A World Where You Can Be Both

These violent delights

mrow. Do not listen until the right part!!!! You'll know when

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RI-HOQ27QEM

"Juliet! Whither art thou?" It took Kara a few minutes to realize that she was the one her mother was calling. She hastily stood up from a window seat she'd found and went to find Alura. Or, Lady Capulet. Whatever.

    "I'm hither, Moth—" The words died in Kara's throat as she entered the dining room and saw who her mother was sitting next to.

    She barely suppressed a gasp. It was him. William.

    Lady Capulet was oblivious to her daughter's distress and smiled brightly. "Daughter Juliet, this is Paris. He wanteth to marry thee!"

    Kara could only stare as the man who looked like her dead friend rose to his feet.

    "Good morrow!" he greeted her cheerfully, then gestured towards the door. "Shalt we walketh?" He sounds weird without a British accent...

    "Uh..." Kara looked at Lady Capulet, who smiled encouragingly. She swallowed hard and followed Paris.

    As soon as they were outside, his whole demeanor changed. The friendly smile dropped, and he quickly pulled her into the woods and out of sight or earshot of Lady Capulet. Kara was starting to get suspicious. Just because he wasn't a bad guy in real life didn't mean he wasn't here. That certainly hadn't stopped a few of the villains of her last Music Meister encounter.

    Paris took a deep breath and faced her. "I has't to beest honest with thee about something," he confessed, and she quirked an eyebrow, wondering where he was going with this.

    He cleared his throat. "I wanteth not 't marry thee. Mine father did force me into asking for thy handeth." Kara breathed a sigh of relief. She missed her friend dearly, but had no desire to be married to him. At least she got to see him again, one last time.

    "I wanteth not 't marry thee, either," she told him.

    Paris' face broke into a wide smile. "Thank God!" A mischievous glint appeared in his eye. "Hast another sir stolen thy heart?"

    Kara stopped walking, staring at him in shock. Her brain felt like it was short-circuiting. If Paris noticed her strangled gasp, he didn't let on, merely smirked.

    "What's his name?"

    "There's no–I don't–"

    "Ah, not sure if 't be true he loves thee back?" What the hell? She didn't remember him being psychic in the—What am I talking about?! She definitely didn't love Mon-El anymore! It had been years, and he lived in another freaking century. There was nothing between them. Nothing.

    Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Kara noticed Paris watching her internal argument, looking amused. She cleared her throat awkwardly.

    "'Tis just......complicated. Thither art a lot of things keeping us from each other."

    He studied her face, his expression serious but gentle. "'Tis been mine own experience yond love is worth it. Every time."

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    "Romeo! Cometh on! Thou art holding us up!" Mon-El tore his gaze away from the beautiful forest they were riding in and prompted his horse to catch up with his friends. He had never ridden a horse before in his life, but thanks to the dreamworld magic he seemed to know exactly how from the moment he sat in the saddle.

    Mon-El had to say, the wind whipping through his hair and feeling the power in the animal below him was almost better than flying. It was a shame horses were extinct in the 31st century.