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Was he offended by not being seen as the same vicious beasts as his family was? Maybe, but even then, it barely scratched the surface - Ros was one of the few that didn’t need to worry about anything, one of those that, despite everything, had nothing to fear and to not be considered as gruesome as his peers felt sort of like it was a bad joke, in a way, it hurt him, too. But did he was to be a ruthless monster? No, he’d left that life behind because he’d never felt quite sentient around them, m…

Ros was used to their conversations ending on this note - one found a flaw in the other and couldn't stomach what was being said, and yet, he wasn't a youngster anymore, he was well over a hundred years old at this point, even if barely, but he wasn't as childish and as stupid as he had been before anymore. Yet, what Nathan said, was it not true? Ros bit his lower lip - he was getting confused on whether or not he should say something or shut the fuck up already. Right. "Why are you like this?" …

Being stared down by Nathan never felt nice - it often seemed like he was pulling out some sort of trick, like he never meant it seriously, but Ros knew this man, and he'd lived together with him for too long; they had been the same person for many years, deeply in love, to the point where they failed to pinpoint their own shortcomings just ever so slightly, couldn't tell where one of them ended and the other began, and yet, right now, it was as if the magical bandaid of love had been torn of an…

"That's not ... okay, I'll let you believe that.", he told Nathan, even when he wasn't sure of anything himself. What was true was that something had, most likely, happened but Ros wouldn't be pulled apart by something like that for reasons like that. No, there was something other at work, and that was, without a doubt, something he couldn't and wouldn't be able to change. He'd simply be tired, he'd excuse himself. Right. Like always. Roscoe simply rolled his eyes at the next remark. "I'm not go…

"I don't think anything can.", Ros said, matter of factly quite a ways too confident, knowing that he was - maybe - being too soft on someone that hardly ever deserved his kindness anymore. Why care to fight with him now? Was he even willing to? There was something so wrong about all of this in the first place that really, it did not matter. Roscoe sneered at the mans comment, rubbing the bridge of his nose in the process as he hid his discomfort by stretching thereafter, as if he'd simply not s…

“Thankfully it doesn’t affect me much, but if you think about, let’s see, pixies? I think they’d implode on the spot. Who knows what it does to a regular shapeshifter.” Ros didn’t want to find out what his - in theory more dynamic, more human counterparts - could actually bring to the table in that regard. To him, this artifact was about as useful as a broken bone to a slobbering, hungering mutt on a short leash; it would perhaps satisfy some parts of their hunger, yet hurt them in the process a…

What was it that bothered him, still? Nathan did smell like him, still, yet, it had been long enough for him to have a scent of his own again, for Ros to be alert and his senses to tell him when or where he moved, but that, too, was dulled in its own way, wasn't it? There was something, be it through the endless wanton for this mans soft touch or the hatred for the person he'd become, that Ros forced himself through the feelings he couldn't quite pinpoint. Against all expectation, he felt like h…

This was a mistake. To fall for the tricks of the mundane, was, too. Ros was failing himself, but not just that, he was also failing others. In theory, maybe he was absolutely and undoubtedly smitten by the idea of this working out, but the grim reality of it was that, after everything he’d done, he now stood in his doorframe, a bag whisked out of his hand and the promise of nothing else left. Right. He closed the door, locked it and foisted the key away, onto a hook. Afterward, he was quite a w…

With his things packed back up, Ros had made his way out of the building again - his coworkers, some of them at least, had given him quite the stare-down, hoping he'd disappear back into thin air and not annoy them for the rest of their shifts and today, they actually got what they wanted, if only because Ros didn't want or need to be here in the first place. Where were they even getting all of that energy from? Who even knew. Not that he cared. As he put his coat back on, the map neatly folded …

That morning he'd made the unanimous decision that it was time he got out there - he found the spare apartment someplace, factually not too far from the cupboard he'd imagined it to be in, and had snuck out rather quietly, while Nathan still seemed to be quite a ways asleep. Ros needed a moment, he needed some silence and some distance to order the thoughts in his head away from the feelings he still thought himself to be experiencing after all this time - there was nothing, they weren't connect…

Ros didn't say anything about that thereafter - it didn't help that the two of them usually fought, so getting into the thick of it now wasn't something he deeply desired, or even wanted to happen in the first place. It was simply better they both shut themselves up for now, and then, when they actually had somethink to share with one another, they could back to what they wanted to actually confer to one another - if there was anything. Did he know? Was he aware? Who knew. Ros was his own bundle…

With the topic dropped, their conversation felt much better, much safer for Ros to continue - even though there was nothing to really feel save about here, he was the predator and Nathan the prey, and he felt as if something was off if they kept digging into his flaws? Maybe, Ros just enjoyed being hypocritical for the sake of it, which many a time meant that he was right on the money, he just simply did not like admitting to his own problems and thought that, if he was lucky, he'd be able to wi…

Was Nathan right? Ros didn't want him to be right, but he was, for the first time in maybe a while of recent memory, this man was more right than Ros wanted him to be and maybe, just maybe, that hurt ever so slightly, knowing that he'd always deny him that before, tried to fit in, and now, he just ... was right about it all. Would Ros ever admit to it? He didn't know. Fuck, he hardly knew if he wanted to hear this, but today wasn't the day to get shmarmy or up in arms about certain things, espec…

Ros raised an eyebrow then shook his head. Nathan misunderstood. "I don't like meat when it's mushy. But to keep it eatable, it has to be frozen, which makes it mushy. It's pretty disgusting. But I'm also not thrilled to hunt, at least when I'm ... like this. Sometimes some less fun parts of me get the better of me, especially when I'm hungry, and then it's not about needing to eat, but like if a well-fed housecat found a mouse that runs but never hides.", he explained his problems away as Natha…

"Look at it like that.", Ros looked at him like he wasn't sure what to say at first. "If you only eat carrots, and only carrots, but you know just about anything else might make you reel, or if you're past that, it might just be like a clump of stone in your stomach, you know that you can eat carrots and nothing else. The problem is, there's one part of you that wants to know what other stuff tastes like, and there's the other part that really wants the carrots. Now imagine you don't always feel…

"It's really not that, don't worry.", he chided his former lover with promises of being alright, with this being fine and there being nothing he could or feasibly should worry about in the end. Roscoe was, always, someone that didn't want to be seen as anything less than he was, yet, at the same time, took on project after project and ate through himself like a crumbling limestone wall until there was nothing left of his rigid self, and he broke down into his pieces, trying to reassemble himself…

Ros was never true to himself or anyone else - of course the bowl was full of soup because he deluded himself into thinking that he wanted that, some cardboard concoction he could barely taste in the first place, and not what his body needed. Nathan was right, though, and yet he still rolled his eyes - this had merely been a gesture of good will. "I will, when you're sleeping. Don't worry. I need to get around to it first, and I think I'll need a bit." The thought alone made him wince, though. R…

With that out of the way he felt courteous to at least inform Nathan. "My coworker is fine, since you were wondering. I don't think it affected her that much, maybe it's even a favor to her, in a way." Getting her in danger not so much, but ridding her of her last attachments to her former boss for sure. With all that out of the way, however, there was just about a few things he could be left wondering many a thing about. "You're right. But you can't conjure any of that right now. Just rest up a…

Ros put on an apron and got to it - at least he had that stuff home, and even if not, he probably had it in the freezer. Was it fresh enough? Who even knew. His principles about food were buying it fresh and if it would go bad before he ate it, he usually chopped it up or made something out of it, then froze it for when the need arose. Contrary to popular belief, though, he never housed many guests and his haphazard state of picking apart his entire kitchen - no, his fridge and freezer - came to…

How long had he known the other for? It was too long. By now, they both knew what worked and what didn't, how to make everything count in the way it did and how to make sure there was no subservient emotional attachment to a one-off thing that would hold them both back because they couldn't navigate past it. Such a thing never existed, or hardly ever, whatever the case or cause. "They did him in for, well, everything they could make stick. Aside from that, probably something related to me, or ju…