eyes whirled around, head cocked from one direction to another. If he was still alive, then she had to be!
"Juliet, where are you!?" Panicked, confused, and an obvious fill of distress forced the male to his feet. A little stumble, yes, but after a quick recovery Romeo was able to fully grasp his situation. His love, the person he just risked his entire life for, was gone. There was a feeling of eminent helplessness that began to rise to the surface only to be shaken off a moment later. No, such a thing could not distress him. Not when there was still a chance of finding her.
It was that one, solid step forward that held enough determination to be lead into another, and then another. Sure, his body felt weak and weighed upon but the ever going worry of Juliet- his poor Juliet- kept him from taking just one more into the unknown.
Care to find this poor boy stumbling around?
Where: Wandering around Somni. Here and there.
Style: I'll match you!
Status: OPEN TO ALL
...Huh?
The familiar nuzzle of hairs standing on the back of his neck rolled Romeo into a half conscious state. His head was still fuzzy; heavy eyelids blurring his vision and making it near to impossible as to define his location. It took a moment, almost a minute of sitting there, to finally feel the ends of his fingertips give way to a feeling. Cold.
"Where..." The words crawled out with much force, hoarse from what felt like previous yelling. Where was he? Thoughts traveled back in time and by the moment the blue haired boy was able to conform into a sitting position, it hit him. Hard. "No, this cannot be right. Is this to be Heaven?" He’s frantic now; ocean blue eyes glancing desperately to his chest. The armor that he wore to his last battle... it still adored his body. And the blood--yes, the blood was still plain as day. Had he really died, or was his consciousness merely playing tricks?
This place... he had never seen such an area as this before. Nowhere near the Neo Verona he had known-- so then maybe. "Ah--!" And that’s when it hit him. A sinking feeling grew in the pit of his stomach with hands desperately clasping into fists. Eyes whirled around, head cocked from one direction to another. If he was still alive, then she had to be!
"Juliet, where are you!?" Panicked, confused, and an obvious fill of distress forced the male to his feet. A little stumble, yes, but after a quick recovery Romeo was able to fully grasp his situation. His love, the person he just risked his entire life for, was gone. There was a feeling of eminent helplessness that began to rise to the surface only to be shaken off a moment later. No, such a thing could not distress him. Not when there was still a chance of finding her.
It was that one, solid step forward that held enough determination to be lead into another, and then another. Sure, his body felt weak and weighed upon but the ever going worry of Juliet- his poor Juliet- kept him from taking just one more into the unknown.
Care to find this poor boy stumbling around?