Peeking Into Drafts And Looking Into The Really Old Ones Is A Trip, My Writing Seemed So Much Better

Peeking into drafts and looking into the really old ones is a trip, my writing seemed so much better and there's a bunch of half-written, unfinished stuff that'll never see the light of day until I pull my finger out and this stuff NEEDS finishing. This memory meme back when Roman was a kid? One of his earliest memories is wanting to stab Bruce Wayne, he hated him from the day they first met.

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Matt is completely addicted to being with Roman. It satisfies him on a deeply profound level that he's never experienced with anyone else. The more and more he returns to Roman, he keeps telling himself it will be the last time but the more he tries to stay away from him, the more the desire grows. He can feel himself beginning to slip and going out less on patrol, going to Roman's mansion instead. But he doesn't know if he cares because when he's with Roman, the rest of the world melts away and for a short period he feels whole.

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Not feeling too well today so replies might be shortcoming for the next couple of days. Will be around and will try a reply or two if possible though!

He is so not in the mood for work today but unfortunately for him, taking the day off sick isn't an option, not when he's the boss. On goes the black suit which stands as it's own warning; the first guy who pisses him off can count himself lucky if all he gets is a broken jaw.

Cleared out my inbox and drafts of... quite a few things, bunch of anons, memes, dashboard games and prompts I've long forgotten. Not proud of it but since it's been so long and some of the people who sent them aren't around anymore, might as well clean up and start afresh.

There’s a package of high quality chocolate waiting next to his morning coffee, alongside a small pouch of ginger and chamomile tea for the nausea. Wonder who left those there?

The sight of chocolate sitting on his desk doesn't help him feel any better. At once his guts clench, immediately tasting acrid bile blooming upon his tongue but his eyes carry on roving, lingering on the steaming mug of coffee and especially on the pouch of tea. Ginger and chamomile? He'd never been much of a tea drinker but somehow it sounded soothing, delicate enough to give a try if the coffee decided to assault his stomach along with the chocolate. Tenative fingers grasp the mug's handle and he takes a well-practised gulp. To his relief, the coffee behaves as it hits his stomach, Roman enjoying the robust warmth which helps to keep the nausea at bay a little longer. Good, strong flavours, just the way he liked it, and Roman hummed as he wondered who had brought him such nice treats. Not his men, surely - they knew better than to bother him on his 'hangover' days, which meant... Of course, Elise. It had been a while since he'd last spoken to the woman but she was still thinking of him if her gifts were anything to go by. A rare feeling came over him all of a sudden - guilt, that he hadn't been in touch with the blood mage nearly as much as he should. Maybe later on when his guts have settled, he could enjoy the chocolate along with tea, and then think about sending her a message of gratitude along with a request to come visit when he was up to handle polite company.