#romansmoore

nate had been watching the door anxiously all night, waiting to see if roman would show. it wouldn’t be the end of the world if he didn’t, but he was really hoping he would. it seemed like nate had turned his back for only a moment, but when he turned back around he saw roman wandering into the condo, looking a little bit lost. nate politely excused himself from the conversation he was in to greet him, “hey! you made it!” he said with a grin, giving nate a big pat on the back. “what can i get ya to drink? i can make anything your heart desires, perks of being a bartender.”

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roman hadn’t texted nate like he had promised to, and nate had been sitting at home worrying about him for the past two days. when roman had left nate’s condo in such a hurry the morning after their night together he seemed nervous to an extreme level, and had explained that his parents were going to be extremely upset with him. nate had been expecting a text within the next few hours letting him know that everything was fine, but there was nothing but silence, and he hadn’t heard from him since he rushed out the door that morning. after asking around nate had been able to figure out that roman worked at the book burrow, and he knew where he’d be going next.

when he walked into the store and saw roman sitting at the counter nate had conflicting feelings of relief and anger. of course he was glad that roman was alive and seemed to have all his limbs in tact, but he was mad at him for leaving him to worry for two days. nate approached the desk with purpose and gave roman a stern look before he spoke, “what the hell, kid? i thought you had been sent out of the country or locked in a basement or dead or something. literally all i needed was one text.”

As Pascal fumbled through the cellophane that covered most of the Easter basket he was being given by Roman, he wondered to himself why he was receiving this gift exactly ( but he wasn’t going to deny it, after all ). “Hmm,” He hummed as he saw what appeared to be sweets in said basket. Finding all of the candy at the bottom, he nodded with a fairly big smile and looked back up at Roman. “—I love Red Vines, how’d you know?” Pace mused, slightly surprised. “I hope you know that all of these candies will be gone by the end of today, I swear it,” He conceded and then softened his features once again. “...Thanks, Roman.”

He had tried not to speak all day, due to the bloody curse placed on him by his least favorite warlock. Roy was furious, scowling as he walked into the forest. When his raven flew down to land on his shoulder, he started to mutter to the bird - as he sometimes did when he was in a mood. He knew with his own fairy abilities, the creature could understand him. “… prepare for the coup of the century. Be prepared for the murkiest scam. Meticulous planning. Tenacity spanning…” He would have his vengeance tenfold next time he saw Roman. (x)

Roy paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. It took longer when he was practically wasted off a number of shots. “… Mhm…” He nodded slowly and then banged his glass on the table in front of him shattering it. “How about you clear your schedule?”