#werewolfroman

[erisnotots]

Location: Roman's house

For: @werewolfroman

Eris pressed a hand over the gash the wolf had left on him. He'd torn open his chest. Eris wasn't unfamiliar with being hurt. It was a language he knew well. But this? This was beyond anything he'd experienced in years. He was bleeding a lot. He could feel his insides shifting with every shallow breath he took. His hand was pressed to the wound.

He knew that he should've gone to his house. He could pass out there and let his body heal itself. But he didn't want to do that. He wasn't sure if he'd wake up from this or not. Almost without thinking, Eris' feet carried him to Roman's home. Roman would at least look after him. He thought that this might be a good way to go out. With Roman. Not terrified of being found. Just bleeding.

Every step was more painful than the last. He knew that things were getting bad when the pain started to go away and be replaced with a distant, fuzzy sensation through his body. A few times, he had to stop because he thought he might pass out. His legs felt like they were made out of jelly. But finally, at long last, he made it to Roman's home.

Not bothering to knock, Eris reached out a blood-slicked hand and fumbled with the doorknob. It opened when he put his full weight into it. He took a step inside. His knees went out on him. He remembered passing out on Roman's carpet during the storm, when he hadn't slept for a few days. He didn't want Roman to touch him now. He just wanted him to talk to him as he bled out.

He watched absently as his blood splattered onto the carpet. Fished for something to say, but couldn't make his mouth work.

[theewolfprincess]

@werewolfroman

Indica & Sativa surely had enough land, & sea, to run & swim around in. But there was one brain cell that the two German Shepherds share; which always told them to run off & away from Zara's home & the lake. She never understood why or what it was that would possess them to do so. But they did it every once in a while, usually around a full moon which added to Zara's frustration.

And this time was no different. The pair had run off after Zara had to swim out into the lake to catch a ball thrown too far for the two to catch not to mention the two were too lazy to go catch it themselves. So their mother did, and when she turned around the two had run off into the distance in to two separate directions, but were surely heading to the same spot as always. Roman's.

Zara knew the fellow werewolf would have patience & would most likely be happy to see the marvelous pair. So she took it upon herself to change her now wet clothes as she uttered cuss words along with sentences of how she 'might give the dogs away to someone with a smaller home so they could appreciate the space they have now'. After switching into a plain black v-neck & denim shorts, she slipped into her shoes and dragged herself to her neighbor's.

A knock at the door alerts the dogs, who bark excitedly, knowing their mother has come to retrieve them after their adventure. A beat & ten barks later, Roman appeared at the door. "They're here...aren't they?"

[matthewbaudelaire]

Location: Roman's Trailer in the woods With: @werewolfroman

It had been a long time since Matthew drove up the forest road that would lead to the trailer where Roman lived. He’d been avoiding the man for quite some time but he was trying to make things at least civil between them, for his siblings sake. He knew Theo wanted a relationship with their father and felt guilty whenever he brought up their father. He knew Layne wanted their father around to be there for her kid once they were born and Matthew didn’t want to deny them the possibility of a positive relationship with the man that was their father. He had his own personal grievances and still a lot of unresolved trauma but that was his to deal with and so deal with it he was now trying to do. 

Matthew held the ceramic ashtray in his hands once he stepped out of his car, his new old dog, a bassett hound named Chuck sniffled the ground around his boots and the man suddenly felt very insecure about the simple gift he’d brought for Roman. It was a lame attempt at a peace offering. An indication that he wasn’t here to start a fight or cause an argument. He hated that every time they seemed to share the same space that it was filled with tension and awkward feelings. He knew his siblings were tired of it too. Maybe things could be different. Maybe it didn’t need to be perfect right away but baby steps, so he took one, a small step forward, paired with another and then another until he was at the door of the trailer and then knocked, back of his knuckles against the window pane of the trailer door, then rested his hands behind his back, for the moment hiding the ashtray that he held. Chuck still sniffling the ground outside behind him. 

"Hi," he greeted a bit awkwardly, "Uh...is this a good... time?"

[cass-evans]

for: @werewolfroman

"Thought you didn't drink?" And with that delightful introduction, Cass had announced his presence, slipping into a seat right next to Roman before the older man even had an opportunity to reject his company. The smile on his features would probably be interpreted by passersby as that of happiness, happy to meet up with a friend, but a harsh undertone to the look in his eyes made it clear his enjoyment came from nefarious places. He'd been on edge, ever since the mist had settled, and for days afterward he swore he could feel the tension rising in his body, heart thumping whenever he tried to get to sleep from the sheer pressure of not being able to do anything, not being able to help anyone, not feeling either like his wolf self or his past human self - a strange cross between that didn't quite feel like Cass and that left him wondering, late at night, who he even was anymore. Maybe wanting to let off steam by harassing people made him a bad person. But maybe being a bad person kept him feeling in control.

"You want me to buy you a Coke or something, grandpa? So you can take your beta blocker?" Cass' tone feigned concern, sweet innocence dripping from it, he could practically taste it in his mouth as he spoke. "Or is your blood sugar a bit high? I could get you diet...."

[sirensofiaarchive]

⌝ The mattress bounced gently as Sofia collapsed onto it, the duvet cover was littered with sharks because when Sofia had gone to pick up what had seemed like all the necessities for a kids room, while Roman had been putting together the bed they had ordered for Lucas, she realised she didn't know what the kid was into. It seemed maybe childish and presumptuous to get him fire trucks or football sheets, even if she knew Roman would have approved of Seahawks ones, and she didn't know if the kid liked Batman or Spiderman or any of the 'mans.' Sharks felt neutral, cause sharks were just fucking cool, period.

⌝ It had been a few hours setting the space up and fuck it was cramped. The bed even pushed against the wall only left just enough room for the closet doors to open and the desk they have build for him had just enough space for a chair in front. When they'd been buying everything it seemed like it would fit. Closet, bed, desk, that wasn't a lot, but now that it was all in there...

⌝ "I know this trailer technically has three bedrooms but it's getting cramped," Sofia pointed out as she laid back on his son's bed, sweatpants pulled up around her waist while she wore a cropped purple top, knot tied in the center against her ribcage. She was sweating, droplets on her brow and at her core, which inevitably would mean she needed some kind of water soon, she'd been drinking bottles of it while they worked but it wasn't quite enough. "Thirteen it's probably not a big deal big sixteen year olds get huge, especially boys, his feet are going to end up kicking the desk," Sofia stated, looking up at Roman from where she rested.

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[marsdenlee]

Location: Bolt's Auto Repair Shop With: @werewolfroman

Mars had a tendency to drop by the auto shop on a random basis whenever he was out and in the area hoping to catch Ryden for a few precious moments of time. Both were incredibly busy with full schedules so any chance they could steal for a quick chat or quality time with the other was taken advantage of with a vice like grip, but of course, as with all busy schedules and unexpected changes, there were plenty of misses, like today. The siren male dropped by the front reception with his now almost ten month old baby -- who had by this time fully recognized her lungs and vocal chords and was making incoherent noises on a damn near constant basis -- only to be told that Ryden was not there. No matter, Mars just told the staff member to leave the packed lunch he'd purchased for him in the mini fridge in the back and he could get it whenever he got back or save it for another day.

He was pushing open the door with the stroller, wheels momentarily getting stuck as he rolled them over the threshold, and was about to pass through the open garage doors when he recognized someone else. Someone unexpected but no less deserving of a wide grin as he hollered out, "Daddy-o!" Mars walked toward him, pushing the stroller along with him, and leaned his elbows against the handlebar, "Long time no see, Papa Bear. Hey, you know, the other day, had a chance to test out your replacement and gotta say I was thoroughly disappointed. Supernaturals just ain't the same without you. How you doing? I keep hearing some fun fun rumors about you. You gotta clear 'em up for me."

[yashicanandarchive]

End of the Line || Roman&Yash

       Yashica wasn’t meant to be in that day, she had plans to get her hair done for her date with Elias in a few days - you always needed to do cuts well in advance so if they were bad they could be fixed and so they had a few days to grow it. Unfortunately Yash got a call from one of the bartenders that there had been an issue with the latest liquor delivery and they needed access to some files that Yash had on her laptop and, stupidly, taken home with her. So before she could go and do the various beauty treatments she knew she had to stop by the club.

          Coming in through the back Yashica didn’t initially head down the corridor from the main entrance that had all of the private dance rooms, instead she went through the side door to the main room and straight to her office where the bartender and the delivery guy had been waiting, the delivery driver immediately calling her ‘lady’ and insinuating she was making him late for his other stops, a heavy sigh coming from Yashica as she opened up her laptop and started to pull up the information, giving it to the delivery driver who realised once he saw her paperwork he’d pulled the wrong order off the truck, heading back to fix it.

           “Thanks, Yash,” the bartender offered her as he headed out to make sure the correct delivery got put away properly. Yash took the moment to sit, exhaling slowly because sometimes this shit was just so much more than she realised she’d signed up for when she’d bought the place for a steal. This sigh however and disinterested gaze, left her eyes lingering on the screen that flickered through the security cameras. The first one showing some of the dancers on stage and customers getting lap dances out in the main room, another showing the entrance, flicking through, Yash seeing nothing odd until...

         The screen landed on one of the private dance rooms depicting one of the newer dancers being grabbed by the customer by her wrist and yanked onto the couch. Yash waited a moment, expecting one of the bouncers to go in, but by the time the screen flicked to another room nothing had happened and Yashica rushed out of her office, barely registering that she was moving as she shoved past customers and sought out the door that read ‘3′ on it’s front as that had been the camera shown, passing by the desk that a bouncer sat at monitoring the rooms, not even registering which employee was there.

           None of the rooms, obviously, could lock lock as that was unsafe and Yashica immediately pushed the door open. “Get out!” she let out strongly and firmly, the shock of what was happening enough for the man to let the dancer go, as it typically was, most knew once they were caught that it was better to stop and go than to actually fight. The fact was though, if he had decided he wanted to be more aggressive Yashica was not the person who should have gone in there, it was the reason she hired people who could handle that kind of thing. 

           The girl rushing towards Yash with her bruised wrist, Yashica felt the presence of some of the bouncers behind her. “Where were you?” Yash shouted at them, one of the female bouncers taking the dancer out of the room. “Roman was watching the cameras, we just saw you running,” the guy told her as he stepped in to take over the situation. 

            A shake of Yashica’s head as she stepped out of the room, heading towards the desk, it was Roman, she had passed Roman who apparently hadn’t been doing his fucking job. Whether he was conscious now because of the ruckus or if he was still asleep Yashica couldn’t contain her frustrations. “What is wrong with you?” she let out loudly, not quite a scream but a firm assertive demand for information. “Why didn’t you do something Roman?” Not sure if he even knew what she was talking about her blind irritation carried all her words.

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[fionnchristie]

text -> roman

@werewolfroman

text: soooo i kind of drove into a tree… delilah may be a lost cause but can u check her?!

[thebellamybarnesarchive]

Keys [Flashback] || Roman&Bella

         Bella ran the print of her thumb over her lower lip. Despite the soft matte pink hue of the lipstick she wore it was clear a deep red blood had just been masked with the swipe of her lipsticks applicator. The signs were there - the scent of blood on her breathe, the drop staining her clinging corset, but mostly Kemper walking up to the bar obviously weak and happy. Bella could still taste him on her tongue, wishing his shift was over.

         “Oh, shit,” Bella let out as she stood in the entrance hallway, wall paper peeling and old lights occasionally flickering. “I forgot to give Kemp my car keys, could you give them to him?” Bella requested of Roman. The keys she held were to her G-Wagon, BMW logo on them.

          Bella did notice when people disliked her, especially wolves' as it was rare. So Roman's dislike had always been clear. It probably didn't help how desperate she was for him to like her, making her obvious efforts probably feel forced and unnatural. Ultimately however, while Bella could tell when people disliked her she could rarely tell why. It didn’t make sense that her coming to visit Kemper at work, biting him on his breaks, or her general privilege probably set him off - unaware that Roman’s sexual paramour also found her to be quite grating.

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[micah-weber]

Roman dies. Sofia comes crying to you. How long do you wait before you make a move?

"I probably wouldn't. It would be up to her when she's ready to move on from him and with who. She knows how I feel about her, she also knows that I know how to put her happiness over my own selfish wants. I'm not entitled in my feelings of her to assume that just because Roman isn't part of her life anymore that she would immediately want to be with me."

@werewolfroman @sirensofia

[oliviabaxter]

Location: Roman's House

Status: Closed for Roman Baudelaire

Tagging: @werewolfroman

Olivia and Roman had a friendship that was definitely not expected but definitely very much appreciated, it started in a library and ended up with a cow on his property but now Olivia had another gift for her friend and hopefully it could give him some love and spark that she felt like he needed, little cardboard box in hand the little tweaks softly as the femme approached the older male;

"Hey you, thanks for inviting me over, I know that I come here from time to time and it's not my first time but it's always nice receiving an official invitation" with consent from Roman, Olivia stopped by to visit Posie her beloved baby cow that was pretty much a daughter to her; "I brought you a little gift, I hope you don't mind" handing him the little box that he would soon find out homed two little fluffy yellow ducks

[erisnotots]

For: Roman @werewolfroman

Location: Roman's house

Eris knocked on Roman's door, holding a few bags of groceries. He didn't know what Roman thought about what he'd said during the storm, but he did know that he wanted to try to smooth over any unpleasantness he'd caused. And, as much as he hated it, he thought that the answer to that was to cook Roman a meal. He found cooking for himself to be tedious and boring and it was far easier to either get food from the bar or toss a frozen meal in the microwave to be ideal. But he wanted to do something to repay some of his debt to Roman, and the man had a habit of not eating.

So he'd gone to the grocery store and got the ingredients to make Greek food. Lemon soup and gyros. And he'd brought enough to hopefully last Roman and his family a few days.

"Roman, open the door before the food gets warm."

[miidnightcowboy]

@werewolfroman

location; the outskirts

you couldn't live outdoors like abraham did and be afraid of creepy crawlies - everything from ants, to cicadas, to roaches had made their home within his boots, his bedroll, his hat. it had gotten to the point that their presence no longer bothered him, and any other time it would've continued that way. but - but - andalusia makes a noise. a panicked whinny, her hooves stomping on the ground in a way that indicates something isn't right. ducking out from under the tent, abe peers around when he sees it. at least the size of an alsatian, low light from his lamp catching its beady black eyes staring back at the vampire, stopping its advance onto his horse. it's half off the tree, abdomen size of the stout trunk and it becomes a simple battle of who's faster; a vampire, or a dog-sized spider. abraham, gun at his waist, works fast to stop his steed from becoming a meal, firing off a few shots to scare off before hiking himself up onto andalusia and riding through the woods to the neighbour, hyper aware of scuttling all around him, making his way to roman's and yelling the moment he came across the property; "ROMAN! GET THE FUCK OUT HERE NOW!"

[matthewbaudelaire]

How do you feel that your father is replacing you with a new better version of a son?

"That's his business."

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[cass-evans]

text -> roman

@werewolfroman

cass: good morning man of ancient times

cass: tis i, the youth of tomorrow

cass: begging you to cover my shift today

[sirensofiaarchive]

Date Night || Roman&Sofia

       Since their talk after his night terror there hadn’t been much more on the discussion about where Roman saw them going and he had yet to call her by her name, certainly the pair had not repeated their statements of ‘I love you’ to one another again. That didn’t mean things hadn’t felt different though, Roman seemed more willing to offer up information even if it was simply providing more clarity to his whereabouts than he had done before, giving her more moments of soft affections, he sought out ways to show her affection.

         Still it had been a shock when he asked if she wanted to go dancing when they woke mid afternoon, they had the evening off and had slept closely all day. Whatever had triggered the question Sofia had nodded, said she just needed to stop by home to hang out with her sister a little, get some clothes mostly though and he could pick her up in his truck. He’d kissed her, said it would be a good night and she’d kissed him back, able to feel how much Roman was trying to make things fit with them.

            His effort didn’t even stop when Sofia was at home getting ready. As she was strapping on a pair of platformed heels the man sent through a picture of himself in a cowboy hat, poorly taken of course, that said ‘on my way puta loca.’ It was in this moment that Sofia’s idea of dancing and Roman’s idea of dancing held vastly different concepts. The young siren could have been annoyed that she had been spending the past few hours getting ready to eat from a food truck and go salsa dancing under faerie lights with him but it couldn’t quite enter her emotions when the man had planned a whole evening for them, was putting in so much care. So instead of lingering on a missed evening Sofia unstrapped her heels and went into the back of her closet looking for some shoes that were a little more appropriate for their evening together.

            White cowboy boots made her skin look like warm caramel as she waiting in the light of the setting sun, thin strap to her dress being pulled to give her the illusion of cleavage while she accessories with pastel purple. The moment he pulled up she rushed forward, grabbing the handle she’d opened dozens of times over the past year or more, and climbed up into the truck. It was an effort that was much harder to do than she’d expected, she didn’t have the benefit of the height she usually got from her dancers heels, but quickly got herself up onto the seat. The whole movement was awkward as her knee hit the seat and her arm pulled her up into the vehicle but, with dark hair falling around her face and over her shoulders, Sofia brushing it away from her cheek, she felt quite at home. 

            “You know I’m stealing that hat,” she informed him once inside, brown eyes on him, he still looked thin, weak, exhausted, but he had done more than put on a simple cowboy hat. “I need something to wave around when I demolish everyone else on the mechanical bull.” Leaning over, seatbelt still not on, false nails touched his jeans and she kissed the edge of his mouth before falling back into the passenger side seat. “Thank you for taking me out.”

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