Yeah it's not too long but oh well.

Sorry I'm never here; I'm more active on FictionPress, however! Same user there as it is here!

Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy!


I was born in Verona, Italy.

My family makes me a Capulet.

I don't know why the feud started, but here we are.

However, I'm willing to fight on behalf of our pride.

I don't know how long this worthless war has been going on.

I'm still learning how to fix the mess between us, even if I don't show it often.

If I'm honest, I kinda like the satisfaction of each win I get.

I've been told that I'm cold blooded when it comes to killing, but

Secretly, I get really nervous when I see a Montague because I know that my life is on the line and I think, Better them than me.

You know, it sounds crazy, but I'm not totally against Romeo hitting on Juliet.

Their hidden relationship reminds me of how broken this world really is.

I'm scared of the malicious actions that might come out of it if they are ever found.

I've never been one for sappy romances, but for some reason, theirs is different.

I wonder what their love will lead to.

I'm afraid that wherever it leads won't be good.

Hi, I'm Tybalt

I am Juliet's cousin; one of her closest friends.

But I don't allow it to stop the infinite fuse that was lit in my soul that day.

I have some regrets.

I don't know much, but I do know this: the deaths caused, on both sides, were for nothing. Even mine.

I know I did nothing to stop it.

I know I did nothing to make it better.

But if I'm being honest, you should know that this violence was what I was raised with. It was only first nature.

So can you blame me?


I used the "Honesty Poem" prompt for this!

— Fire