Juliet Montague, née Capulet, stepped off the boat that she had sailed away on some years ago with Romeo, leaving her husband by marriage only at that point, alone that day as she placed her foot on the very same dock, only to run into her older cousin’s open arms. Rosaline, and her husband Dario, had been standing further back on the wooden structure, looking mildly confused, as well as amused, before she had run into the former’s welcoming embrace.
It was only after the two women had stood there for a moment, did Juliet step away and look back to see Dario helping Romeo tie off their vessel.
He meant to stay, as well, of course.
While what he did was no longer Juliet’s concern, she was not exactly pleased that Romeo, for lack of any further inspiration, was following her back into Verona.
Gathering her skirts, which were well-worn, as her patience was, Juliet followed Rosaline, leaving the men to whatever it was they intended to do, in favor of spending time with anyone other than Romeo Montague.
Aziraphale and Crowley reminded Shakespeare of a certain couple
Aziraphale: O Crowley, Crowley! Wherefore art thou Crowley?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be an angel
Crowley [aside]: Shall I hear more? or shall I speak at this?
Aziraphale: ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thy self, though not a demon.
O be some other name! What’s a demon?
It’s nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face,
Not any part belonging to a being.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
So Crowley would, were he not Crowley called, Retrain that dear kindness which he owes, without that title. Crowley, doff thy name; and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
Hi tumblr I started animaticing the duel. I’m insane so I want to have the scene before hand as well. Was only able to finish the pre-scene before school starts back up again, but hopefully I’ll continue over winter break! Incase I don’t lmaoo ^^^
When Rosaline received a letter that was delivered to her doorstep by a wayward traveler one afternoon, having found themself on their way to Verona by happenstance; namely, they wished to be rewarded handsomely for the receipt of the news they were delivering, she was shocked not only that the small envelope itself, which had seen better days was in front of her, but that a stranger was demanding such a steep price, before she could even open it.
“Perhaps, it is a ruse,” Dario commented, not far behind her, after exiting their modest home, across the city from her father’s own luxurious one.
Rosaline looked a bit more closely at the proffered envelope, and realized that it wasn’t, as she recognized the handwriting that had hastily scrawled her name outside of it after a bit more thought.
She sighed.
“No, it isn’t,” she said, to Dario.
Then, to the messenger, “I’ll accept it, but do not expect this again, okay?”
The plucky young traveler, barely of marrying age in her brief estimation, sporting medium brown hair, and an unlined face, as well a thin, poorly garbed frame, nodded. She had no doubt that whoever they were, most of what she gave them would likely go to the tavern. That wasn’t her problem. Whatever the contents of the letter might be, however, was in fact her problem. So, she turned around to get the stranger their money.
“You’re serious,” Dario said, in a disbelieving tone, from behind her, as she made haste inside to grab for the sum which had been asked of her.
Giving her husband a wry smile, she said, “Oh yes. However, Juliet has a lot of explaining to do, the next time I see her. Which, by the arrival of this letter, I expect we shall be seeing her quite soon.”