Interpret the Damned | Closed

   She wasted no time, after her initial question, in digging in to her food. This restaurant was one of the only places considered ‘fancy’ — or fancier than many of the others — that she loved to go to whenever possible. To be able to eat what she wanted, knowing that she wouldn’t have to worry about the cost — and that Roman wouldn’t have to worry about the cost either, really — was not an opportunity she’d pass up: and she would enjoy EVERY minute of it.

   Her eyes only flickered to his face, and then back down to her plate, when he asked his own question back at her. She took in another forkful of food, chewing on it. A hint of a smile curled the edge of her lips — twinkling eyes lifted back up to his face.

               §— “This is good. Really good — and                         the wine is great. I’m glad we                         came here.”  

     He smiled softly at her and then pushed his plate forward. He had finished his meal and was slightly picking at the side dishes. His thirst was somewhat quenched for now. He was feeling in general a lot better from having the little sleep that he got. 

     He was still a bit aggravated about the dreaming but he knew that with his vague information Destiny couldn't do to much. Having Destiny at his house made him feel less alone. Peter was practically his only friend but it seemed the more that he talked with Destiny- that connection of friendship grew.

          "I'm glad we came to. I like it quite a bit here. I could drink wine like             water but it's not advised in most places"

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Peter groaned loudly, loving the biting from Roman. “Yes…” he encouraged him. He fucking loved biting. The harder someone bit him the better. If they broke the skin and made him bleed, left an imprint of their teeth in his flesh, he considered that a good thing. He wished Roman would do that to him. “I want you too, so fucking bad,” he replied.

He took the opportunity to rub against him some more and run his hand gently through Peter's hair. He moved to his lips and kissed him gently before going to the other side of his neck and biting. He let himself break the skin. He didn't want to hurt Peter but by then it was too late for conscious thought. He sucked a bit on his neck letting the blood trickle into his mouth. He reached down and grabbed Peter's hand squeezing it. This was the biggest turn on for him. He had always been fascinated by blood and the fact that Peter was allowing him to do this was strange but exciting.

     He looked to Peter he could tell that there were still some wounds that needed to be healed. Roman was lucky he had a lot to distract him from what had happened but he did it alone. Peter was surrounded by those who constantly asked if he was alright most likely and that probably re opened the wounds for him. Also the traveling he had nothing but time to think about the events. 

     He sighed in an annoyed manner. He wished that he could just drop everything and travel for once but since his mother passed he was in charge of the company and he was only allowed a week of vacation at a time. Which was more than he had growing up. He still constantly wondered what it would be like if he was allowed to just say ‘fuck it’ to the tower and just quit and runaway. 

     He glanced to Peter who was laughing a bit. He knew why he was laughing too. It brought a slight smile to Roman’s face and then looked at him “I mean I could but remember I don’t really get along with people all that much Peter? Also now it’s worse than it was in high school” New reasons were surrounded by his answer but Peter didn’t know that. “We could try it if you stay around though?”

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     He sighed softly and looked over to him. Peter wasn't there for anything recently and he had been struggling. He hated moving out of his original home. He didn't like to be secluded from the town but it was for the safety of both Nadia and everyone else. He was struggling with the new thirst and it was not going to well.

     He shook his head a bit "You wouldn't quite understand Peter- I can't just explain everything that happened with out sitting down for hours to talk about it. Yes- technically I am a shut in now but not to my own choice. I would prefer to be in town still. But many things have happened." He sighed deeply then looked at him

     There were many things Roman wished he could just tell Peter but of course it couldn't be that easy. Yeah so since you left: I killed my mother, became an upir, was ordered to kill a child who actually is Letha's, My uncle is my father, I am the father of Letha's child, Letha is my sister, I want to drink blood twenty four seven. Yeah it wasn't that simple of a conversation.

Interpret the Damned | Closed

   Destiny’s mind couldn’t skip over the fact that he had mentioned how grease quenched his thirst. It WAS strange to her, considering grease was one of the most unhealthy — well, greasiest things in the entire world, and she couldn’t effectively see how it could quench an upir’s taste for blood. Then again, she wasn’t one of them herself, and had stayed away from them for longer than working memory could serve. It was entirely possible she just didn’t know enough about them.

   Her eyes moved away from Roman’s face, back down to the plate of food before her: at that moment, she realized just how hungry she was. Instead of looking towards him — and the fact that he had begun to dig into his rare steak WHOLE — she focused on her plate, taking a bite to fill the quiet gap before speaking as she swallowed.

               §— “So you said grease fills you up?”

     He looked at her after a few minutes and realized that there had been a rather intense silence as Roman devoured his 'overcooked' meal. He bit his lip a bit and took a deep breath. He did feel a bit better but it wasn't like the stuff Dr. Pryce gave him. That filled him for days just his dreams had put him in a shitty attitude and being around people even if just to get the liquid wasn't the smartest decision.

           "It doesn't really fill me up as much as it tricks my head I guess.             It is an extremely weird thing because no matter what I eat I'm still             thirsty. Just whenever I eat a greasy hamburger or something I just              feel less on edge. It's really odd I've talked to Pryce about it but he             doesn't have any idea why. It's just a kink I have I guess"

     He spoke slowly and in-between wiping his face with a napkin and then taking another long drink of wine that polished off his glass. He didn't want to drink much more in fear Destiny would try to not let him drive home. He had a weird thing about letting people drive his car. Peter was an odd exception but he didn't know how he felt about letting her drive.. just yet.

          "How is your meal?"

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Peter felt like he might explode as he listened to Roman telling him how good he looked and how much he wanted him. He finished undressing Roman quickly and slid his hands all over Roman’s naked body. “You’re so fucking hot,” he told him.

He smirked again and bit his neck a bit rougher than he had in the past. He wanted to draw blood but he didn't at the same time. He groaned a bit and sucked wanted to leave a small mark. "You should look at yourself Peter-" He smiled softly and then moved his hair out of his face "I want you-" 

Urgh… Eyes drifting shut, Nadia drags a hand down her face, before peeking open a sapphire orb to give an exasperated roll. Out of both father and daughter there’s enough stubborn for them to ever bump heads. This has been claimed as Nadia’s spot, and now it’s being left little choice but to move from there.

     “Don’t you have a big White Tower in the sky filled with people to boss around? I’ve been very active today, I’ve done things. You won’t let me meet her, eventually there will be little to stop me from taking matters into my own hands.”

He smirked at her watching her "I won't let you meet her because she's an evil woman who did plenty of terrible things to me growing up and I don't want her to fuck you up as well." he scratched at his nose a bit and looked at her "And that big White Tower in the sky can only get part of my crave satisfied- I've got to come home and boss you around a bit before my fill is complete-" 

He was joking of course but he liked to poke fun at her. It was fun to be taking care of a teenager sometimes especially when he knew exactly what she was doing since he had lived through it. He sat on the corner of her bed and looked at her "You know you are basically me except a woman. Just as bitchy, just as stubborn, you have the looks that could make traffic stop-" He wasn't the best at complimenting but he meant it all well.

"You're my daughter I love you- you know this. Now please get out of bed so we can figure out what to do with your life before I have to send you to the tower to treat you for depression.." he smirked "We can go out and get food or whatever" he said leaving her room.

     “This is child abuse, I’m going to make a complaint.Teenagers need their rest, y’know?”

               I mean really…you’d have an easier time getting Nadia to admit she’s wrong about something then leaving her bed before a chosen time. This is but a throne in a palace, that Nadia lives. A very comfortably large one.

He laughed and looked at her with a half smile on his face. She was quite the kid. He loved every bit of her but she didn't know half of what she should have. Mostly because Roman didn't have it in him to tell her everything. Not yet at least.

     "You wouldn't know child abuse- You never met your grandmother- She was a force to recon with. Now come on let's get you up and moving. It's like four. You can go to bed at nine if you wanted just get up for a bit."

       “——it’s too early to get up.”                     nevermind that it’s actually late                     and she’s not moved from this same spot                     for three hours. appropriate nesting period                     has yet to of passed.

     "I love my sleep as much as the next person but you seriously need to get up now-"

     He glanced to a clock and looked at the time. It wasn't too incredibly late it was just coming to the point if she didn't get up she probably wouldn't.

He intimidated her and she had no idea why. His intense gaze, the way he willed those men with his words, it was enough to set anyone in their place. Nadia had never had trouble with people, she always felt powerful enough not to fear them, which is how the girl had found herself so very confused by this new feeling bubbling within her chest. Looking up slowly she met the burning eyes, the radiation of his power moved all over the room. Biting into her lower lip, she tried to find a response for his question. Normally she did have a particularly troubled time find her words, but under this kind of feeling it suddenly became even harder.

"I-" Nadia stopped herself as the bright eyes she owned closed to envision the dreams she had at night, the name that haunted her, the name that had lead her here. "I am looking for Roman." Her statement finished and her eyes fluttered open, she looked up to meet the man’s gaze. Her dirty fingers were playing together underneath the large hoodie she wore, as she tried to fit her words in proper completion for she had one more thing she wanted to say.  

"I believe he is looking for me too."

He widened his eyes a bit as she said his name. Why would this young girl be looking for him. He had never seen her before he was almost positive but there was this vibe to the young girl standing in front of him that screamed something to him but he couldn't figure it out. He took a deep breath and looked around his office and sat down in a large chair. 

"Take a seat- You've found who you're looking for- I'm not sure if I can comply to the second part of your statement though. I don't think that I am looking for you- Unless you have something to share with me…" He trailed off "I don't know your name miss-" he said trying to be polite.

The atmosphere in the room was strange to him. He wasn't sure if this was a normal awkward tension or something else. He looked at the young woman in the eyes and then shook his head. It couldn't be her blue eyes piercing through his own eyes. There was no doubt it was her.

"Holy fuck- Nadia…" he said softly half wondering if he hadn't said it at all.

Interpret the Damned | Closed

   It was a wonder how the chef didn’t question his food preferences. Or maybe it wasn’t — Roman came from a rich & influential family; she had to keep reminding herself that this was who she was sitting with now. One who owned the richest institute in town — the only institute in town — who lived in the best house, who practically owned the entirety of Hemlock Grove.

   It should’ve intimidated her. It did, somewhat. But the more she stuck around the upir, the more she realized how she shouldn’t. Peter had found a friend in him: and she SAW that.

               §— “This sounds like the perfect place                         for you to eat. Actually, I figure                         every place is good for you, right?                         You can get whatever you want.”

     He laughed a little bit at her statement. He had yes been everywhere in town and everyone knew him but his eating styles clearly had changed and many people didn't see him around their restaurants anymore. Shelley was the one who wanted to be out in public all the time and meeting people so that was when they decided to try every place once. 

             "I mean I crave a nasty greasy cheeseburger a lot more often               than steak. Also the grease quenches my thirst in this weird way.               It just really satisfies me ya know? That diner that you work at is                actually one of my favorite places to eat. I just rarely go. I have              Peter bring me something every time he goes though… It's great"

     He smiled softly at her. He knew that the more that they talked the more that Destiny was realizing that he was a human being like she was as well. That was one of the reasons why Roman struggled with friends. They would either want him for his looks, popularity, or his money. No one just wanted to be his friend. That is why he valued Peter's friendship and the upcoming one with Destiny was putting a nice feeling of ease in his stomach. 

     He glanced up and saw their food coming. He flashed a slight wicked smile towards the waiter as he put their meals down in front of them. He could see the cut of meat was exactly how he wanted and it kept every ounce of willpower to not just devour it like an animal would their prey. He waited for the waiter to leave then placed his napkin on his lap and pulled the knife and fork out and began cutting. IT was absolutely dreadful keeping himself in wraps.

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Peter groaned at the feeling of Roman biting him. “Tell me what you want me to do,” Peter encouraged. Not only wold it be sexy to hear, he also wanted to be sure what Roman really wanted. Did Roman just want to fool around a little? Did he want sex? How far was this going to go?

He moaned softly and kissed to his ear "I want you to do anything- but I want you to touch me Peter" he shifted his hips up and swallowed hard. He bit his own lip and then looked at Peter a bit desperately. "You have no idea how irresistible you look right now. I just really want you- in more ways than you think." He swallowed again and smirked at him.

   Rosalie pushes her blood tipped locks over her shoulders and wipes her fingers with her clothed tissue. She’s attempting to buy time, hoping Pryce or Olivia would appear so she could sneak out — but what she couldn’t wrap her head around was Roman’s attitude. What had Olivia done? What had she manipulated her son to be? Sure, Rosalie spoke to people in town to hear that Roman and Olivia were both feared and hated, but she couldn’t believe what — or who — she is witnessing before her.

    My dear Roman, what has your Mother done to you? She wanted to ask, but just that question revealed too much of her. She had seen him once — when he was seven, whereas she doubts he even remembers her, but for only five minutes until Olivia rushed in and took Roman away from her sister’s hands and forced her to leave. She hadn’t seen Roman or Shelley since.

    ❝ I’m Rosalie. ❞

     How much she had to hold herself back from holding him into her arms and drowning him in kisses. She missed the beginning of his life and she wasn’t going to allow her sister to ruin his completely. She can see his soul, and see that he’s been hurt & used. So she takes a gingerly step towards Roman and sighs before adding:

     ❝ I’m your Mother’s sister. ❞

He looked at the woman who was trying to avoid him entirely. She didn't want him to be questioning but that was what Roman actually did best. He would always end up where he wasn't suppose to be and then proceed to piss off anyone he was around but that was mostly from his need to know everything. 

"Why does that matter to me 'Rosalie'" His voice was clearly unamused

He didn't know what it was about the woman in front of him but he knew that she knew him. The look in her eyes almost claimed him possessively. Or that is what Roman thought at least. He took a deep breath and was about to speak when she beat him to it.

Olivia had only told her vague stories about his aunts but he remembered mainly that she had told them they were all dead. He had no aunts or uncles from his mother's side. Just Norman from his father who actually turned about being his dad which still pissed him off to think about. 

"You're a liar. My mother's sister died years ago." He spat angrily at her. He want desperately to believe the woman in front of him. She seemed calm and had this overwhelming sense of almost pity which made him upset but her voice spoke the truth and he knew it. Roman just couldn't let himself believe. 

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Interpret the Damned | Closed

   SHELLEY'S favorite restaurant. The name struck a familiar chord. She knew about his sister, and about the trouble that she’d been through after all the shit about the vargulf had happened, but she didn’t know the girl personally. She’d never come into contact with any of the Godfrey’s until Peter’s random appearance not ONE year ago.

               §— “If I had a choice, I think I’d come                        here every day. The food here is                        amazing. Sometimes, I even think                        it’s better than my cooking.”

   A wink, and eyes darted away again, to look around at the other random guests seated around them. They looked familiar, familiar, familiar — but not familiar familiar. She’d never ALLOW that.

     Roman smirked a bit and then looked at her. He was not the best chef at all. His mother had tried to teach him how to cook and then gave up and just taught him how to use the microwave instead. Over the years though he had learned how to cook meat so it wasn't going to poison anyone though.

          "I'm awful at cooking so I never do it. I do rather enjoy this place             though. The atmosphere is nice, the wine is tasty, the chef doesn't            question my food preferences." 

     He looked at her as she winked. It was an off guard thing but he passed it as nothing. He watched her look at all the people around. In a town like Hemlock Grove many people have at least seen every one in the town at least once. Granted there were some people who liked to hide away and not be seen but that was the same with any town some people were always around others were not.