under a full moon, shrouded in mystery, the evening already held so many surprises. with the information obtained, surely they – she could finally make progress toward her goal. to avenge him – all this infiltrating, disguising, obligatory partnership she would ditch at any second – all of it was so she could finally bring herself peace. and no matter what stood in her way, she was willing to give her life to this cause, just like she would’ve for HIM.
it doesn’t take the assassin long to realize someone was following closely behind her. playing the fool, the prey, neo will even skip as she makes her silent, unsuspecting escape from her duties at the schnee manor. casually, neo laces her fingers behind her back as she leads her predator into a dark alleyway. immediately drawing out the blade of hush and pointing it at the person tailing her. persistent but why? emerald hues narrow as they search through the darkness. but she wasn’t a faunus so discerning her target was difficult. there was no way anyone could’ve picked up that the ordinary waitress wasn’t ordinary at all.
but the voice paired with that smile – on that face. brows furrow and she instinctively thrusts her thin blade towards him. how…? questions, memories start to surface, and quickly. there was no way he made it out alive because… if he did then… why hasn’t he returned to her until now? to their empty estate filled with his belongings, fragments and pieces of their lives together? didn’t he know that her heart ached too? that rather than carry her name as his last words, neo needed him alive & by her side?
so who could blame her when doubt overwhelms her posture. still, she wants this so badly to be a realty – rather than another one of emerald’s hallucinations or a dream turned nightmare. no matter how late he is, how long he’s made her wait. like a candle, he ignites another spark of hope. biting her lip, she attempts to hold back the tears, the bottled up and pushed aside agony that came with his assumed death. her semblance deactivating to discard her disguise, his – roman’s hat sits comfortably on her head.
❛ you’re the biggest idiot ever, ❜ she signs, ❛ who said you could just disappear like that? i wouldn’t mind if you really died right now. ❜
gaze softens, expression exhibiting a rare vulnerability only drawn out by someone who means so much ─ so, really . . . only her. her eyes speak volumes even when decorated behind her illusion. rather, perhaps it’s something only he’d take notice of ─ yet another unspoken language between the two. no doubt she’s feeling all kinds of emotions right about now, just as roman himself is. he watches as she lets her semblance unveil her true form and it’s a sight that makes his heart ache in more ways than one ─ a feat he never would have thought possible before their partnership.
oh, it’s been far too long. seeing her alive and well means so much , considering their last meeting ended in disaster. nothing can quite amount to the pain he felt seeing neo swept away in the wind off the airship that night. he relives the memory too much for him to feel comfortable with in dreams and on bad days ─ all thanks to little red. whether she intended neo’s demise back then is a question roman still wants the answer to . . . but not nearly as much as he’s wanted to see her again.
but now that he’s ACTUALLY found her, and by chance, roman torchwick is at a loss. for once in his life, he’s unsure how to react. he’s thrilled, of course. he notes her attire and can’t refrain from snorting a small bit of laughter. that hat is all too familiar, and even her scarf . . . as amusing at it is, it also creates a dull, sad feeling in his chest. to think, she kept that all this time. she’s been aching, just like he. and then comes the reaction.
he can’t quite fault her for it, either.
‘ alright, i deserve that. you’re right. ’ he signs back, lowering his gaze a bit. he wonders just how heavy a burden he left on her ─ but if it’s close to how he felt when he thought he lost her like he assumes, roman’s sure he knows the answer and it hurts. damned it. this is why he never wanted a partner in the first place. though . . . he’d never regret the decision. he couldn’t. after a few moments, roman sighs.
“ i looked for you. after what happened at beacon. ha, i knew there was no way that fall could have taken you out. ” he offers a grin, but it’s pained. “ but you’re quite hard to find when you don’t want to be found, you know that? ” even with his semblance, it just wasn’t happening. he takes another good look at her, relieved once more. because he’s roman and it’s in his nature to, he smirks slightly, eyeing the hat ‘pon her head. “ you kept it, after all this time? guess our luck ran out. what are the odds you’d find that, and not me? ” he quips. but another sigh quickly follows suit. roman takes another, small step towards her.
“ i might be an idiot, but you partnered up with me. guess that makes you an idiot too. but go on, i probably deserve whatever you’re gonna throw my way, huh? ” his stance has already relaxed a fair amount, even his tone of voice lightening up to a degree he’d only give to neo, or a very trusted comrade. with softened hues, roman adds a quick afterthought, once again using sign language before raising his hands out to the side: ‘ sorry ’.
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