End-of-Summer Therapy

[bitten_notshy]

Classes start in a week, so, Fandom, how was your summer? Did you get a tan? Fall in love? Are you still hoping to do one or both of those things before Labor Day?

Any lingering summer trauma, including the omg-island-of-vampires kind? Share. We love it when you share.

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[withoutverona]

A low blow, villain, yet if the choice is to feel as I do or as you do, I should much rather be myself.

It is widely known that Fulgencio is aware of little save what's in his cup, and how quickly he might refill it.

[feline-royalty.livejournal.com]

Thou may remain thyself for as long as thou art suited to the task, then. Montague, coward. Had I the opportunity, I would seek to have thee taste the sting of my rapier, that I might be finished with thee for an eternity.

Fulgencio is so unaware of what lies beyond his cup, I daresay he leaves his wife with little choice but to seek out affections elsewhere.

[withoutverona]

Thou cannot know this yet, butI already tried to settle this blood feud with thee, with and without Rapier and Sword. It failed. Thou art a cat; I cannot hope to take but a few of your nine lives, nor would I want to.

As for your uncle and his wife, it's kind of thee to offer thyself to fill Gloria's empty bed. No doubt it's spared many a man and many a maid in Verona the pox.

[feline-royalty.livejournal.com]

Say what thou wilt about me, Montague. I find myself hardly surprised to learn that thou has the gall to speak the same slander against the mother of the lady that thou professes to have loved.

[withoutverona]

I did love her. Do love her. Juliet has no more to do with that wench than a rosebush has with the night soil used to grow it. Had my lady lived, I'd give Gloria all due respect as a mother; she didn't, so I may speak the truth.

[feline-royalty.livejournal.com]

My cousin wilt die for thee, Montague. And if I had the benefit of knowing even a shadow of that fact before my own downfall, I would attempt to take thy life a thousand times over under my uncle's roof, regardless of his commands.

Though thou might never respect the Capulet name, the least that thou can afford is some respect for the family of she who made thee a widower. They will suffer more than their share of grief at thy hand.

[withoutverona]

I suffered more grief over the Capulet name than you will ever know, Tybalt. I mourn with almost every breath.

I still think you're a scoundrel, your aunt and uncle a slattern and a drunk who wished only to sell their child to the highest bidder -- and all of us far too concerned with false pride that is rooted in names, not in deeds.