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The comment caught him off-guard, yet at the same time he could fathom what it meant. You don’t look like you’re in your early stages of humanity anymore - you look much more well-adjusted, not like the guy I fell for in the first place; but Nathan wasn’t like that, he never made snide remarks if they weren’t hands deep in one anothers hair and he knew quite well that Ros would shut him up before he could even say anything out of line. “Better than yesterday? Yeah, the meat helped. I’m still in …

Ros had wholeheartedly expected Nathan to stay passed out for the time being, not move an inch or even rouse from his sleep, and yet, he was proven wrong immediately when his freezing hand was enough to pull back the curtains that blinded Nathans eyes it seemed. There was nothing at first, just the usual, but before long, he did indeed make noises and seemed to be back in reality before long. Was this to be expected or was Roscoe simply too clingy with Nathan right now? Whatever the case, he gav…

Ros' sleep was anything but peaceful - it was more akin to a fit that he hadn't had in a long time, so bad that he clawed himself into one of his pillows and tore it apart at some point during the night, which he only came to realize come morning. He still felt sluggish, none the wiser about what had happened the day before, or even the night after that, but the moment he woke up in a sea of his own hair, he sat up faster than he should've. Annoyed, he rubbed his head, checked his chest - he was…

Right. They'd never officially broken up, but telling Nathan now that he didn't consider this too be over if he were deep down ugly and honest would only send him further away than ever. Ros didn't even particularly feel anything for him anymore, he simply was happy to have him around and to entertain himself with his relentless barrage of reactions that he could muster. "Was that too close? Sorry.", Ros instead responded in a sweet voice, hardly satisfied with what he'd fed himself, yet, he was…

With Nathan found, Ros watched him for a bit, intrinsically so - whenever he was hungry, and somehow found himself in a sort of post-gorge bliss, he was quite attentive and not at all the horrible creature that Nate sometimes made him out to be. No, in fact, he was docile like a kitten right now, eyeing one of its parents' tails swishing behind their back, wondering if he should risk to pounce on them and obviously lose. Sadly, though, Nathan wouldn't be able to really keep up with him and Ros d…

Ros was spent and he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day in this bed and not move anywhere anymore - there was no place for him to go after all if he kept this up, and besides, escaping his own consciousness was always the best way to deal with things he didn't want to deal with. He was so close to drifting off when his ears picked up on someone - Nathan - wandering around the apartment, seemingly looking for him and following the trail he'd left behind. How long until he found…

This was freeing - it felt like he'd taken off a corset he'd improperly worn for ages, something that had tied off all the air he'd ever had in those very lungs of his and now, that he could actually breathe, he realized that his hunger was something that needed to be stilled and that Nathan wasn't something he wanted to eat, no, not even when he looked at him with eyes that showed the smallest glint of satisfaction for once in their life. Come tomorrow, he'd be able to patch himself back togeth…

With that aching spot of exposed meat in his chest, Ros felt almost like he could devour an entire mountain of food and it wouldn't be enough. Every breath made him his, and every single time he chewed too hard on that frozen puck, it actually felt worse with every movement he made, all the time. Was that thing just tearing more and more? Ros wanted ... no, he needed more food, soon. Turning the water in the sink of, he stuck his fingers into the hot water and hissed at those cold, frozen excuse…

Food. Right. Ros chirped in retaliation to the question of if he was in the possession of food at home, which he definitely was. Not that he didn't anticipate this to happen sometime soon, but he simply knew that these things were going to happen eventually, when his need for meat and the pangs in his hungering heart became too much. Right now, he would be happy to simply eat anything, he figured, but non of that was full of nourishment for him - he could only deny and delude himself for so long…

He hurried after Nate as beat he could - for now, his body was at least cooperating, but anything after that would probably become a hurdle. How long until his mind failed him? Ros grit his teeth and wondered if he’d even make it to the shower. “Can’t. I would’ve … hah … if I could’ve …”, he replied and shook his head. His magic was already feeble to begin with, but his encounter with Abaddon had sucked it all up and now, he was too tired to even exert the smallest amount of strength to pull it …

“There … was one here. And Abaddon had … hah … one too.”, Ros explained away, leaning onto the wall next to the door to catch his breath for a bit before they left. Right now, right here, it was important to push through, when he was bleary-eyed and beads of sweat dotted his forehead like an ill-begotten rosary, draped over his less than holy cranium. It pounded - the hunger wanted to be let in, or maybe even out. The last time he’d gotten hurt was as a wee creature, with rosy cheeks and childis…

Ragged breathing, peppered with labored wheezing were working in tandem with one another as the threat of passing out was drawing closer. What came first - falling victim to his instincts or to his injury? Ros didn’t know, he just knew that his body ached, burned as if he were being boiled alive and his hands felt cold. Freezing. The inside of his eyeballs itched, terribly. They were the wrong way around. They hurt. He wanted to claw them out. No. “Hm?”, Ros asked, as his name was being question…

Disgusting - which one of them? Ros’ hunger grew, it was much more than he could anticipate at this point, but he knew it was the bloods fault. It dripped from his chest, rivulets stained his clothes and it hurt, it thrummed deep and hot, pulsing so much he thought his heart was the right way around. Hunger crept up in his stomach and his awfully pale face grew even paler - the promise of fresh meat, even when he was feeling awfully sluggish, was killing him, especially when he knew that nothing…

While Ros waited, he wondered if Lilya was ever scared of this goddamn place - it seemed so large an imposing, yet, at the same time, it felt empty in all its vastness. Ros hated it, it was an eyesore and this dress was, if anything, annoying to even have to wear. Why was this stuff so short, and why had Lilya not just given him a pair of pants? Yuck. With all this time on his hands, he just mulled over how he'd best approach this entire scenario - Lilya had rolled it out for him just fine, and …

Roscoe texted Lilya - her work phone, anyway - and told her where he was going now, and that if he wasn't back in time, she might as well show up to give him a hand. The combination of odd, maybe even stupid coincidences that culminated over one another was almost forcibly so brought about by both of their shortsightedness of certain events - while Nathan could never wait, Ros could never really stop. They could have and should have done that together and not by their lonesome, but it seemed as …

Was this all too much? Roscoe knew that he had a hard time controlling his anger, he always had once he had grown sufficiently hungry, yet even overall, he was as vindictive as could be. Why care for others, for roadblocks in an already unsteady path that he had carved out himself and why make it all his problem in the first place? As Nathan disappeared, he'd done so not the first time - he'd rather run from the truth, from the realization that the chill was going to eat through his skin and mus…

"That too, but what does that matter? You'd be rid of her, she'd be in custody and pay for her misdeeds and she'd also be save, you know. It's not like she'll never get out of that cell, and they're quite cushy." It wouldn't reform her, but Ros wouldn't want to get into the details of that. Why care? It wasn't his life, he hadn't picked that path of thievery, of making the wrong choices in the wrong place - not anymore, anyway. Why care about that which once was, when the frost in his bones was …

"You could have just told me, I could've made sure she'd get put into custody and well, kept around, if that's really what you wanted anyway. Like this, it might be safe to assume that's the last time you'll ever see her, dead or alive.", Ros explained the reality away, but Nathan knew as much for sure. They lived in an unforgiving world, one that was like a beast of its own and swallowed those it deemed unfit to live within it whole. That was, at least, until someone brought in some fresh meat,…

"Of course it was.", he replied with a sigh. Too many pieces fell into place too easily, but who was he to say that all of this wouldn't pull its own weight? The sooner they were done, the better it was - actually, even better if they were done right about now, or in a hot minute, and they could wrap this up so he would be left to his own devices again. However, that would still warrant a report and it meant they had to seize the artifact - Ros was in favor of fixing the damage it had wrought, y…

With no immediate response, he went back to work - actual work this time - and let Lilya write her little confession back in her cubicle. What did he care if it was done now or in three hours? As long as she delivered, he would give her enough coin to feed herself for a week, if that’s what she was out for, and yet, knowing that glutton, she was going to waste it all in one night - distasteful, but no wonder when she was constantly overexerting her powers. The reports were all the same; someone …