No Strings Attached? // Roman Godfrey

The werewolf and the witch.

"Okay so, Peter's going to actually show her what he is?" you asked Roman, as the two of you walked downstairs the next morning.

"Pretty much." he answered, walking into the kitchen and opening to fridge to grab his 'morning blood'.

You grabbed a bowl, some milk and some cereal and got your breakfast ready. "What do you think she'll say?"

Roman shrugged a little. "No idea. I mean, she knows about Destiny having abilities. That's why Peter was hoping you'd, you know, tell Letha about you."

"I'm fine with doing that." you said, taking a sip of the tea Roman had just made. "But me being a witch is far less weird than Peter being a werewolf. And what about you? Are you gonna tell her anything about yourself?"

"No." he replied, sitting down opposite you. "I don't think she needs to know more than she has to. And I don't want her to get afraid of me or something like that. I mean, she's known me her whole life and I don't want to ruin our relationship."

You smiled a little, "I understand. That's a good idea."

"I think she'll take it well." Roman stated. "And if not, I'll just mesmerize her."

You gave him a kick against his shin under the table. "You sure as hell are not going to do that."

"Oh pumpkin, you're so easy to get mad." he smirked, getting up from the kitchen table and putting his plate and mug in the dishwasher.

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It was just past noon when the doorbell rang and you had let Peter and Letha in. Since it was getting dark earlier and earlier, Peter wanted to be on time so that there was enough room to tell Letha everything she needed to know.

"Hey Roman." Letha smiled as she pecked his cheek, after she'd given you a hug.

Peter had joined you in the kitchen to get something to drink, and to talk to you about his decision.

"I, uh, don't know what I wanna do or say." he mumbled a little nervous. "What if she won't believe us? Or what if she's afraid?"

"It'll be fine, puppy." you said with a smirk. "I'm fairly sure she'll believe you. And she loves you, so she trusts you. And she trusts me and Roman. We'll back you up."

Peter run his fingers through his hair and sighed. "I shouldn't have brought her."

You took one of his hands and gave it a kiss. "It's going to be fine. She'll take a while to get used to it, but she's going to be fine with it. Trust me, I know."

You looked into his eyes and made a funny face, "I know for sure."

You then grabbed his other hand and took him back to the living room, where Roman and Letha were chatting with each other. You handed Letha her glass of water and sat down on a chair next to her.

You saw Peter quietly tapping his foot on the ground and looking at the clock. Even though it wasn't even time, he was already pretty nervous about tonight. So you decided to take the lead.

"Letha?" you asked, looking at her with a smile. "Would you like to talk to Destiny? Peter, you too?"

The two of them looked at each other, Letha frowning and Peter shrugging at her. You got up and beckoned them to the kitchen table.

"Eva, what are you doing?" Letha chuckled, slightly confused, as she sat down. Peter sat down next to her and Roman was leaning against the doorframe, looking at the three of you.

"You know Destiny's a witch, right?" you asked her.

She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, but what does that have to do with talking to her?"