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093 » but i can't hide my true desire
[ every now and then, benvolio can be a difficult man to find. it isn't that he's unpredictable. the problem is that his duties often take him almost everywhere in verona castle, and so any page or messenger-boy tasked with the prospect of locating him can often get caught in a fruitless journey between his office, the library, the dining hall, the chambers of parliament...
but an enterprising young prince from afterglow savannah probably has his own means and methods of tracking his prey (his scent, perhaps?). in any case, benvolio is standing in the middle of a hallway today, carefully balancing a small stack of books in his arms — but it doesn't quite look safe to interrupt him at the moment. he wears a smile on his face, but one that is somewhat stiff, and the tone of his voice is uncharacteristically distant as he speaks. ]
...Of course, Lady Juliet. I am glad to see that you and Lord Romeo are doing well.
[ who is he talking to? ah, two people, actually: a blond man and a brunette woman, both of them smiling and blushing and holding hands in a way that suggests they're either on a date or have just gotten married. the family resemblance between benvolio and the young man is subtle, but striking: given that the man stands some inches taller than benvolio despite not being overwhelmingly tall, one would not quite notice it if they were not side-by-side, but they have the same blond hair, the same gently sloping blue eyes. the young woman, for her part, is nothing like the women of afterglow savannah, being that she has a delicate build, a soft and girlish demeanor — but the chime of her voice is almost angelic, and she has a sweet, pleasing aura about her.
benvolio likes her. he tells himself that he likes her.
on some level, he still hates her.
"we are doing well!" the young man — lord romeo — laughs. he still has a boyish awkwardness to him, a sort of gangly youthfulness to the way he runs a hand through his hair. "i do most of the cooking in our home, still, but juliet has gotten... better at it. why, just the other day she managed to cook soup without the, er — without burning it."
without the pot exploding, benvolio thinks, his smile unwavering.
"and is the same true for you?" juliet asks, a newlywed's sparkle to her gaze. "we have been away from the council for some time, but it brings me joy to know that more people respect you now than ever. i confess, romeo and i were a little worried that you wouldn't make any new friends, but i heard that you've gotten close to an ambassador from afterglow savannah recently... oh, what was his name?" ]
...Prince Leona Kingscholar, my lady. He is...
but an enterprising young prince from afterglow savannah probably has his own means and methods of tracking his prey (his scent, perhaps?). in any case, benvolio is standing in the middle of a hallway today, carefully balancing a small stack of books in his arms — but it doesn't quite look safe to interrupt him at the moment. he wears a smile on his face, but one that is somewhat stiff, and the tone of his voice is uncharacteristically distant as he speaks. ]
...Of course, Lady Juliet. I am glad to see that you and Lord Romeo are doing well.
[ who is he talking to? ah, two people, actually: a blond man and a brunette woman, both of them smiling and blushing and holding hands in a way that suggests they're either on a date or have just gotten married. the family resemblance between benvolio and the young man is subtle, but striking: given that the man stands some inches taller than benvolio despite not being overwhelmingly tall, one would not quite notice it if they were not side-by-side, but they have the same blond hair, the same gently sloping blue eyes. the young woman, for her part, is nothing like the women of afterglow savannah, being that she has a delicate build, a soft and girlish demeanor — but the chime of her voice is almost angelic, and she has a sweet, pleasing aura about her.
benvolio likes her. he tells himself that he likes her.
on some level, he still hates her.
"we are doing well!" the young man — lord romeo — laughs. he still has a boyish awkwardness to him, a sort of gangly youthfulness to the way he runs a hand through his hair. "i do most of the cooking in our home, still, but juliet has gotten... better at it. why, just the other day she managed to cook soup without the, er — without burning it."
without the pot exploding, benvolio thinks, his smile unwavering.
"and is the same true for you?" juliet asks, a newlywed's sparkle to her gaze. "we have been away from the council for some time, but it brings me joy to know that more people respect you now than ever. i confess, romeo and i were a little worried that you wouldn't make any new friends, but i heard that you've gotten close to an ambassador from afterglow savannah recently... oh, what was his name?" ]
...Prince Leona Kingscholar, my lady. He is...