Trickery's Soldier

Room 2- Rome

This scene is when Willa runs into Rome in his room. page 76

Now... my voice for Rome is how I think Rome thinks in his head... not necessarily how he speaks out loud. Keep that in mind

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I could hear the cart coming down the hall and somehow I just knew that my day was about to get fucked. Sighing, I sat up and waited. The door to my bedroom was slowly pushed open, by what appeared to be the backside of that crazy little blonde dweller. The one that had my brothers acting like morons. Well, I guess it really wasn't the dweller's fault that my brothers were morons. Sighing, I decided to poke the dweller a bit, and see what all the fuss was about.

"No, it's fine, come right in," I drawled in what I thought sounded like a mildly threatening tone.

She froze. It was almost odd, how utterly still she was holding herself. Narrowing my eyes, I tried to figure out what looked so off about it. She was almost too stiff. Too stationary. After what seemed like a bit too long, she started moving again, in the opposite direction. She was pushing the cart back out of the room, as the door moved with her, slowly closing. I didn't react at first, shocked that she had blatantly ignored me. Did she really think that I was going to just let her leave after she came into my room? How odd.

Springing to my feet, I got to and ripped the door open, assuming I was going to have to chase her a little bit. To my surprise, she was standing right outside the door, frozen like she had been a few moments ago. Without much thought, I reached out to grab her and her cart, pulling her back into the room and letting the door close behind us.

"Wrong room," she squeaked without taking her eyes off the door. Was she seriously still ignoring me? Wait, wrong room?

"You mean wrong hall, maybe?" I asked, returning to sit on the end of my bed. What was she even doing in this dorm hall? Silence. Getting irritated, I grunted, "Dweller?'

"Will you reassign me?" She blurted, spinning around so quickly it was almost as if someone had forced her body to turn. It only took half a click for recognition to spark in her eyes. I expected that recognition to be followed by unease, or fear, not irritation. But that's what it was. She looked pissed off. At what? Because of me? Well, wasn't that interesting. Trying not to smirk, I answered her, sort of.

"Reassign you?" Arching an eyebrow, I wondered why she would think I would do that. Waiting for her to respond I watched her watch me. She examined me from top to bottom, slowly studying everything about me. She didn't look like she particularly liked what she saw, but the inspection was so intense, that my body reacted on instinct, hardening in a way that it had no business hardening for a damn dweller.

"You don't happen to have a real happy-sunshine gift, do you?" She stammered out. Is that what she was doing? Trying to figure out my gift? "Like flowers or butterflies?" What? What was she talking about?

"You mean like Nature or Bestiary?" I asked, for no good reason. It's not like it mattered. What mattered was getting my dick to relax, because it was pissing me off. "Because flowers and butterflies aren't a real gift." Right. Okay. Calming down now.

"Yeah, right. Nature or Bestiary- except Bestiary still sounds scary, so scrap that one. Just nature. Is your gift nature related?"

"No," I responded, smiling widely at how ridiculous that would be. Nature. Ha. Shaking her head, she violently changed topics.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the arena?"

"They don't let me train with the others. I keep crushing them." I respond, menacingly. This was fun.

"So that's your gift then?" She squeaked. "Crushing?"

The slight histeria in her voice gave me pause. Up till now she seemed slightly annoyed by my presence, but not afraid. It was an appropriate response, which is why it caught my attention. Looking her over, I noticed that she was much closer to the door than she had been just a few clicks ago. When had she moved? I also noticed for the first time, by some fucking miracle, that I could see her tits through her shirt! What the hell. Her shirt was soaked and her nipples were right there. RIGHT THERE. Well...there goes my dick.

Without thinking I rushed her, pressed her roughly into the door. I couldn't explain why that was my reaction. I needed to get away from her. Far far away from her.

"Strength," I said softly, my body flushed against her. God what was I doing? "Strength is my gift, dweller, and I'm not going to reassign you, so start cleaning."

Ripping open the door I stormed down the hallway, not stopping until I turned behind a wall. What the hell had just happened? I have never reacted like that before to a Sol, let alone a dweller. My dick twitched just thinking about her, which was not acceptable. Palming my dick, I squeezed it with a punishing grip, because it needed to be punished. Taking a deep breath, about to walk away and find my idiot brothers, I heard a door click open from my hall. I paused, waiting to see what would happen, when I heard a feral-sounding growl that made my dick twitch yet again. How did she even may that noise, and why did I like it?

What. The. Fuck.

"Motherf--" she started.

"You're a recruit!" A male voice quietly shouted down the hall.

"You're a boy!" She returned. "What are you doing in the girl's area?" She sounded so certain. As if there was no way she could be wrong. It made me smile. No. Fuck. Stop it.

There was a pause. Was he actually thinking about...

"What are you doing in the male dorm?" He asked with a forced calm. It seems she exasperated everyone.

"Exploring my sexuality." She said, making my choke on my own tongue. Fuck. She said something else, I know she did, but all I could do in that moment was try and strange my traitor dick into submission.

"I can see your nipples. Your shirt's wet." Great, just what I needed. The image of her perfect wet tits. Fuck. Not perfect. Fuck.

"I knew the boobs would be a problem." She groused after a weird thunk sound. "I knew it. I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen to me."

"Who?"

"Emmy. Remember? Grumpy Emmy?" Who the fuck was she talking about?

"Oh yeah, she looked kinda uptight."

"She's not!" She snapped irritably.

"Really?" He asked, with a bit of caution.

"Okay, maybe a little." She gave in. "Do you have a shirt I can borrow? Maybe a cap? Maybe some pants? And a fake moustache?"

The guy laughed, and I scowled. Why did she want to wear his clothes? Who was this dweller to her? And why was I even still standing here listening and giving a shit!!!!!

Enough was enough. Huffing I pushed off the wall and started toward the arena. I needed to talk to my brothers. This was some bullsen shit.

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And there was the Rome I see in my head. It's a scary place up there.

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