I ASK MYSELF FOR PEACE / human au

[roan ;]

For Roan, adulthood had brought with it nothing but pain and exhaustion. On some level, the male knew that he wasn't actually properly an adult. Yes, he was eighteen, but one needed more than just that to be an adult. Despite this, many had seen him as an adult ever since he was as young as fifteen, treating patients carefully after the disappearance of his grandfather, and mentor. As the years had gone on, Roan had felt the stress of life as a soothsayer weighing heavily on him, and it was easy to see in his appearance. Tanned skin bore darker circles underneath his blue eyes, and his formerly carefully kept curly black hair now sat in a mop atop his head. Most still found it rather cute, and he made sure to brush the tangles out of it, but beyond that, he made no effort to do anything fancy with it. The bright clothing colors of his youth had been abandoned long ago, replaced instead with black button-ups and shorts, or jeans. When it became especially hot, the black shirts were swapped out for white ones, just so that he wouldn't spend his entire day sweating his ass off while searching for herbs.

His work was hard, yes, but despite this, Roan had never had any desire to abandon it. For the brief time he had even considered it, he had felt so guilty and horrible about it that he had immediately returned, far too worried for his own – or anybody's – good. He imagined Dee felt a similar away about her position as captain, although he hadn't talked to his cousin about it in some time. He knew she had more pressing matters on her mind as of late, and the soothsayer didn't enjoy risking the possibility of making everything worse. Some said that he was good with words, but he always felt as though he was screwing up, just a few steps from saying the wrong thing and bringing someone else down with him.

He wasn't sure what exactly had pulled him towards his cousin's house that morning. Maybe he was just lonely, considering his favorite patient – much as he was loathe to ever admit that title to Devland himself – hadn't visited in quite a while. No matter the reason, the young man had found himself drawn over by the sound of Georgia's voice, his bag slung over his shoulder and full of freshly picked herbs. He was sure that he smelled of the jungle, and only hoped that the scent of mint and everything else wasn't too overpowering. Stepping up onto the porch shortly after Gia, Roan found himself pausing when he saw Dee, feeling a little bit stunned. The sudden change in her hair color – along with hair length – struck the medic for a loop, and he found himself just staring for a long moment. Eventually he spoke up, his voice sounding both flat and stunned at the same time, "Dee... your hair. You changed it." How anyone thought that he was eloquent or good at speaking, he would never, ever know.

ROAN Ó FOALÁIN-ROUX - THE TYPHOON - SOOTHSAYER

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