Roman Godfrey (sheeeyut) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-07-02 05:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, finn mikaelson, roman godfrey |
WHO: Finn and Roman
WHAT: Talking
WHERE: A bar
WHEN: Night of Tuesday, 20 May
RATING: Low, talk of killing and death
PROGRESS: Complete
Bars were usually no longer part of Roman’s life, but his drinking had picked up since his last dream. Everywhere he went, he looked out for Peter, and every day his heart ached for both his lost friend and for his daughter and sister. Margo filled some of the void, but there were still gaping holes left there that he was trying to cover with work and bad habits.
On his third drink, Roman could still think and feel clearly. There would be more to come his way. By the time his night was over, he’d be calling a driver to pick him up and he’d be stumbling home to pass out on his sofa. Margo had been helping him find a place. Roman had a few in mind that he intended to go see this weekend, so a weekday drunk he was at the moment.
Not only was he on his third glass of straight bourbon, he was on his third girl. This one was in a white dress. Roman rolled his eyes. White. It said I’m a virgin. Do you want to be my first? but Roman knew better. He knew the game and he knew even more how to play it. She was smiling at him with a row of perfectly straight, white teeth.
“Get lost,” Roman told her.
She laughed and touched his arm. Before she could speak, Roman gingerly removed her arm and looked at her. “I said, Get.Lost.” Her smile faded to anger. She released his arm and, after calling him a pervert, she walked away toward her next target. Even the sway of her hips was angry.
Finn couldn’t help but notice the way the other man at the bar responded to the women who had shown an interest in him, “We’re damned if we show interest and we’re damned if we don’t.” He took a sip of his drink as he watched the other man, “Bad day?” For once things were going well for Finn, now that he had his own reflection back, but he knew all about bad days and the signs of them.
There was a time Roman might have been annoyed with a stranger coming to talk with him, but tonight, he gave a shrug. “Normal day,” he decided. His days were neither good nor bad. There were only moments of happiness or agitation and that was life in general. “Do you dream?” he asked the stranger.
Finn didn’t usually approach complete strangers, but something had drawn him to do it tonight, “I do.” He wasn’t exactly surprised by the question; he’d been asked that a number of times since he’d joined the Network. It was as if dreamers could simply tell who one another were somehow. “I assume you do too.”
Stranger assumed correctly. Roman didn’t even need to answer. Even if he didn’t dream, it would take a complete fucking dumbass not to see everything that went on around the OC. Roman laughed softly to himself, thinking of the people who must have bought all the coverups. The worst part was, this was the way he preferred things.
“What do you dream about?” he asked, his gaze shifting sideways to look at the man, his lips turned upwards on one side. He was half expecting the guy to be a vampire or some sort of magic user, like every other shmuck around here.
Finn was used to this question by now and didn’t think it strange to tell people the bizarre things that he dreamed about, “My incredibly dysfunctional family for the most part.” He took a sip of his drink, “Thanks to our parents, we’re the original vampires.” Being a vampire was still something that Finn couldn’t quite believe, but it had been long enough now that he was quite used to it and had enough control over his blood lust that it barely phased him anymore.
Of course. Roman let out a derisive and took another deep swallow of his drink. In Roman’s world, he was part of some first vampire clan and so here was another one so now nothing was really special or impressive to him anymore. “You ever just want to find someone and rip their throat out?” he asked, finally tearing his eyes from his drink so he could look at Handsome Stranger more closely.
“Not anymore.” Finn’s control had not been very good when he had first turned and he had spent quite some time inside so as not to hurt anyone. Of course that hadn’t stopped him from accidentally killing someone, but now that he had his bloodlust under control he was able to go out among humans and not worry about any of that, “I can’t say the same for my brother though.” Unlike Finn, Klaus enjoyed drinking directly from humans.
“I don’t give a shit about your brother.” They were talking about the stranger. Whether he had a family or not didn’t concern Roman. After knocking back the rest of this drink and asking for another, Roman asked, “Not anymore? How did you learn to stop it?” That was what he was most interested in, now at least slightly impressed by the stranger’s willpower.
Finn quirked a brow at the other man’s reaction to his mentioning Klaus, but didn’t think too much on it and instead answered his question, “Most of my control came with the dreams. I’m over a thousand years old in them, so it simply transferred over as I dreamt more.” In the beginning Finn had certainly worked on that control himself, but the more dreams he’d had, the easier it had become.
That made a lot of sense to Roman. If he’d been allowed to live past the age of nineteen, he could probably learn to deal with it better. As it was, even here, he was having trouble, more now since the dreams had ended. “Do you ever wish you hadn’t lived that long?” Roman asked sincerely. Thinking of having to live past his friends and family and having to constantly change with the world as it changed wasn’t exactly appealing to Roman.
“I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t felt somewhat robbed of having a normal life.” Then again, Finn had also spent nine hundred years out of commision since Klaus had never undaggered him after The Five had attacked them so Finn hadn’t actually lived the same life his siblings had, which was probably part of the reason he had a different view on being a vampire than the rest of them had.
Roman didn’t know what a normal life was, not even before the dreams. There was Margo now, so he should be happy and he was, when she was there with him, but most of the time, he just wanted to find the darkest hole and climb in it.
“I left once,” Roman told the man he’d known for all of five or ten minutes. “A few months ago, just up and left, thinking it was a good idea to just run away from it. That shit doesn’t work, in case you’re ever curious.”
Finn shrugged and took another sip of his drink, “Sometimes you have to see if it’s better somewhere else. If your demons will follow you or not.” Finn knew all about leaving. After all, he’d taken the job, for his mother, in France just to get away from the other obligations he otherwise would have had as a Mikaelson.
“They do,” Roman advised.
They’d followed him and he’d come back. The inevitable had happened in his Dreams and now he wasn’t sure why he was even alive. If Margo hadn’t been there that night, surely Roman wouldn’t have been here with this stranger tonight.
Finally, he offered over a hand. “I’m Roman,” he introduced himself, grateful for the company.
Finn nodded, “I don’t doubt it. Demons are hard to get away from,” Moving to France was supposed to put distance between himself and his father, but all it really had done was isolate him from his siblings for the majority of that time, “Finn. It’s nice to meet you, Roman.”