School Grounds, Monday Morning
When Juliet fell asleep, she’d been a wee adorable garden gnome who was cuddled with her true love, who was also a wee adorable garden gnome.
The transformation wore off overnight. The cuddling did not. So when Juliet woke up curled up next to a shrub in the garden, her arm was draped over an unfamiliar blond boy.
Naturally, she sat up and yelped, then started swatting at him. “Wake up! Pervert!”
Romeo groaned. “I awake,” he said drowsily, though he wasn’t sitting up quite yet. “Stop hitting me.” He thought back, remembering the weekend, and groaned even louder. This was the second time plans for a quiet weekend on Fandom had gone awry when he was transformed; Yurika was going to have his head. “Just as you’re no gnome any longer, nor am I. ‘Tis Romeo.”
“Juliet. I’m just glad to be regular-person-sized again,” Juliet said, then - feeling driven to say something nice because he was cute and didn’t seem inclined to molest her - “The gnome thing could have been worse. And our names do sound kind of good together.”
Romeo couldn’t quite hide his wince at that. He’d met other Juliets - Professor Skywalker’s daughter was one - but even after so many years, the name stung at him. “They do,” he said briefly. “But I must away, before my real love has my head. I beg your pardon for being so rude as to run.”
“No problem. I have to get inside and shower anyhow,” she told him. A night spent sleeping in the garden did horrible things to one’s skin. “But wait. Did anything … you know. Happen? I won’t tell your girlfriend.” Whoever she was.
“We were gnomes,” Romeo answered briefly, turning toward the path back to town. “If it did, we’d hardly be the richer for having the images in our imaginations. I say their love was chaste.”
As she stood and headed back to the dorms, Juliet could hardly disagree.
[OOC: And my weekend of playercest is over! NFI, OOC okay.]
The transformation wore off overnight. The cuddling did not. So when Juliet woke up curled up next to a shrub in the garden, her arm was draped over an unfamiliar blond boy.
Naturally, she sat up and yelped, then started swatting at him. “Wake up! Pervert!”
Romeo groaned. “I awake,” he said drowsily, though he wasn’t sitting up quite yet. “Stop hitting me.” He thought back, remembering the weekend, and groaned even louder. This was the second time plans for a quiet weekend on Fandom had gone awry when he was transformed; Yurika was going to have his head. “Just as you’re no gnome any longer, nor am I. ‘Tis Romeo.”
“Juliet. I’m just glad to be regular-person-sized again,” Juliet said, then - feeling driven to say something nice because he was cute and didn’t seem inclined to molest her - “The gnome thing could have been worse. And our names do sound kind of good together.”
Romeo couldn’t quite hide his wince at that. He’d met other Juliets - Professor Skywalker’s daughter was one - but even after so many years, the name stung at him. “They do,” he said briefly. “But I must away, before my real love has my head. I beg your pardon for being so rude as to run.”
“No problem. I have to get inside and shower anyhow,” she told him. A night spent sleeping in the garden did horrible things to one’s skin. “But wait. Did anything … you know. Happen? I won’t tell your girlfriend.” Whoever she was.
“We were gnomes,” Romeo answered briefly, turning toward the path back to town. “If it did, we’d hardly be the richer for having the images in our imaginations. I say their love was chaste.”
As she stood and headed back to the dorms, Juliet could hardly disagree.
[OOC: And my weekend of playercest is over! NFI, OOC okay.]