and kaeya is already young! he's like. 23. and roman is 29. you see? baby baby baby, let him treat you like a baby. but in any case, roman gives pause and seems to hesitate just a little about divulging anymore. the actual and way better he-who-must-not-be-named burns his tongue like too hot coffee, scalds the roof of his mouth, sets fire to his insides. ]
If I'm being honest? He was beautiful.
[ he presses his lips together into a thin line. ]
We went to school together, to prepare for HAUNT. Like I said. I used to climb this huge tree next to his dorm window at night, beg him to let me in because I hated my roommate. He'd scold me for forgetting my shoes or not braiding my hair so sticks wouldn't get in it. After yelling at me, he'd just brush it out, braid it. He'd wash my feet after I ran around barefoot, climbing trees... wouldn't let me get in his bed without making sure I was clean. And he'd hold me and we'd just... talk. About everything. The world. His awful mom.
[ he winces ] Terrible mom, actually... met her once. Hated me.
[ roman resists the urge to curl a finger in his hair now. it's longer, and he should probably find a barber or an electric razor, but he weirdly enough doesn't care that much lately.
hair aside, he pulls kaeya by his hands, guides him to flop down on the couch with him. if he's going to talk, then he needs to sit because truthfully, the thought of carmine makes his entire body go up in flamesβrage and some private, personal ache at his core. ]
I know he was pushing me away that day he fucked me over on our exam just so he could run almost five thousand fucking miles away from me without so much as a goodbye. I don't know why, but I know there had to be some reason. Maybe it was me, maybe it wasn't. But at the end of the day, I don't care why he decided to do that, to just try and break everything we had. It hurts. I wish he'd just tell me. And then I wish he'd have let me have a say instead of making that decision for me. To break everything.
[ he looks away a second, somewhere far off outside that window. ]
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and kaeya is already young! he's like. 23. and roman is 29. you see? baby baby baby, let him treat you like a baby. but in any case, roman gives pause and seems to hesitate just a little about divulging anymore. the actual and way better he-who-must-not-be-named burns his tongue like too hot coffee, scalds the roof of his mouth, sets fire to his insides. ]
If I'm being honest? He was beautiful.
[ he presses his lips together into a thin line. ]
We went to school together, to prepare for HAUNT. Like I said. I used to climb this huge tree next to his dorm window at night, beg him to let me in because I hated my roommate. He'd scold me for forgetting my shoes or not braiding my hair so sticks wouldn't get in it. After yelling at me, he'd just brush it out, braid it. He'd wash my feet after I ran around barefoot, climbing trees... wouldn't let me get in his bed without making sure I was clean. And he'd hold me and we'd just... talk. About everything. The world. His awful mom.
[ he winces ] Terrible mom, actually... met her once. Hated me.
[ roman resists the urge to curl a finger in his hair now. it's longer, and he should probably find a barber or an electric razor, but he weirdly enough doesn't care that much lately.
hair aside, he pulls kaeya by his hands, guides him to flop down on the couch with him. if he's going to talk, then he needs to sit because truthfully, the thought of carmine makes his entire body go up in flamesβrage and some private, personal ache at his core. ]
I know he was pushing me away that day he fucked me over on our exam just so he could run almost five thousand fucking miles away from me without so much as a goodbye. I don't know why, but I know there had to be some reason. Maybe it was me, maybe it wasn't. But at the end of the day, I don't care why he decided to do that, to just try and break everything we had. It hurts. I wish he'd just tell me. And then I wish he'd have let me have a say instead of making that decision for me. To break everything.
[ he looks away a second, somewhere far off outside that window. ]
You get it?