towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Romana and you!
Setting: The library.
Format: Either!
Summary: Romana went back to her own world. And she is a wreck.
Warnings: Tears, possible swearing, possible violence.

[For the few days that she had been back in the tower, Romana had managed to keep it together. Pretending to be find was a skill she had taught herself long ago, and one she used often.

But her scar aches under her clothes.

And she can't stop the images of her Italy in ruins, the once green hills and fields empty wastelands, her beloved Santa Chiara returned to rubble, like it had been after the bombings.

Venice, covered in water, Rome deserted, Vatican City burnt and broken to the ground.

And no where, no where could she find another living soul.

No where could she find her sister.

Finally, one day it gets to her, she can feel herself start to crack. And so she hides, up in a corner of the library, surrounded by photos pulled from her photo album. All of a smiling happy redhead, some with Romana by her side.

And Romana cries, arms wrapped tight around her, her whimpers muffled as she hides behind the stacks, praying that no one will find her in this moment of weakness.]

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"...Its sounds like something Giappone or America would think up." Snorts softly, shaking her head. Still, there are much crueler things she could have said, the standard, you're crazy, and only the fact that Shoutarou's been so kind to her holds her tongue.

"...Thank you." For listening. For not mocking her. For understanding.

Well, to be fair, it is kind of crazy-sounding. At least he's not the eternally unlucky guy who rides a time-traveling train who lets himself get possessed by demons to fight evil...

Shoutaoru smiles a little, putting the Memory away in his vest, then tugs a bit on the brim of his hat. "You're welcome."

...That sounds even crazier.

She coughs softly, Romana wiping her eyes one last time before starting to stand. "I... should go. I can't just... mope forever... after all."

Kamen Rider does some crazy stuff, man.

Once she starts to stand, Shoutarou follows and dons his hat once more. "It's a balancing act, really. You can't let yourself get consumed by the grief, but you can't forget them, either. That's where a lot of the difficulty lies..."

Of course he does.

She nods, already looking away, retreating behind her walls. "Si... I doubt I'd ever be able to forget her though... it's more the... grief that's terrifying."

Shou reaches over to try and pat her shoulder. "It can be overwhelming, yeah."

She stiffens under the touch, before nodding sharply and pulling away. "I will cope. I will."

Once she pulls away from his hand, it closes, then Shoutarou pulls it back, and puts it in his pocket. He steps around and past her - best to move on before he overstays his welcome. "I wish you luck, then. You'll need it."

She nods as he steps past him, appreciating that he knows when to walk away. "Thank you... Good luck to you, as well."