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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 …

Lilya made her own set of demands quite clear immediately, and Ros could only agree to them - thankfully, they were childish at best and damning at worst, which only went to show that she had no idea how this type of stuff was supposed to work. Good for him, bad for her, yet a deal was a deal and a meal that cut into Roscoe’s paycheck was fine anyway - she’d have a fancy dinner with his card and he’d have her off his back, besides, she’d also divulge some information to him, which sounded like a…

This was getting more bizarre than anticipated and Ros didn’t know how he felt about it - sure, there was always the odd factor that Nathan changed his mind, or got busy, or involved with some shady stuff judging his line of work. Whatever, then. Not his business and he couldn’t care less about making it his, either. “I’m not walking the distance to your shop everyday and I’m also not in the mood to be teleported there, or I will throw up on your floor.”, he informed Nate; it wasn’t that he mind…

Nathan hadn’t picked up immediately, either. Ros was starting to believe that this guy was either doing this on purpose, to try and get him off his back after all, or something had happened. Sadly, unlike the likes of Nate, he couldn’t just teleport places and he was thankful for that - he’d hurl if he had to do it a second time today. For now, he tossed his coat and shoes off, then put the books, tomes and scripts on the coffee table in front of his sofa and plundered his own fridge for a quick…

Ros didn't like to wax about things he didn't care about - he knew who Nathan meant, but acting like he didn't was probably the smarter of the two choices he could make, hell, messing it up was probably the better idea, even. Sometimes, he liked to level on an even field, to let the other know he wasn't just a bureaucratic nimwit that only cared about where and when he'd ascend the stairs to the next level of his career. There were many things he couldn't care less about in life, and making some…

"And where did I say that- okay, you know what, I don't want to argue about this anymore. We'll figure out what to do with this thing when and if we get it back, and we both know the sooner, the better. Then we don't have to be on each others case anymore either." Which also meant he could go back to his Nathan-less routine, which would suit him quite well. He'd spent the last few years without this man, why would he want him back at his beck and call now? He'd rather eat silver bullet, casing a…

"Maybe because it's safer just about anywhere but a sole persons hands. That thing would be better off destroyed, if I'm honest - and that isn't anything against your profession. An artifact like that, in the wrong hands no less, only causes harm to everyone around it. We both know that to be true.", he reprimanded Nathan once more, and even if the good old mage would probably be against admitting to that, he knew it was the right choice regardless. "No need to get so heated either.", Ros retali…

"And was that ever meant as an insult? I'm simply saying you're sitting on heaps of dangerous stuff, because it's important to you, but you're waiting for a disaster to happen with that. Like birds do." Because they didn't know any better. Ros was never a fan of individuals housing anything, let alone magical artifacts with the prowess to change the world in its entirety - and just now, right here, his own dislike for these things was proven right for a reason. "But to create on that holds up fo…

“And who said you’re useless? This is exactly why we kept quarreling all the time before you left. I say one thing and you take it the wrong way,” Ros lamented, his arms raised in a somewhat defensive gesture. Had he been too harsh on this sad lump of dirt? Perhaps, but he didn’t need to see to it that he felt comforted and coddled, he never needed that anyway. Right now, he failed to see how they ever worked out anyway, given that there differing opinions on things were in stark contrast to one…

Roscoe would smile, usually, but he knew that someone like Nathan knew his stupid ideas, his every move, his general demeanor and frankly, Ros didn't feel like giving him the confirmation that, why yes, they were quite literally thinking of the same thing. Sure, there was one way to squander a relationship, but this was an entirely different one- he had always been like this, he was always going to behave like this, even if it meant that he had to jump through hoops and hurdles to be especially …

And there he went - on and on about the same shit that he'd always loathed to hear. Why don't you take me and my prowess seriously, why don't you take me and my job at face value, why is everything I do beneath your standards? Roscoe knew why, but he'd never spell it out, or give Nate the option to even guess why. So, he let him talk and vent his frustrations anyway - it wouldn't get better if he bottled all of that up in the first place, but spending time with him was a loathsome ordeal, he kne…

"How many of them do you even have by now? You can hoard and keep them save, but judging by what happened, who knows how safe they really are.", Ros nagged on. One break-in didn't mean that it would happen again, or that it was something to be concerned about for consistencies sake, but he knew that, in the end, there was only so much he could do about some of these things, be that because he couldn't control the life that Nathan lived, or because he didn't know enough about his field of experti…

It was always the same with him - this man would never stop lioving in his own head, being an oddball that thought he had no place in a world like this and yet, Ros could almost assure him that if he just tried a smidge harder, he could have a stable life in a society that didn't necessarily hate, but actually revere his kind. Nate wasn't the kind to fold to anyones will, though, as seen by his willingness to embrace humans as somewhat equals, unlike many of their friends and families, who'd see…

It was swift and painless, like changing his skin would be if it were that easy. His flesh need not contort to fit into clothes, but even just the realization that he wasn't alone in his home, eagerly awaiting something he couldn't put his finger on, too, made him nervous for all the wrong reasons. Ros liked being alone, he preferred to run on his own schedule, go by a modus operanti like he should, but all things considered, he never really figured out why that was - he just had liked it that w…

For the first time in maybe forever he heard Nathan open his mouth and say something sensical, something that he actually wanted to hear - a simple hello had never sounded so crisp, so lovely to his weary ears and Ros was almost overjoyed that, after such a long time, he might finally hammer it into this man that his general demeanor was rude at best and downright nasty at worst. "Good morning to you, too." But did it matter? Regardless of any fact, there was something he could not put his finge…