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rhysand allows feyre to explore every inch of his mind, every vulnerable piece of him given to her willingly: the nightmares that haunted him whenever he was lucky enough to find sleep, the way he'd turn into a force of pure wrath when feyre wasn't around, how any moment of bliss they shared was quickly followed by an unshakable dread. it's a pain unlike anything he's ever known — even under the mountain when she laid lifelessly in tamlin's arms, he still held control in that moment, infiltrating the other high lord's minds to save her ... now, he is to stand by & watch as his future crumbles right before his eyes, with nothing to do about it.

he leans into her touch, the only true comfort he's had during this time, yet it comes with false hope. the words that leave her lips next are completely unexpected, taking the air right out from his lungs. while he would normally oblige, time isn't a luxury that they have now, she knows it just as well as he does. " feyre — " his face has completely dropped, chest raising & falling with each panicked breath. " don't ask me to do this. please. " he rises, reaching for her hand despite the threat of another fiery grip. his instincts to keep her safe, thanks to the mating bond, were already overwhelming enough during her pregnancy. to be so far from her, from their baby, when they should be savoring every second they have left together ... it makes his heart sink.

" i know i have made an unforgivable mistake. if you were to despise me over this, i could not blame you. it would be deserved. " tears line his eyes & threaten to spill over, jaw clenching tightly as he attempts to hold himself together. " if you need space, i will give you that. but i have tried to handle this alone, and it has gotten me nowhere. " his gaze lowers with shame, " we're running out of time, feyre. please — please don't ask this of me. let us deal with this together, as we should have this entire time. "

i knew he meant every word — resolute conviction burned fervently in his eyes, as he dropped to his knees. his darkness dissolved, leaving an exposed and devastated male, baring his soul in a way i knew he’d never done for anyone else. the vulnerable desperation that he’d reserved solely for me. bowing before no one but me, his mate. his equal in every way. he’d have let me eviscerate him if i saw fit — even thanking me for it. my anger began to slowly extinguish itself, leaving quiet anguish in its wake. studying his features, i softly brushed my hand through his hair, before it rested on his cheek. what hell he must have endured these last few weeks, so determined to carry it all on his own. my talons gently pushed back against his shields, before i peered into his mind — finding the single, hidden crack he left open just for me. i felt it all — his wretched torment and crippling fear of losing everything he’d ever wanted. the distress that had kept him up at night, flipping through thousands of pages, desperate to find a single shred of hope, only to come up short every time. the pure, ecstatic joy every time he looked at me — and buried dread, knowing it was about to be ripped away. the utter shame and sincere repentance that he couldn't tell me, and worse, couldn't save me.

i understood why he had not been able to tell me and knew that with time, i could even bring myself to forgive him. but time was not our friend and so much had already been wasted — taken for granted in my naive respite. it was that realization that enraged me the most — i had been robbed of precious time i could’ve spent helping to find a way to save our family. when he knew how fierce my need to protect those i loved was — how much honesty meant to me. to tell the others and demand they keep it from me, when he knew i could not stand to be coddled. after everything, even if a part of me understood, it could still not be so easily forgotten. nodding softly, my hand pulled back to my side. “ i need some time, ” i admitted, my heart breaking, knowing there was now no guarantee to how long we had — if it would be enough. “ and space. ” to clear my head and find my bearings without distraction. however much it pained me to do so. “ i’d like you to stay at the townhouse for now. while i stay here. ”

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Fire is a force to be respected but Roman has long since appreciated the power it holds and the raw destruction it’s capable of causing. Even as a child, he’d always been intrigued by flames, watching them crackle merrily in the fireplace but never could he have imagined how impressive a blaze could be once it had gotten out of control, seeing himself reflected in those dancing flames as early as then. Just as he couldn’t have begun to imagine the damage it would cause, he never imagined how powerful he would feel during the night he killed his parents. Their deaths were ruled an accident by the GCPD, finding that a careless cigarette had started the blaze upstairs while Mr. and Mrs. Sionis slept before the resulting smoke overcame them in their own bed. Unknown to the police, Roman had been at the scene all along, watching from the trees with his heart thumping in his chest as he watched the flames climb higher and higher, painting the night sky red as his parents perished in its fiery wake. His mother and father, who had long been the source of his aggravation and pain were at last no more and it was all because of him. Roman, who was no longer the child they could push around so easily had finally gotten his own back, kickstarting his criminal career by using one of man’s oldest tools to solve his biggest problem. Roman never forgot that night and how happy he felt, how powerful he was for getting rid of his parents without getting caught by the authorities. Watching the family home come alive with such warmth and brightness almost made all the years of suffering worth it... almost, and since then he’s appreciated fire very much, even though he too felt the wrath of its burning majesty a few years later during the incident that caused his mask to melt into his face. Even after that happened, Roman has no fear of fire but instead feels a kinship of sorts with the element, that his anger could well one day burn and burn until nothing was left.

“Dead?! What the fuck do you mean they’re dead?!?” Roman snarled, apoplectic with rage at the news he’d just received. The piles of paperwork littering his desk scattered like leaves in the wind as he slammed his fists down heavily upon solid wood, the gesture doing nothing to appease his foul mood and only fuelling it further when Horsehead’s suspicions had been proven true. Business on the streets had been sinking like a corpse in Gotham Bay for some weeks now. Naturally there were slow periods from time to time, so Roman hadn’t been overly concerned after the first week but then profits only continued to decline, with today turning up less than a few hundred measly dollars. A few hundred fucking measly dollars! His profits had never been that bad, not even when he was a fresh-faced rookie for crying out loud, so where had all his customers disappeared to? Turned out they hadn’t just disappeared, they’d been turning up dead all over the city, many of them familiar names who’d bought from him for years. Now all of a sudden they were dropping like flies in just a few weeks? It didn’t make any sense and because of that, Roman was pissed. "So what the hell happened then?? And don’t tell me, they all decided to join a doomsday cult? The crap we sell is clean so it can’t have been that killing them all!” The muscle, those slack-jawed idiots shuffled on their feet uncomfortably, not one brave soul amongst them daring to lift his gaze for fear of getting a punch to the jaw for his trouble. Even Ms. Li didn’t have a smart quip for once which didn’t make him feel any better. Rocco was merely a dog, blissly unaware and uncaring of the situation that had befallen his master and Roman envied the mutt for the briefest of moments, wishing life could only be so simple. Horsehead was the only one who seemed composed, but the rubbery white equine mask he always wore concealed any and all expressions from others. ”Word on the streets is that bad drugs have gotten into Gotham and they’re coming from your territory. No idea what they are or where they came from just yet, but it’s bad stuff. Real bad. The GCPD claim twenty victims have turned up dead this week and they’re finding more and more bodies every day. Buyers are getting nervous so they’re staying away, you know... just in case they’re next.” ”No fucking shit. This is bad for business!” Roman snapped, running a hand over his blackened scalp. Today was turning out to be an absolute disaster. Roman didn’t give a rat’s ass about some random dropheads too stupid to know not to OD themselves but he did care about his reputation and how badly profits would be hit should people believe these lies being spread about him being the one distributing whatever the fuck was killing his regulars. Ever since the fiasco that caused him to lose Janus Cosmetics, Roman always double-checked his deals and made sure he’d gotten exactly what he’d been promised. Poisoned drugs were not what he desired - the dead didn’t come back for another fix and now he was out of pocket and liable to end up in serious shit if he didn’t get a handle on this situation quickly. It was only a matter of time before the bat brigade came snooping, if they hadn’t been doing so already, and tossed his ass in Arkham. Worse still, Red Hood might believe he was responsible for these killer drugs snuffing out people all over the city and would do a hell of a lot more than just breaking his bones and dragging him back to the slammer. And Roman really didn’t feel like dealing with that asshole today. Unfortunately, Horsehead seemed to read his mind and commented further before he could say anything against it. ”Why not contact Red Hood? He can’t be worse than the Joker, plus you might find out what the hell’s going on around here.” ”Have you lost your fucking mind, Horsehead??? The last time we dealt with that asshole, he nearly blew our previous building to Kingdom Come with a goddamn ROCKET LAUNCHER!!! Or did you miss that newsflash somehow??” ”That’s because he wanted to make a good first impression. Next time we might not be so fortunate, especially if he thinks these rumors are true. Shoot first, think later and all that.” Roman gritted his teeth, seething at what he was hearing but knew he didn’t have any better suggestions. For all his issues, Red Hood didn’t target civilians so he couldn’t be the one responsible for the killer drugs either. He would not poison a bunch of random people just to make up an excuse to come after his enemies, he did so anyway regardless so there weren’t many other options avaliable and like hell was he running to the Bat.

”Fine. Send a message to Red Hood, tell that prick we need to talk. Where and when, I don’t give a damn - somebody’s trying to set up shop or cause trouble between us, one or both and I ain’t interesting in taking the blame for this mess.” The muscle, who had been watching this exchange nearly breathed out a collective sigh of relief as Roman signalled for them to go, clearly wanting to formulate a plan with Horsehead in private. They did so quickly, coming up with the idea that the equine-masked man would instruct a new underling, one of the most harmless members they had on hand to get the vigilante’s attention and let him know Black Mask needed to discuss a delicate matter at a time and place of his choosing, preferably sooner than later. Roman sighed once Horsehead also left, collapsing back in his seat and pouring himself a shot of whiskey which he downed fiercely. What a way to start the week. At least he’d caught wind of this situation early, and would soon root out the little rat bastard who’d poisoned half his regulars and scared off the rest. Horsehead’s words rang in his mind, that Red Hood couldn’t be worse than the Joker. Roman had a hard time believing it but what options did he have at this point? He had to make his move before anybody else did and stop this from getting any worse than it already had. @jp-todd-rp​

Apologies again for not being terribly active/communicative as of the last few days. I’ve felt myself slipping back into the seasonal blues and overexerting at work recently still left me aching and tired. Hoping things perk up in the coming week or next, thank you for remaining patient with my slack ass.

>> Pokemon Personality Quiz

Well, this was off to a good start. Roman looked at his result proudly, finding it very accurate for a man like himself. Nothing suited him better than a Dragon, being a natural leader with strong ambitions to take over Gotham and claim the city as his own. Damn right he had high standards and he wasn't afraid to show it!

"Agreeableness is very low? Fuck you, I'm perfectly agreeable when it suits me!" The rudeness of this quiz.

It was only getting after his result that the grumbling stopped, Roman completely in shock at what he'd gotten. He'd expected dragons; fierce, proud, powerful beasts that matched the vigor and menace he exuded and what he'd gotten was far from what he'd expected.

"And just what the fuck is that? A Goodra? Are you fucking kidding me!?!? That ain't no fucking dragon, that's something out of My Little P.ony or some kid's shit! Don't get mad if it slimes up my good suit? You better believe I'm gonna get PISSED at this gooey-eyed piece of shit touching me! Sure, don't give me the badass with blades in his face or the giant Blue Crocosaurus. Even the frozen turkey would be better than fucking Goodra." Roman seethed. This shit was exactly the reason why he didn't like Pokeymans or whatever the hell the stupid series was called.

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