– VICTORIA KNOWS THAT LOOK. she’s gotten accustomed to it, taking care of all the newborns. she can easily recognize the panicked expression, the desperation. in fact, he’s doing quite well around so many people – she knew a few newborns that would’ve already turned this place into a massacre. at the pain in his voice, victoria doesn’t stop in her pursuit of him outside the club. “you do need me,” she says, voice gentle but certain, “don’t you want it to stop? to walk into a place and think about anything other than your uncontrollable desire? don’t you want that?” her eyes flicker up towards him, a sultry smile on her lips, “don’t you want me to make it better?”
she is there severing hangry thoughts of a slaughter. undergoing the agonizing sear of his throat, roman looms back over the woman. the undomesticated appetite wanes, by way of such an offer, swayed. roman’s murmur is lethal. FEVERISH. “you can make it, better?” roman’s head snaps to the sound of a heart, a man in his car texting. “i’m, starving.”
brow will raise in surprise , and boy - is that a lack of responsibility on his creator’s part ! she would never , but that’s partially due to the fact that she’s been a mother before she ever really had the chance to enjoy her youth . “ so they just left you to deal with being a newborn alone !? ” there’s a look of annoyance on her face , and it’s not towards him , but towards whoever his creator might be . “ maybe , but everyone needs a little guidance . ” a pause , she’ll stick out her hand with a friendly smile . “ i’m cynthia . ”
A FLASH to the night he had bitten, he was screaming, alone, in his car until he had died. he blinks, “ i like to think they lost track of me.” a faded tone of optimism. his hands still hold remnants of blood which he wipe hastily before shaking her hand. “roman serris.”
“ not what i meant. “ tati reassures, and as she stands up from her seat she gestures roman to follow her. a reassuring smile on her features. “ you need to eat and it’ll stop for a little while, but then it’ll come back with VENGEANCE. but at least until then you’ll feel a little bit better, so let’s go do just that. “
" tatiana, you know i can't control it." roman fumbles, producing a anxious awkward stance, senses titillated. they restaurant he had chosen used to be a regular spot. it was funny how everything seemed incompatible with his new life. “ you have to stop me before, " he mumbles near her as the door bangs shut behind them. "you know."
“ you will. i felt that way at first too, that feeling of not knowing anything. it goes away, it won’t be a forever feeling. “ tati promised, she would know after all. it wasn’t one of those things that would happen over night though. “ what’s the one thing you’re struggling with the most ? maybe i can help you, and put your mind at ease. “
"this is forever." he carps, studying the camera lens. roman's phone fell down to the table delicately and he wiped his eyes. "all of it is unsettling, but, " roman looked around where they were, becoming feral for a small time and then he swallowed it down, "how can i stop this hunger?"
she weren’t sure how long she had been yelling at the guy in front. nope , she’d have to walk faster or even run to him. she had noticed the blood and a sense of worry came over her and the instinct to help. “look , if you’re hurt i can help. i’m not a doctor but i can help.” she called out, damn she hoped the idiot would stop.
" i'm fine, i'm not hurt and YOU can't help me," he said, one hand flying up to wave her away, but he stayed, grounding himself to the volume of her heart. "you can leave now."
I can certainly be really insecure and weird and strange and awful in a lot of ways. But I don’t feel like I need to have the outside world validating my greatness or whatever. I’m like, “I’m pretty good.” And I’m fine with that. I know that I can be really shitty, and that’s also okay. It’s important: looking at yourself and going, “I’m a piece of shit at times, and that’s okay.” Happy Birthday, Bill Skarsgård (August 9th, 1990) ♡♡♡
a voice, calling out to him, they had seen what he had done. he was doused in the blood of his sin. roman jerked away from the echo, onyx eyed, propelling himself forward on the pavement. he had to get home and shower away the guilt on his hands, on his teeth, his tongue. he ignored whoever it was. they couldn't prove it to anyone. if they tried, well, they would end up being rinsed down his shower drain as well.
“ thank you. “ tatiana beams at the compliment, it clearly what she had been looking for. “ you mean the regular color they were before you were turned ? i’m afraid not, contacts are the best way of concealing the color they are now. but some go without it just depends, i just prefer to. “ she thought red-eyes could be scary to some. “ i don’t particularly like scaring off people.. “
why would someone do this to him? revenge? jealousy? antipathy? offense not meant to be directed at others like him. roman was vexed at what could only be named as a HEX, or curse. damned to roam eternal life, famished, starved for the claret substance FLOWING all around them.
“ what do you think of my new contacts ? “ tatiana questions, trying out a new color for a change and not ones that matched what had been her normal eye color. sometimes you just needed something new, to make yourself feel good and most importantly she looked good too. “ i know they’re a little bright, or eye catching if you will. but i really like them. “
" they're, uh, they're nice." roman struggled to extract the compliment to her. he was in the midst of reconciling with his own pair of electric blue lenses. since he had awakened, every little thing seemed impossible. "i don't understand, will they ever be the same again?" his voice emmited a soft gentle worry, checking them in the front facing camera of his cellphone.
⧼ bill skarsgård, cismale, he/him / madrid by saint sister + blinking stars, glowing cigarettes, melting snow ⧽ ━━ don’t look now, but that’s ROMAN SERRIS. the 27 ( newborn) year old VAMPIRE has been here in seattle their WHOLE LIFE, and is considered to be A NOMAD they’ve always been INTELLIGENT & ORGANIZED but i guess this town just brings out the worst in people ; apparently, they’ve been way more DISTANT & PESSIMISTIC than usual. it wouldn’t surprise me if they knew what was going on.
full name: roman anthony serris
nicknames: ro
birthday: november 10, 1990
astrological sign: scorpio
occupation: fund manager
parents: allison and john serris
siblings: three brothers
character tropes: roman godfrey ( hemlock grove ) , michael grey ( peaky blinders) & lip gallagher ( shameless )
+ traits: intelligent, organized, charming
- traits: distant, pessimistic, feral
BACKSTORY:
Trigger list: DRUGS and ALCOHOL are mentioned
roman was an outlandish child being taller than many he found a friend in books or he tailed his brothers around
he’s an ex binge-drinking ex cocaine snorting gentle giant devoted to his job and money
prior to being turned roman had no major affiliation with the supernatural if he did he wouldn’t have known
he ran afoul with a vampire on his way to his car and he awoke two or three weeks ago with those sanguine eyes and a hunger he Ignores until he can’t take it anymore he goes to work everyday blending in as much as he is able hyper aware of his colleagues pulsating hearts
at night he raises the number of missing people in seattle
i'll be at home from work later this evening to post my intros !! roman's needs fixin' if you have a wanted connection idea slide into my dms ? or i'm sure i can make something basic up !
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