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Bleak white walls and bold black letters are all that your eyes see as your feet pad against the squeaky, creepily reflective floors that you assume have been polished recently. The Godfrey Institute is a place that you are less than fond of, how could you like a place when all that seems to reside inside of it is death?
You're on a mission of sorts, but not really if you're honest, you're just eager to find something that will give you insight as to what the man who ruined your life is really up to. A family tragedy ensued behind these very walls, one that is engrained in your mind forever.
You thought that you'd have more time with your older sister, that she'd see you graduate and become the Aunt of the children you're not even sure you're gonna have due to your intolerance for anything sticky; but instead, one particular doctor convinced her that his little experiments could save her life and cure her of the disease residing in her bones. You never saw her again after that day.
You know Pryce is hiding something, something big, and beyond what everyone even fathoms. You've always been able to tell when someone is up to no good, or has a darkness hidden within themselves. Today, you intend to find out exactly what Pryce has locked up in his chamber of secrets, and you'll be damned if someone doesn't let you in.
Your hot pursuit is followed by persistent glances over the shoulder and nervous glances, you have to make sure no one is behind you, or following you for that matter because seeing anyone could risk getting in serious trouble; you are in a prohibited area, and you aren't even sure if you're ready yourself to see what Pryce is really up to.
But your determined journey comes to a halt as you turn the sharp corner, your body instantly recoiling backwards in surprise as you see the broad back of a man, a very tall man in fact. Your presence is immediately noticed by him, his trim figure spinning around to see who's behind him. Your eyes go wide as you see the state he's in, clearly frantic and wounded with an odd choice of weaponry clutched his his lithe, ring clad hands.
"Who are you, do you work for him?! Do you?!" He yells, startling you and causing your heart rate to increase as you flinch. "I'm assuming you mean Pryce, and judging by the fact that I don't look like a mad scientist from the twilight zone, no, I don't work for him." You say back, surprisingly timid with a look of exasperation on your features. You recognize the rude boy, his striking features ones that nearly everyone who comes in contact with him, remembers.
The high set cheekbones and plump pink lips, accompanied by the attire of someone who clearly has money; belongs to none other than the towns metaphorical prince, Roman Godfrey. "I bet you know something." His voice is calmer now, but still just as lethal as he holds the object in his hand out towards you accusingly. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, not fear, but worry now coursing through your veins as you realize the striking, alluring man is more than fraught.
"If I knew something then I wouldn't be here searching for the same thing you are, judging by the fact that you were trying to get through those double doors." You state, walking closer. He swallows hard and glances behind him before facing you again, his lengthy arms by his side. He seems almost captivated as you continue to draw closer to him, confusion evident in his eyes. "You're hurt." You state, giving your head a slight nod so he knows why you're coming so close to him.
He watches intently as you pull a white ball of napkins out of your pocket, straightening them out before you hesitantly reach your arm out towards his face. "Don't worry, they're clean. I brought them so I could cover my hands when I grab the doorknob, just Incase I got caught and they checked for fingerprints." You assure him as you dab at the bleeding wound, though he seems completely unworried about wether the napkins are sanitary or not; in fact, that's the very last thing he's focused on in this moment.
Because of his quite lofty height, you have to strain just a bit to clean up a wound at the very top of his head, though you're done in a second, a mere pink stain residing on his pale, perspiring skin. "Would you put the blow torch down you pyro?" You snort, glancing towards the object that he's holding as you stuff the napkins back into your pocket. He blinks as if he's just now coming back to reality, a soft "Hmm?" Humming from his throat, followed by "Oh, yea sorry I uh- yea I thought maybe I'd have to seer off a lock or something." He states, tossing the torch to the side. You flinch as it hits the ground with a loud thud.
"You're a Godfrey, this is the Godfrey institute, just tell Pryce to show you what's in there." You say, hands gesturing towards the doors behind him. He softly laughs, his teeth showing from behind his peach colored pair of lips. "It's more complicated than that, Pryce is a fucking twat and believe me, it pisses me off that I don't get my way all the time just as much as people assume." He replies, a knowing smile lining across your lips as you look up at the man.
"How'd you even hurt yourself anyways? They didn't make the doorways tall enough?" You joke, causing him to laugh and look down at his feet before glancing back up and meeting your eyes. You've seen him around before, at school and around the town, and for some reason be has this glint in the highlights of his eyes that make him look like a completely different man. A happier one, in fact. Even though you've never even met him, you already have a sense that the barriers he seems to always have built up around himself, aren't present in this moment.
"I had an accident, my car- I crashed my car." He says, hands retreating to the pockets of his fitted jeans as he tries to avoid making eye contact with you. He does it often, whenever he suspects someone is going to judge him or put their two cents in, but he's quick to to lock glances with you as he sees the calm, oddly comforting expression on your face.
"And so you came in here? To search for whatever the weird doctor has tucked away in the attic, instead of tending to the gash on your head? You're just as insufferable as I thought." You tease, his features softening and morphing into a much brighter countenance than before. He nonchalantly shrugs, replying "If I'm so insufferable then you would have walked away a long time ago."
You can't help but to smile, a blush burning the apples of your cheeks at his statement. "I have a tendency to stick around people who clearly look like they're going through a hard time, but that's not always a bad thing. Sometimes when you're in the right place at the right time, you can end up discovering some people aren't as insufferable as you first suspected."
You give him a playful grin, his smile only growing as you both stand in front of each other like anything but strangers. "No but really, you need stitches, come on." You add, nodding your head and gesturing for him to follow you as you turn on your non existent heels and begin to trot down the hallway. "Hey! I thought we were gonna go see-" you interrupt him with a soft chuckle.
"We can see what Mr. Magorium is hiding in his wonder emporium after I know that you're not bleeding out." You say, playfully patting his sturdy chest before focusing ahead of you once again. Your heart is beating out of your chest it seems, though the boy behind you has no clue as to how nervous you actually are, and you have no idea how he's actually feeling either; because for the first time, someone, a complete stranger actually, cares about his well being. You never once looked at him like he was something other than human, and because of that, you have forever captivated him.
Running into a stranger wandering the halls surprisingly, isn't the worst way to meet someone who's going to change your life for the better.
Hi BBIES I hope you all liked this lil Roman imagine, I miss writing about our boy who DESERVED BETTER
Got sumthin kinky in the works, be prepared
Luv you, smooches ❤️-xx
Ps. I don't tell you guys how much I appreciate you enough, I wouldn't have any of the reads I do without YOU
