01-20-2021, 01:30 AM
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he couldn't figure out why he'd come back here, of all places. it'd been years since he was last here, and he was sure nobody remembered his face, but something told him it was still not his brightest idea. mercy hadn't seemed to like the idea, either, but what else was he supposed to do? pass up the opportunity for a nicer, warmer place to stay for the night?
walking to the casino at a brisker-than-usual pace gave him little time to take in his surroundings, eyes locked on the casino; he hadn't stayed here long enough last time to take any of the scenery or people in, and he didn't plan on staying forever this time, either.
for a moment, his eyes met the beach, and a pang in his chest made him frown. he clenched the straps of his bags tighter, memories of blond hair and a french accent he couldn't help but still miss flooding in (again). his expression and tight grip quickly relaxed, reminding himself to find happiness in her memory. she might have been gone, but she would never be gone -- not to him; she was still alive in the memories that brought smiles to his face and tears to his eyes before he tried to sleep most nights.
mercy, close to his side and wary of the other human escorting her own, hesitated once they finally reached the casino. romeo smiled down at her, encouraging and soft, and motioned with his head for her to follow him inside. she huffed at him, evoking a light chuckle from him, and then stepped inside, sticking so close it almost made it hard for them both to walk without tripping. he crouched down after thanking his escort, and gently grabbed mercy's head. he planted a kiss right between her eyes and scratched behind her ears, scrunching up his nose when she licked at his face.
"alright, alright. you're okay, mercy; it's okay," he assured her quietly, placing another kiss to her head before he stood. he took a step but faltered, causing her to bump into his leg, at the sight of a familiar head of blond hair. he shook his head and scoffed at himself, making to move again until he heard that familiar voice that sent another pang to his chest. he furrowed his brows and, slowly, started to approach.
he knew it couldn't be her -- she wasn't actually alive.
although, he never did see her die; his last image of her was her being dragged away from him as he was dragged from her.
it couldn't be her, though, right?
he couldn't stop himself, despite the doubts swarming his mind, because of the hope that swarmed with it.
"jewel? juliette?"
// yes that title is weak but weak title for a weak intro post !
he couldn't figure out why he'd come back here, of all places. it'd been years since he was last here, and he was sure nobody remembered his face, but something told him it was still not his brightest idea. mercy hadn't seemed to like the idea, either, but what else was he supposed to do? pass up the opportunity for a nicer, warmer place to stay for the night?
walking to the casino at a brisker-than-usual pace gave him little time to take in his surroundings, eyes locked on the casino; he hadn't stayed here long enough last time to take any of the scenery or people in, and he didn't plan on staying forever this time, either.
for a moment, his eyes met the beach, and a pang in his chest made him frown. he clenched the straps of his bags tighter, memories of blond hair and a french accent he couldn't help but still miss flooding in (again). his expression and tight grip quickly relaxed, reminding himself to find happiness in her memory. she might have been gone, but she would never be gone -- not to him; she was still alive in the memories that brought smiles to his face and tears to his eyes before he tried to sleep most nights.
mercy, close to his side and wary of the other human escorting her own, hesitated once they finally reached the casino. romeo smiled down at her, encouraging and soft, and motioned with his head for her to follow him inside. she huffed at him, evoking a light chuckle from him, and then stepped inside, sticking so close it almost made it hard for them both to walk without tripping. he crouched down after thanking his escort, and gently grabbed mercy's head. he planted a kiss right between her eyes and scratched behind her ears, scrunching up his nose when she licked at his face.
"alright, alright. you're okay, mercy; it's okay," he assured her quietly, placing another kiss to her head before he stood. he took a step but faltered, causing her to bump into his leg, at the sight of a familiar head of blond hair. he shook his head and scoffed at himself, making to move again until he heard that familiar voice that sent another pang to his chest. he furrowed his brows and, slowly, started to approach.
he knew it couldn't be her -- she wasn't actually alive.
although, he never did see her die; his last image of her was her being dragged away from him as he was dragged from her.
it couldn't be her, though, right?
he couldn't stop himself, despite the doubts swarming his mind, because of the hope that swarmed with it.
"jewel? juliette?"
// yes that title is weak but weak title for a weak intro post !