tybalt capulette

@Thoth The swelling had gone down. He wouldn't dare see Angelo while it was still fresh. Tybalt still had a bandage over his cheek, just off the corner of his eye where he was unceremoniously punched in the head by a very, very disgruntled young man. So it hadn't been completely unexpected...

<center><div style="width: 75%;border:0px;padding:15px;text-align:justify;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/k8G7kO7.jpg" style="width:125px;height:125px;border:8px solid #4b7447;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"> Shay had walked passed the station several times before she entered. When she did...

@Thoth The next few days were torture. If he'd been cast down to hell instead of earth, he figured this would be exactly what it would be like. They skirted around each other. That was the only way he knew how to put it; they outright avoided each other for most of their shifts unless they...

@Thoth Another day, another couple dollars... Tybalt shut the door to his locker and turned the lock, jacket slung over his shoulder and his usual scowl planted firmly on his face. He was tired and cranky, having worked through a huge pile of papers just to have another plopped down in...

@Thoth He'd agreed to the date. Surprise, surprise. Well, no turning back now. But just because it was Angelo didn't mean that Tybalt was going to half-ass it. If there was a single thing he'd learned over his years of dating, it was never half-ass a date. It didn't matter who it was with...

Most people wouldn't have pegged Angelo as a romantic. After all, very little about 'mafioso turned police officer' screamed 'enjoys giving people flowers'. But he did, whether he looked it or not. He'd actually sent out two valentines, although only one was even vaguely romantic. The other was...

@Thoth It was just a routine patrol, they'd said. It'd be fun, they'd said. But what, really, was fun about wading among a sea of blackened souls? Some of them made Angelo's look goddamn white by comparison, something he was still trying to get over in his mind. The man had murdered...

@Bolt Every year... Every year... It wasn't as if he actively disliked these sort of events. Honestly, he wouldn't have participated if he didn't. At the same time, he had to wonder why he bothered every year. Sign the form, put your name in, check back to see who you matched with... Really...

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/3GtjtM3.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">His partner had helped him...