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Roman Pierce. 30. Shapeshifter. Librarian.

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malachy-o-laughlin:

“What’s t’at phrase people are using? Don’t judge a book by its cover? Ye don’t strike me as a librarian.” He ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head. “No, I’m actually meeting someone ‘ere. Might stick ‘round fer a bit. Or, would t’at be loitering, mate?”

“I don’t strike a lot of people as a librarian.” He could name a thousand other professions people guessed he was in first. His favorite one so far might be pro wrestler. Roman gave the man another considering look, unsure of whether to believe him or not. The man could be telling the truth, or he could be using a tactic to get Roman to leave. “You’re not going to cause any trouble, are you?”

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belindacordero:

Shit, he was onto her like moss on a tree. Belinda hadn’t really believed it could work, nor did she believe her performative nonchalance was convincing. 

His, though- the man deserved an Academy Award. His voice tugged at her heart, his sympathy so apparent. Day after day she’d checked the news, half-expecting to wake up every morning to find herself plastered over the news. This man had haunted her dreams for so long, and his knowledge of her secret had almost eaten her alive. The last thing Belinda had expected was for him to be kind.

She didn’t question it. She believed him. 

“Thank you,” Belinda said softly, blinking back tears. Her hands were shaking slightly, and she tugged the lapels of her blazer just so she’d have something to do with them. “I really-,” she paused. “I have a lot of questions, but this might not be the best place to talk.” 

He nodded, glancing around as he did to acknowledge that the streets were packed. There were plenty of better places to answer her questions, something he fully intended to do. “Why don’t you help me with these groceries first, and then we can go wherever you want.” Judging by the coffees now all over him and his food, she was off to meet people. It didn’t give them a lot of time to go in-depth about anything, but for all he knew, that was for the best. He wasn’t that ready to divulge everything. She wasn’t the only one trying to keep a secret.

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        The news the next morning was nothing, but a PR blitz for the Davenports. It was strange to think she was merely a step away from the incident. Luckily, she had stayed home that night with her nose buried in term papers. It was getting easier to teach, but rolling out rusty work from aspiring journalists wasn’t always glamorous. She missed chasing a story though she was making more money than she ever had as a journalist. It was eight-thirty on a Tuesday morning.

        Arizona stood in the hallway, finding it easier to talk to him face to face than through messages. It was always left on read. The shifter was worse at technology than herself. Her hands curled, knocking on the door loudly. Her nose was pointed down, trying to figure out a good excuse as to why she came. She couldn’t be honest. Footsteps sounded from the other side. She was on a time crunch. With a sigh, her gaze met his - - - “Hey.” Simple greeting. Simple start. 

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There was a reason he didn’t go partying. Not that he knew what happened at HOWL was going to happen, of course, but staying at home always had its peaceful advantages. Not being affected by whatever the fuck went down was one of them. Unfortunately, it didn’t lessen his concern about who was behind it. Whoever it was had made a big of a mess, and there was no telling when it would happen again, and where. Next time it might be some place Roman didn’t stay away from.

In an effort to forget about it, he went on with his day as usual. He’d already finished a big breakfast earlier, and now the steam from the shower heated the bathroom as he stepped out, running a hand through his wet hair. His plans for today weren’t complicated. Stay in, read, eat, and enjoy doing absolutely nothing. He grabbed a towel from the rack just as there was a knock on the front door. It seemed that, despite his best efforts, he couldn’t stay away from people for long. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he strolled to the door and opened it, in no hurry to greet anyone. But to his surprise, it was Arizona waiting in the hallway for him.

“Hey,” he said back, head tilted a little. “Is everything okay?”

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collinsthedetective:

There was always that question. Why? Why had she come here? Why had she thought this would be a good idea? Honestly Collins couldn’t answer. For once her big brain had nothing to do with the decision to be here. Just as much as she couldn’t explain her reactions as a wolf or properly understand her new senses, the draw towards a place where her own kind gathered was just as tough to rationalize. Though looking at the big, dark blonde male in front of her with a face carved in stone, she could come up with a lot of reasons why this was a splendidly bad idea. Not to mention that he looked as if he wanted to berate her from now until the end of next week, causing her to tense up, her body wired with nerves and apprehension. As she got to her feet, brushing off her pants and busying herself with pulling her hair back from her face, she scarcely dared look him in the eye when he spoke. “Just.. Looking. I’m not old enough to get in and I didn’t want the bouncer to see me and become agitated.” she quietly reasoned. 

It was hard to say if she was telling the truth or not. She seemed to be avoiding his gaze, which made him think she was guilty of doing something else. But her voice was so soft-spoken that he wondered if she just wasn’t good around people. And for that, he couldn’t blame her of anything. So Roman nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets as she stood. “I don’t think he would’ve been agitated if you were just looking.” Then again, some of them were bigger dicks than Roman. He turned back to HOWL to see what kind of glimpse she’d gotten from her hiding spot. It didn’t seem like she would’ve seen much of anything beyond the front entrance, though. “What were you looking for?”

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joslyncurie:

          “Are you always this jumpy?” The werewolf murmured, startled herself by the initial exposure of his voice. She hadn’t been expecting anybody in the area. At least not ones who seemed just as quiet as her. Mostly, at this time of night; it was the rowdy drunks or the business people heading home in a hurry. 

Roman sighed heavily, shaking his head as he turned to lock the doors. “Not always. I just…thought I heard something.” It was probably just the woman, but his eyes couldn’t help darting around to make sure. When he finished checking the area, he looked over to her. “Are you the only one out here?”

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addisonxvale:

“Who knows, I might very well be,” she teased, knocking shoulders with him as they walked, “I will quote you on that. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law,” the shapeshifter quoted before scoffing, “it’s the US fucking Open, Ro– could’ve made time, at least to be with your favorite person.” She knew it wasn’t necessarily his thing but had, of course, asked anyway. But she hadn’t pressed him on it either so she was just giving him shit about it now. “Don’t start, I already have my family telling me I need to take a break, don’t need you too.” Addison grinned at her best friend, pivoting as she walked backwards to continue facing him, “besides, I’m here, aren’t I? Be grateful you, Roman Pierce, get to witness the ever illusive Addison Vale not at work during a week night. Didn’t you know it’s a rare-blink-and-you’ll-miss-it occurrence? So you better take it in, asshole.” 

“Don’t you dare go lawyer on me. It’s too late for that.” He looked up at the stars and huffed, bringing his gaze back down to answer, brows knitted together in feigned confusion. “You didn’t tell me Elizabeth Hurley would be there.” Roman tried to hold back a smile, but he broke out into one anyway. “We can spend time together whenever we want. We don’t need the US Open to do that.”

He gave her a knowing look at the mention of her family’s reminders. “Maybe they’re on to something, then.” She lived and breathed her job, which he knew wasn’t necessarily a bad thing – he could relate better than most. He just didn’t want to see her overwork herself to death. Roman laughed as they continued on, giving her a mischievous look. “Take it in? Alright, but you asked for it.” Roman rushed over to Addison and swooped her up with his arms, throwing her over his shoulder. He held her lower back and legs securely so she didn’t fall, grinning the whole time. “Now I can’t miss anything.”

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tues-bordeaux:

( “I thought this was a twenty four hour library.” ) Tuesday responded, admitting her mistake with a raised eyebrow, offended by the mans attitude was an under- statement and  she was  in half  a mind  to compel  him to  open the  damn door again and force him to stay all night whilst she worked on her assignment. 

Roman sighed, not surprised that everyone seemed to think that. For a place like New York City, the library seemed to have ridiculously early closing hours. He was always torn between wanting to stay as long as he could, and wanting to rush home so he could finally get comfortable. “As much as I wish it was, it isn’t. We open again at eight tomorrow morning.”

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belindacordero:

It was almost obvious, she could pinpoint the exact moment he recognized her. He’d dropped his groceries, and somewhere between bumping into him and watching him bend down to pick up all of his food, her heart leapt into her throat. The ten seconds before he looked up and realized who she was seemed to last an eternity, and Belinda was almost grateful once it was over. 

Almost. 

After all, the man knew she could turn into a goddamn owl and fly away, and she’d gone and ruined what, she eyed his haul, a week’s worth of groceries? Two weeks, if he was a meal planner? What was going to stop him from going directly to the New York Times with an exclusive scoop? She was half surprised she hadn’t woken up to find a giant photo of herself above the fold in the Sunday Times. 

Get a grip, girl, she told herself. You did six rounds of interviews before Jack hired you. You got thousands of undergrads to give enough of a damn about you to cast votes in a student election. You have ice water in your veins. 

“Yeah,” Belinda said, with as even a voice as she could muster. Still, she had wide eyes barely hiding their terror. “We met thirty seconds ago, when I bumped into you. We were both there.”

Roman’s eyes narrowed, mouth tightening as he looked at her. That wasn’t what he meant, and she knew it. But then he really took in the way she looked at him, as if she was a deer in the headlights – something that actually made him want to grin, considering what he saw her fly off as that night. He remembered trying to get through school, trying to make sure only a few knew about his secret. He remembered the hiding.

“No,” he said softly, his eyes boring into hers with a sympathetic gaze. “I remember you from before. When you…” he stopped, letting the answer hang between them. Roman didn’t know who was listening, and she was on edge enough as it was. He finished gathering his spilled groceries and stood, watching her carefully. “I haven’t told anyone, by the way,” he said, quiet and sincere. She’d seen him that night, he was sure. She had to know he knew. And if her lie was anything to go off, she wanted to forget it happened, too. “I promise.”

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artfully-made:

“I am not a scientist, so you would probably have to ask the researchers. I am guessing that whoever had the idea was testing animal intelligence and chose art as a medium?” She shrugged. “Okay, follow me.” Marie waved him over leading him to the section of paintings from Picasso and other cubists.

“Fair enough.” He followed as she instructed, gazing at the art pieces they passed on the way. Roman really could spend the day here and not be one bit upset about it. His eyes scanned over the plaques as they came to a halt, turning to her afterward, waiting for her to teach him a thing or two.

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georgette-rosier:

“A bad time? Hardly - I just got to test the wits of a less than satisfactory student of mine. It’s a fabulous time for a visit, Roman.” She said smiling, eyeing the book in his arms. “And you know, I keep telling you you don’t have to come all the way down here – I’m more than happy to come to the library myself, you know.” 

He chuckled and moved deeper into the classroom. “I’m surprised you haven’t kicked them out.” Roman set the book down on her desk and took a seat in the front row, hands clasped together in front of him as he looked around. “I know, I know, but I like coming here. It reminds me of when I was in school. Makes me miss it a little, too.”

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french-songbird:

“It’s de rien in informal situations and is used most often. Je t’en prie is slightly more formal and is a better choice when someone thanks you for something important. Je vous en prie is the formal version of je t’en prie as shown by the use of vous, the formal French you. It’s considered more polite than de rien without being overly formal, je vous en prie is a great choice for formal situations and in case of doubt. If you had to learn only one you’re welcome, je vous en prie would be the obvious choice. However, if you are wanting to say something like my pleasure use avec plaisir. Avec plaisir is one of many French expressions that’s not used the same way everywhere in France and you’re much more likely to hear it used as an equivalent of “de rien” in Toulouse than in other cities and regions.” It was at that point the French tutor realized that the man in front of her most likely didn’t care and her cheeks would have flushed a little red if she were still human, but luckily she wasn’t. Estelle decided not to continue down the list of words that can be used as your welcome. “Oh? They are school reading lists? That might be why people recommended them to me. I enjoy many genres. As a young girl, I didn’t get out much. All I really got to do was walk around my garden, study, and sing.”

Roman listened intently to her spontaneous French lesson, a small smile growing as she went on. He’d always wanted to learn a second language. The only one he’d studied in school was Spanish, but he never practiced it enough to remember any of it. Which meant there were only a couple ways she could be so fluent. “Avec plaisir,” he said, giving a small bow of his head as he did. He didn’t bother attempting to mimic her accent. “So is it safe to assume you’re from France? Or did you learn all that somewhere else?” He didn’t think it was too late for him to start learning, even if he didn’t have the extensive education in it like she did. “Maybe. Those are just normally books you read in school. Might only be a coincidence, though,” he said, shrugging. Roman thought over what she said, lips pursed as he mentally scanned the shelves at the library. Then it hit him. “The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I have a feeling you’ll like that one.” He gave a small smile, thinking on what she said. “Sounds like a quiet life.”

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valentinexbordeaux:

“Only when credit is due. Do you always answer an accusation with a demeaning question?” She shot right back, eyes narrowing slightly, yet not wavering from his. 

“Depends on how much bullshit I have to hear.” If he’d been responsible for it, he would’ve apologized and they would’ve been done with the whole thing. Figured he’d run into someone who couldn’t do the same. “I doubt your dignity’s in danger just because I asked a question.”

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ameliaprice:

“Amelia, the one and only. I like the name Roman. You’re the only one I’ve met…”

“Thanks. I don’t think I’ve met another Amelia before either.” He paused, trying to think of something remotely interesting to ask about. This is what happens when you get into conversations. “So…do you come to this part of New York often?”

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x-delta:

               “How does anyone hate anything?” she quipped with a quirked brow, head now resting in the palm of her hand. “Blueberry pie? Now you’ve taken it too far, I can no longer be seen with you” it was all harmless fun as the wolf eyed the cub, watching and waiting for her next victim to walk through those doors. Kane always had a job for her to do; not that she minded in any way. “I usually hate company of any sort but you seem to be an exception”

“So you had a bad experience with ice cream?” There was a story he wouldn’t mind hearing. Roman grinned, taking another drink. “And yet you’re still here.” Even he had to admit this wasn’t the worst conversation he’d had. Not to mention he felt the same way she did. Talking just to talk wasn’t appealing to him, but this was easy. This was nice. “Did my charming disposition finally win you over?” he asked dryly, giving her another easy smile. “I guess you’re not so bad either.”

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dvidanghel:

David breathes a heavy sigh, something exasperated, wet fingers tucked into his pockets in search of a smoke. He doesn’t bother answering for a long while, a cloak of silence blanketed over the deafening pitter-patter of the rain. Dark eyes have yet to acknowledge those which are finding balance between himself and his victim, lighter struggling to flicker a flame. It’s old, anyhow. About time to pick up a new one. Unlit and damp, a cigarette hangs between his lips and bobs with his mumbles, voice clear. He’s straight to the point, he doesn’t dance around the subject and isn’t scared to own up to what he’s done. His hair is pushed from his eyes haphazardly. “I ate.”

His mind couldn’t quite wrap around what he was looking at. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know what happened behind closed doors – or darkened alleyways. Despite what headlines in the paper said, he knew the real truth and had for some time. But seeing it firsthand was always a completely different matter, even with a total stranger. Roman looked up at the man, jaw clenched, voice low and even. “You killed her.”

There wasn’t much excuse. More humane ways had been found for vampires to get their fill of blood. Clearly, nothing about this had anything to do with hunger. Roman felt his cheeks flush despite the chilling rain. “Are you always this careless?”