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"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…

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 …