Margo Hanson (highqueen_bambi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-02-07 00:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, margo hanson, roman godfrey |
Who: Margo Hanson and Roman Godfrey
When: Backdated: Beginning of January
Where: Roman's Place
What: Talking about dreams in the middle of the night
Rating/Warnings: Mostly Family Friendly
Status: Complete
Margo might not have picked up on it, but she was Roman’s first real girlfriend and, as such, Roman still wasn’t entirely sure how to conduct himself. Part of him wanted to romance her while the other part, the dream part, wanted to devour her. That being a dreadful idea, Roman all but ignored it for the most part, save for when his mouth sprang water when he looked at her neck for too long.
Tonight, she was staying at his place. He’d even made them dinner and fixed things up around his house, stuffing his papers into filing cabinets and hiding his bags of hospital blood in a small refrigerator in the kitchen. For all anyone knew, Roman stored good booze in there and that must have been why he kept a lock on it.
Making love to Margo was at the top of his list of favorite things to do with her, no surprise there. After, he lay next to her, naked and rubbed her back. He didn’t fall asleep with her. For some reason, sleeping during the night, or at any other time for that matter, was difficult these days. So Roman showered, then came back to bed, enjoying the warmth of the woman next to him.
Margo had had boyfriends before, but none had ever been very serious since she had never really been looking for anything serious. Then again no other guys had ever gotten her quite the way Roman seemed to and while their relationship was still new, only time would tell just how serious this one got.
While Roman had never really talked about his dreams, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell that there was something different about the man, but she wasn’t going to push until he felt comfortable sharing with her. So for the time being she was simply enjoying the time they spent together, which included dinner at his place.
Having had a good night, it figured that once she fell asleep Margo would have another dream. Usually Margo didn’t mind the dreams, because she enjoyed seeing what her and Eliot got up to in them, but this one was different. She’d come back from Ibiza to find out that Eliot had had to kill his boyfriend when he’d been taken over by The Beast and then she’d realized that one of her exes was using her life force to create a golem of her, which had really pissed her off.
“That asshole…” Margo groaned as she rolled over, facing Roman as she slowly began waking up. She had no idea how long she’d been asleep for, but when did anyone ever know that until they woke up anyway?
As she stirred in her sleep, Roman didn’t want to wake her up. She was dreaming and he wondered if she was having one of Those Dreams. If something bad began to happen to her body, he’d try to wake her up. That brought up the question of, could he? Roman didn’t have worry much about it because Margo was calling someone an asshole and rolling over to look at him.
He looked back at her in the dim light of the room. His fingers pushed some of her long hair back behind her ear.
“Good dreams?” he asked.
“If you call finding out your ex was using your life force to make a creepy copy of you good, then sure.” Margo made a face at Roman as she stretched a little, trying to gage what time it was since she couldn’t see a clock from her vantage point. Not that the time really mattered; she didn’t have any clients today and by the looks of it, it was still dark out. “Full disclosure, if you ever do something like that, I’ll kick you in the balls.” She quirked a brow as she watched Roman.
The clock glowed a green 3:34 in the morning. It almost reflected in her eyes when she looked at Roman and Roman mirrored the brow lift, his mouth edging up in one corner. “Who needs a doll when I have the real thing?” How could anyone handle two of Margo? Even for Roman, that would have been too much. That, of course, brought up the question of just what Margo’s ex was doing with some copy of her. That much, Roman was sure he didn’t want to know. His arm slid around her shoulders and he pulled her closer to him. “Is your ex here where I can kill him?” he asked. Whether he meant it as a joke or not was unclear.
“My thoughts exactly,” Margo’s lips turned up into a smirk as Roman pulled her closer and she shook her head, “No. Luckily, he’s exclusively an ex from my dreams.” And she was extremely glad about that because too, because she hated to think that she could have dated someone desperate enough to be with her after they broke up that he’d create a copy of her. “So no need to maim or murder anyone on account of me.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Roman’s.
“Damn and I was so looking forward to it,” Roman replied, his words softly garbled against her lips when she brought them to his. Exes were of no real concern to Roman. He may have been a little possessive of Margo, more than he intended to be, but he wasn’t a jealous man. The thought of her with some other guy didn’t trouble him because he knew who he was, what he had to offer, and he knew they were a match or he wouldn’t have asked her to be his girlfriend in the first place. Long fingers slipped into the falls of Margo’s hair as he kissed her, his hand grazing along the warmth of her neck. He shivered, sighing into her mouth. He could feel his teeth aching to slide down and taste her and he refrained from kissing her too hungrily.
When the kiss broke, he looked at the outlines of her features in the dim light, his thumb running along her cheek. “No one from my dreams is here,” he told her. “Except for Peter, but he seems to have fucked off somewhere.” It wasn’t said without bitterness.
Margo laughed softly into the kiss in response to his words, her own hand running along his side as she enjoyed the feel of his fingers in her hair then along her cheek once the kiss ended. “Other than Eliot, the only other person here from my dreams is Penny, but I’ve never actually met him in person. Only talked to him on the network.” It was a little strange, seeing Penny in the dreams, but never having seen him in person in the waking world. She wondered if perhaps she should invite him out to have a drink with her and Eliot sometime. He might say no, but at least then he couldn’t say that they were ignoring him or something.
When they’d...met that day in the department store, Roman wouldn’t have guessed that he’d be in bed with Margo, his fingers in her hair, his thumb against the warmth of her cheek. He certainly wouldn’t have betted that her breasts would be against his chest and that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in that moment. He looked at her and kissed her with a softness that was never afforded to anyone else. There were only two people he loved in this world, but he was starting to wonder if there was room for a third.
And it was that thought that made him look at Margo again. Was it an appropriate time to tell her? No time really felt right so why not now? “You know how you’re a magician in your dreams?” he asked.
Margo also hadn’t expected that day in the department store to turn into more than a random hookup, but there was something about Roman had made her want to reach out to him again after that and considering they were both on Valarnet, that made it even easier to contact him again and she was certainly glad about that because it had led them to this moment in Roman’s bed.
As Roman spoke, Margo quirked a brow, a smirk upon her lips as she nodded, “Yes, I’m quite aware of that fact.” She was curious as to where he was going with this question.
Her confidence was the main attribute Roman was attracted to. That arrogance that matched his own where most people were too humble, an attribute most were attracted to but bored Roman. Her little smirk earned an appreciative touch of his thumb to her lips. “I’m a vampire in mine,” he admitted. “Common for here.” That part annoyed him to no end.
Margo had wondered, for awhile now, what exactly Roman dreamt about, but he never really talked about his dreams and that was absolutely fine with her, but it didn’t stop her from wondering. So finally hearing it, was a little surprising, but also intriguing. “You’re not one of those pussy, sparkling vampires, are you? Because, I’d have to make fun of you, if you were.” Seriously, who wrote books about vampires and had them sparkle in the sun?
Rarely did Roman smile, but around Margo, it was becoming more commonplace. He felt looser here with her than he did anywhere else. As he always did, he dipped his chin toward his chest as he smiled, laughing airily, his arms tightening around her. He brought his lips to her forehead and enjoyed the warmth of her against him.
“The sparkliest,” he joked, another rarity that Margo got to see the most of.
“I don’t understand much about it yet,” he went on. “Peter, the friend I told you about who’s fucked off somewhere, calls it Upir. Last I dreamed…”
Now Roman’s smile faded and his eyes glazed over. He hadn’t really thought much about his dreams lately, but now that he was, he was disgusted with the whole thing and it showed. “Last I dreamed, I killed my mother.”
Margo liked those rare moments when Roman smiled and she liked it even more when he smiled because of her. “So I’ll have to start wearing sunglasses when we go out?” She teased back, moving slightly so that her head was on his chest.
However, when he mentioned his last dream, she lifted her head and looked up at him, “Shit.” She couldn’t tell exactly how he felt about it. He wasn’t distraught like Eliot had been, in the dreams, when he’d killed Mike, but when again Margo didn’t know what sort of relationship Roman had with his mother in, or out of, the dreams. “Was it an accident?”
Roman hardly mentioned Olivia, and when he did, it was with the deepest of contempt. Though Roman was a lot of things, he had no room for actual hatred for many people. That might have been equated to the fact that he hated Olivia Godfrey so much that there was no room to hate anyone else.
Now, he was being forced to think about his own dreams when he’d rather talk about Margo’s golem. “I need a smoke,” he said and stretched toward his night stand to grab one and light it. The ashtray was placed on his lap. After a deep pull from the cigarette, he offered it to Margo if she wanted a turn, then went on.
“It wasn’t an accident. She was keeping this Upir thing a secret from me, I guess up until I turned eighteen.” That he’d raped his cousin and she’d had his daughter was going to be his own secret. “I could feel it happening, I did things….” He paused, his mouth trembling in anger. After a few deep breaths, he continued, “She was so fucking proud that I was a monster. She wanted me to kill someone else.” His daughter. “She wanted to watch as I did it, so I killed her instead.”
Declining the cigarette, Margo watched Roman as he spoke, trying to imagine a scenario like the one he was describing. So far she hadn’t had anything awful happen specifically to her in the dreams yet. She hadn’t been in the same classroom where The Beast had first appeared and she hadn’t been there when Eliot had had to kill Mike or even at Christopher Pluver’s haunted house so she almost couldn’t imagine how awful something like what Roman was describing was. “I’m sorry that your mother was such a heinous bitch.” She moved so that she could place her hand on Roman’s collarbone, sliding it along his shoulder in what she hoped was a reassuring manner.
After a long pull from the Camel, Roman placed it in the snuffer in the ashtray, then set the whole thing aside so his arms were free for Margo. She smelled so good, but Roman made it a point not to get too hungry; he didn’t want to find out what would happen in that case.
“She’s not any worse there than she is here,” was all he said about it.
Margo wasn’t running away as Roman had been afraid she would. She was still here, in his arms, feeling perfect against him. Maybe later he’d tell her more, but for now he kept other aspects of his dreams to himself. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then tilted her chin to his with a couple of fingers and kissed her mouth. “Who would ever need a golem when nothing could ever come close to the real thing?”