@overgrcwth liked for a starter - RONNIE.
the library. not somewhere magnificent ( though, alexius admits it’s a COMFORTING feeling rather one of extraordinaire ) and is the one place he hadn’t been to since moving to the area. libraries weren’t his place - he’d find books on his home but instead of being filled with awe, he usually, very angrily, talks about just how WRONG the descriptions of the life were like. if it were down to me, i would change all of it.
though once again the roman finds himself searching through the ancient history section. it wasn’t very large, or impressive, but was nice. there were a few books on ancient greece here and there, a few about the roman republic, and every-so-often something about the germanic tribes - a society he remembers well from his soldier colleagues stories about them.
he was having a peaceful time until he had noticed a woman across from him looking in what could only be described as disbelief. in her hands a book about the roman military - from the republic days to be precise, until the days of caeser ( he remembers the man well ). but it was the LOOK which got him so concerned.
‘ s — sorry you k—- kind of look l–like thi -s guy ‘ he hears and when his hazel eyes dart down to the picture in question, his heart FROZE into place. as the stranger says, the soldier in the book looks identical to him. the armour, pristine how he once had it, bronze helmet reflecting the beaming sunlight; the neck-tie. hanging tightly around the soldier’s throat. exactly how alexius was wearing his. his from the army days which he never rid of.
subconsciously his hand had already rose to lightly grasp onto the neck-tie, and it took a couple of seconds for him to REALISE he was staring and would look WEIRD. after all, it’s an observation, she doesn’t know. nervous sweats started to appear on his head and it was THEN alexius came out from his trance, nervously laughing and repealing his hand around to the back of his neck.
❛ well would you LOOK at that —- ! you aren’t half wrong. ❜ she isn’t wrong. but it’s not him. at least, alexius doesn’t THINK it is. laughing again, the grin starts to show through but is still hidden behind an awkward state he just can’t RID of.
❛ i ah —- i know the guy who wrote the book! asked me to UH – dress up in some armour while his friend drew me in them. looks GOOD right — ? ❜
❛ oh , y - yeah ... really good. ❜
in all her years and all her knowledge , ronnie had long since grown to become suspicious of everything that could POSSIBLY be around ANY corner. her father calls that a ‘ good hunter’s instinct ‘ ... she calls it crippling paranoia. it tires her every day to have her heart rate race with fear and anxiety at the slightest sight of anything MILDLY out of the ordinary. IT’S NO GOOD WAY TO LIVE.
it’s irritable and tiresome. it shows in her initial thoughts with the roman look - alike : it took too long for him to answer. he looks to much like the drawing. his excuse is way too specific. his eyes have a look. what creature could he be ? he could be a demon. he could be a vampire. he could be an angel. he could be anything. what if he wasn’t as friendly as he was pretending to be ? what if she’d just set him off / broke his cover ? what if he was going to kill her for it ? HE COULD BE BAD.
ronnie physically shakes her head to disperse all those thoughts. only then does she realize the flatness that had been in her tone. a DIFFERENT kind of anxiety rises in her lungs. gods , what a horrible impression. even if they were likely to never meet again it absolutely demolished her to think that he’d always remember that weird lady who commented on how he looked like a drawing and wouldn’t stop staring and stuttering.
an awkward squawk of a laugh spits out , ❛ gee , th - that must’ve been f - uh - un ! not ... not ev - everyday you g-get to dress u-up rike a loman -- LIKE A R-ROMAN. ❜
WHY WAS SHE STILL TALKING ?
there’s a brief silence that follows. blue eyes flicker down towards the image once more then back to the man. he just looks so much like ... NO. no more of that. he’s just a regular guy who did a favor for his friend. that’s it. hell , she must seem like such a mess ; not only dressed in the most unflattering clothing , but she’s going off and staring at strangers.
❛ look ... um ... s - sorry ab - ou - out that. this. i’ve been ... t - told i talk a-and do things befuh - fore i can th - think. ha ha ! ❜ a hand rubbing her neck , it’s a hasty apology but none less sincere.
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