can't stop thinking about || ROMANEMPIRE

[trojan g.]

[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]Had Roman known that seeing him would have caught Jervis' eye, no matter the how of it, the souls that rumbled inside of the male - and himself - would have waited at the border demanding to speak to the vulpine leader to prove his worth and get in his good graces then and there. Instead, the souls fought for dominance and tried to prove themselves to the Pitt in their own little ways, the latest of them causing the half aflame male to wake up feeling off, feeling broken, feeling like he usually did when he died in some way or another, though he remembered close to nothing. Just bits and pieces of flashes of a broken memory, fighting for control and then shifting to something scarier than his domestic form, and then nothing until he woke up.

That hadn't stopped the male from acting as though nothing happened, however, and simply walked around keeping to himself for the most part. Of course, he made a friend here or there, but mostly due to his slight issue with keeping himself in check, he steered clear of relationships of any kind, and thus could currently be seen walking by himself back to camp, the right side of his face and little patches scattered over his body caught on fire, ears pinned to the back of his head as the russian blue kept track of where he was going, making sure to not run into anybody.

[[this was very rushed, sorry]]