•Requested: 10/28/18•
•Rosanna x Romische•
•Fluff•
•Rosanna belongs to -justlilly and Römische belongs to me!•
•Anything by Thomas Sanders (from the Ultimate Storytime album)•

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Somewhere there's someone who wants you to be
How they want you to be
Their option

Römische sighed as Deceit lectured him about him being a dark side. He didn't want to be a dark side. He wanted his old self back.

They'll paint you the colors that they want to see
And to them it's Monet
But to you it's a gray silhouette

Deceit dismissed him and the prince of darkness went straight to his room. He felt his sensitivity coming and knew he was going to break down any second now. It was bad enough he couldn't help but doubt himself, but if the others saw... It would be way worst.

So pick up a pencil, a stencil, a crayon
The picture is not finished yet

He entered his room and immediately felt a wave of calmness rush over him. He was confused to say the least, since no one really liked him, his room was always cold and increased self doubt.

"Who's in here?" He asked quietly, not really caring about the intruder.

He heard a giggle and saw Rosanna on his bed.

You can let someone else tell you your story
You can let someone else tell you what's true
Or you can set yourself free, climb the tallest highest tree

"Oh, it's you..." He went to sit next to her. Rosanna smiled at him, noticing the pain in his eyes.

"Deceit again?" She asked, receiving a nod from her crush.

"Yeah, but I'm glad you're here Rosie..." He murmured. He felt like his past self, the before corruption self.

Rosanna blushed a little at the New nickname. She was used to his "darling" and "deary" names but this one made her feel... Special.

Or you can sit back and take in the veiw
Yeah you can let yourself let yourself do anything

"And why's that?" She asked the dark prince. Römische smiled a little at her and changed positions, so that his head rested in her lap.

"Because I feel like I can be myself instead of who I'm supposed to be.." He caressed her cheek before pulling his hand back, as if she had burned him.

It's there in your hands like a paperback book you just finished the most recent chapter
And maybe the first parts all gobbledygook if you're not happy yet don't forget it's just volume one
The story has only begun

"Hey Rosie?" Römische asked, looking nervous. Rosanna hummed in response, she was playing with the dark trait's hair. "What are we?"

"What do you mean Roro?" Rosanna asked with a confused look. Römische shook his head to dismiss the topic.

"Nothing, never mind deary~" He went back to his weird self as he sat up and moved away from the Patton wannabe. Rosanna sighed.

You can let someone else tell you your story
You can let someone else tell you what's true
Or you can set yourself free, climb the tallest highest tree

She hugged the Prince, who gasped in surprise. It took him a few minutes to register the hug and hugged back. "Römische, what's going through that head if yours?"

He sat in silence for a few seconds. "You see... I may have fallen for someone but I know sure as heck they won't lo-like me back." He bit his tongue before he could say love. It reminded him too much of the past.

Or maybe sit back and take in the veiw
Yeah you can let yourself do
Except for the things the law says you can't do

"What's so bad about love?" Rosanna asked, looking him in the eyes. He hid his face into her neck.

"I'm Self Doubt, no one would love me..." His voice was muffled by her neck but she very clearly heard the crack in his voice.

"Me."

Unless the law is unjust in which case definitely do
Take a more active role in local and federal government
Call your local congressman
Or congresswoman
Yeah you can let yourself let yourself do anything

"Please don't pity me Rosie," Römische whispered. He pulled away and wiped the tears from his face. "I don't like pity..."

"I'm not pitying you, Charming, I really do love you." Rosanna smiled sweetly. Römische smiled back but was obviously doubting himself.

You can go flying or soaring through space time
You can go sailing across the blue sea
You can write down some words

"Prove it then." He whispered. Rosanna smirked and kissed him passionately. He froze in shock before melting into the kiss.

She pulled away and hugged him again. "Believe me now?" she felt him shrug in response, his arms hesitantly returned the hug.

Maybe chill with some birds
Be true to yourself and set yourself free
If you just let yourself be
Anything

"A kiss doesn't prove love. I learned that long ago, deary, but the way that you present the kiss is how you can identify emotions." He kissed her cheek. "And I can tell you meant it when you kissed me."

"I do. I really do!" She smiled at him. He returned the smile, his soft side shining through.

"I want to try this, us, but I'm not sure how long it would last..." He looked down. Rosanna made him look at her.

"Let's give it a shot," She spoke softly, "and no matter what happens, we'll always be best friends. Ok?"
(I WILL NOT WASTE MY SHOT-)

He nodded in response. "Alright..."

Anything [x7]
Anything you want to be [x3]

Rosanna smiled happily and laid her head on his shoulder, just like she normally does when they hang out. Römische grinned, his walls were down for the time being.

He tried not to think about what Deceit might say, or what the others might say. All that he wanted to think about is how he can finally be with his crush.

You can let someone else tell you your story
It's no big if they disagree
Cause at the end of the day, it's their part in your play
And it's your name up on the marquee

"You're right Darling~; I shouldn't listen to the lies." He chuckled. Rosanna smiled softly, glad that he was taking her advice for once.

"This is your life Rö, don't let anyone change your story for you." She looked up at him.

You can let yourself let youraelf
What you can let yourself let yourself be
If you just let yourself be
Anything [x2]

"Thanks Rosa." Römische whispered. He laughed internally at his own little joke. He can speak a bit of German and had called her Pink while also using part of her name to form a nickname. "Ich liebe dich."

"What about dick?" She asked confused. He shook his head and laughed.

"Nein! Ich liebe dich," he repeated. "It means 'i love you' in German."

"Oh. Then I love you too." Rosanna giggled.