05-11-2020, 06:49 PM
What does he know of suffering?
Nothing, nothing at all; and when he is soon to face suffering in one of its most heartbreaking forms, he won't know what to say.
Capulet is spoiled, doted upon, lacking the resentment Tarte wears like a jacket too ragged to keep her warm. He wears a winning smile and proud walk and - well, it's almost haunting (his high spirits) coming from a creature with glowing yellow eyes and sharp teeth.
You're so handsome, Mother tells him, and he has no reason to believe otherwise.
The boy develops a charming personality rather quickly: from chasing butterflies to jumping out of shadows to say surprise his mother with a hug - he is charming in a terribly earnest and boyish way.
Perhaps Capulet will suffer from romanticization and naivety; but will that strike him now, in his innocence? Of course it will not, and that is tested when he stumbles upon the dark girl on a Loessian border.
He doesn't know what to say (a first for the boy). She looks thin, sad, but he can't really understand it.
"Hello," he greets confidently, then twists his ears back in hesitation, unsure if that's the proper greeting for someone so . . . forlorn. "Are you okay?" Cap adds, thinking maybe that might make it better (whatever it is).
Nothing, nothing at all; and when he is soon to face suffering in one of its most heartbreaking forms, he won't know what to say.
Capulet is spoiled, doted upon, lacking the resentment Tarte wears like a jacket too ragged to keep her warm. He wears a winning smile and proud walk and - well, it's almost haunting (his high spirits) coming from a creature with glowing yellow eyes and sharp teeth.
You're so handsome, Mother tells him, and he has no reason to believe otherwise.
The boy develops a charming personality rather quickly: from chasing butterflies to jumping out of shadows to say surprise his mother with a hug - he is charming in a terribly earnest and boyish way.
Perhaps Capulet will suffer from romanticization and naivety; but will that strike him now, in his innocence? Of course it will not, and that is tested when he stumbles upon the dark girl on a Loessian border.
He doesn't know what to say (a first for the boy). She looks thin, sad, but he can't really understand it.
"Hello," he greets confidently, then twists his ears back in hesitation, unsure if that's the proper greeting for someone so . . . forlorn. "Are you okay?" Cap adds, thinking maybe that might make it better (whatever it is).
@[Tarte]