Roslin x Reader
**Contains explicit sexual themes, and language and violence.**
Roslin sat at her desk, completely absorbed in the work spread before her. Yet despite her efforts to focus, her thoughts kept drifting back to the incident with Merrill and her usual insufferable behavior. Honestly, Roslin couldn't understand why Clotho tolerated her.
She turned the final pages of her research notes, scanning over her neat handwriting, when a knock sounded at the door.
Roslin glanced up and motioned for the visitor to enter.
The door swung open, and for a moment, Roslin forgot whatever thought had occupied her mind.
A human female stood in the doorway.
Roslin blinked.
What is a human doing in the library?
Then realization dawned.
Could this be the human Nesta and Gwyn had spoken about?
Nesta had rekindled an old friendship several months ago—a human woman from her mortal life before she had been Made. Roslin had heard bits and pieces of the story, though she'd never met the female herself.
Now, looking at her, Roslin found herself momentarily speechless.
The female couldn't have been much taller than five-foot-five. Her figure was slim but gracefully curved, her skin a warm golden tan that seemed to glow beneath the library's soft lights. Thick black curls were swept atop her head in a careless arrangement that somehow looked effortlessly elegant.
Freckles dusted the bridge of her nose and spread across her cheeks like scattered stars.
But it was her eyes that caught Roslin's attention most.
Large. Warm. Brown.
Beautiful.
The human shifted awkwardly beneath Roslin's stare. Her gaze darted from Roslin to the door and back again, uncertainty flickering across her delicate features.
Roslin bit back a laugh.
Cute.
She rose from her chair and cleared her throat, tilting her head in silent question.
The female immediately straightened.
"Um, hi, Roslin. I'm Genesis." Her words rushed out all at once. "I was assigned to work with you for the time being. However long that ends up being. Clotho said I could come introduce myself, so... here I am."
Genesis offered a bright smile.
Mother above.
That smile could break hearts.
Roslin found herself smiling back beneath her hood.
"It's nice to meet you, Genesis."
She extended her hand.
Roslin had always been reserved—cautious and observant. Practical. Focused. Most people only saw that side of her.
Few knew she could be playful when comfortable. That she laughed loudly, talked endlessly, and occasionally abandoned responsibility in favor of mischief.
Genesis accepted her hand warmly.
"It's nice to meet you too, Roslin. I hope I'm not interrupting anything. If this is a bad time, I can always come back."
Roslin noticed the way Genesis maintained respectful eye contact, though there was a hesitation to it—as if she wasn't entirely certain where to look.
For some reason, Roslin found it endearing.
Her nerves, surprisingly, remained steady.
"No, it's fine." Roslin shook her head. "Come. I'll show you what I've been working on and get you up to speed."
Her voice emerged softer than she'd intended, but firm enough.
Genesis's smile widened.
Roslin had the strange feeling that she might grow fond of seeing that smile.
Over the next several hours, Roslin guided Genesis through the work. She explained the cataloging system, the research methods, and the endless stacks of records they sorted through.
The research itself technically belonged to Merrill.
A fact Roslin tried very hard not to think about.
She internally rolled her eyes and pushed the thought aside.
As the afternoon stretched on, she found herself watching Genesis more than her work.
Not in an obvious way.
At least, she hoped not.
Genesis absorbed information quickly, catching on to instructions after hearing them only once. She settled comfortably into the rhythm of the library, looking entirely at ease despite being somewhere unfamiliar.
Roslin had expected questions.
Especially about the hood.
Most people eventually asked.
Some asked immediately.
Others tried to hide their curiosity.
Genesis never mentioned it.
Not once.
And somehow, that simple act made Roslin feel more comfortable around her than she had anticipated.
The silence between them never felt awkward.
It felt easy.
Comfortable.
They worked side by side, exchanging occasional bits of conversation, and Genesis seemed genuinely interested in every small thing Roslin had to say.
For the first time that day, Roslin realized she wasn't thinking about Merrill at all.
By the time they finished for the evening, the library had fallen quiet.
Together, Roslin and Genesis gathered scattered papers, returned books to their proper shelves, and organized the desk for the next day. The comfortable silence that had settled between them throughout the afternoon remained, neither feeling the need to fill it.
When the last book was put away, Genesis turned toward the door before glancing back at Roslin.
"Well, goodnight, Roslin. Thank you for today. I think—"
Genesis froze.
Roslin raised a brow.
"Oh, gods."
A horrified look crossed Genesis's face.
"I mean—not that I think today was a thank you." She winced. "That's not what I meant."
Roslin pressed her lips together.
Genesis groaned.
"Oh, no. Somehow that's worse."
A hand flew to her forehead.
"What I meant was thank you for teaching me today."
Her face turned bright red.
"Actually, no. That still sounds weird."
Roslin was fighting for her life not to laugh.
Genesis pointed a finger at herself.
"Genesis. Stop talking."
The human squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment before finally surrendering.
"Goodnight, Roslin. Have a wonderful evening."
Roslin bit the inside of her cheek.
Mother above.
Genesis was absolutely adorable.
She had spent all afternoon appearing composed and capable, only to completely unravel over a simple goodbye.
A small laugh escaped Roslin before she could stop it.
Genesis immediately covered her face with both hands.
"Please forget everything I just said."
"I don't think I can."
Genesis let out a dramatic groan.
Roslin's amusement only grew.
"Goodnight, Genesis," she said, warmth softening her voice. "And thank you for the compliment."
Genesis peeked through her fingers.
Roslin continued, a teasing glint entering her eyes.
"You're a wonderful student, by the way."
The human stared at her.
Then realization struck.
"Oh, you're funny now?"
Roslin's smile widened.
A blush crept back onto Genesis's cheeks as she shook her head.
"Very funny, Roslin."
The quiet laugh that followed was bright and genuine.
For a moment, neither moved.
Then Genesis smiled one last time before turning and heading down the corridor.
Roslin watched her go.
Only when Genesis disappeared around the corner did she realize she was still smiling.
Shaking her head to herself, Roslin extinguished the library lights and gathered her things.
As she made her way back toward the dormitories, the cool evening air brushing against her skin, she found a faint blush lingering on her own cheeks.
And despite her best efforts, she couldn't stop thinking about a certain human female with freckles and a habit of talking herself into embarrassment.
