#twst rollo

[san-marzano]

rendering saves lives

[therhythmwater]

Every day I curse myself for developing a Sebek hyperfixation directly after his evernight armor showcase ended like cmon

[zippidi-dooda]

You eyed Rollo from the doorway.

He sat in the plush wing chair by the bay window. Thick embroidered curtains were drawn, blocking out the moonless night. A perfect backdrop for his candlelit shadow. The flickering wax sat in it's stand on the coffee table beside him. He sat formally, stormy eyes fixed on the thick leather bound in his hands. What the contents held within were, you did not know, but he sat there each evening when he could not sleep.

You walked over.

His gaze lifted upward as he noticed your outline in his peripherals and he opened his mouth. Probably to question why you were up as well.

But you didn't give him the time. No, instead you proceeded with your goal of a few moments ago unashamed of how frazzled he would get.

He froze, eyes wide as you purposely made yourself welcome in his lap. Book nearly dropping from his hands as you scooted closer.

"What are you doing? This is highly indecorous and you should be in bed at this hour anyway."

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Just do it, I promise I'm not up to something."

He held back a sigh, brow twitching at the command, but followed along. "There is better use of your time, don't you think?"

"C'mon, I just came out here."

"Yes, but-" He paused, interrupted by your thumb on his lips.

You brushed your thumb along them slowly, fixated on their dewy softness.

He was rattled by the gesture. You could tell from the way his breath hitched, the intake of air sending a breeze against your fingertip. You held back a chuckle before adjusting your grip. A slight pop resounded as you parted his lips and you could feel his body heating up against you.

He wasn't sure what to think as he felt you prop something small and round between his teeth.

"Taste it."

He bit down, a sweet tang dripping to his senses.

"Grapes?" He questioned, swallowing.

Though he still had his eyes closed you nodded, proceeding to pluck him another fruit.

"How do you like them? Picked by the vigneron in town. He says they're the best you'll ever have."

Rollo munched meticulously, trying to make his assessment seriously. "His claims hold their weight."

"Yeah? I thought so too," you kept handfeeding him one by one, "do you think we should try and grow our own? Red, green, doesn't matter which, you like them both don't you?"

"Mm, yes. They're good for a number of bodily health functions." He ate another before shaking his head, eyes opening with a furrow in his brow. He grasped your wrist gently in both hands before you could feed him another. "Y/N eating irregularly forms poor habits. You could mess up everything by snacking out of schedule, especially so late in the evening."

"Oh c'mon, one snack break won't kill you." You switched to your other hand, pressing the small fruit against his mouth again.

He huffed out a sigh, giving you an annoyed look. But you weren't paying attention. Instead you were focused on the grape, forefinger lifting his chin while your thumb held the fruit in place.

Had Rollo been as observant as usual, he would have been able to guess what happened next. But he was tired and prickly by your insistant provocations so you were delighted by his jolt of surprise as you leaned forward.

You moved slowly, pausing once your noses were a hair's breadth apart. You didn't look at his beach gray eyes as they grew wide and frantic. No, you were much too distracted by the pink lips molding around the green fruit. They never failed to draw you to them.

You closed your eyes, lips ghosting over his for a moment, and Rollo soon found himself flaming.

He wasn't sure when his hands fell from your wrists but he now held them to you your sides, fingers digging into your hips unknowingly. His heart was racing and he couldn't stop himself from holding his breath.

What a troublesome thing you were. Always getting to him like this. If he didn't know any better he'd say you were the worst thing for his health.

You kissed for an timeless moment before biting down on half of the grape and pulling back. "I think that vigneron was right. I'll have to go buy some more tomorrow."

Done with your pursuits, you shifted in his lap.

Rollo's face twisted up, the bright red blooming against his fair skin burning brighter, and he tried to guide you to a more safe position.

When you finally settled, nestled into his side with your head perched in the crook of his neck and legs across the arm of the chair, you were quick to relax. His flustered blush made you feel very warm against him and you took comfort in the cozy fit by his side. You looked toward where his book lay fallen between the cushions of the seat.

"Read out loud for me, please?"

"I-I ... what?"

"I like hearing your voice."

He gaped a bit, still focused on what happened prior, but his hand took the book from yours as you pulled it out from its spot.

He exhaled steadily, turning to his lost page. "O-kay." This should be a calming enough activity for him as well.

He cleared his throat before staring slowly, trying to remember what had happened before you'd walked in.

The longer the read, the more steady he became, one hand on the book, the other caressing your waist. You could hear his heart relax to a more set pace where your ear rested against his pulse. His spoke fluidly, timber was low and soothing, as if he was speaking to the people in the square. You couldn't have found a better place to feel more at ease. With each passing second, so cozy and serene, you couldn't even tell when you had fallen asleep.

Rollo trailed off as he noticed though, having been glancing down at you from time to time. He lowered the book, closing it with a a dull thud before setting it on the coffee table beside the chair.

"Was this just an act to help you fall asleep?" He murmured.

Letting out a sigh, he hooked an arm under your knees, the other finding a stable position against your back before standing. He was gentle as he carried you to your room, setting you on the bed slowly so as not to disturb you. Then tucked you in, kneeling at your bedside for a moment, tired eyes looking over you.

"You're a bother, you know that? Always pestering me." His gaze drifted downward to your stomach.

"But I suppose you are my bother, now aren't you?"

He stood, caressing your hair back with a thumb before pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. "Goodnight. I wish you pleasant dreams, Y/N."

He walked out, leaving your door open just in case, before returning to his seat. Hopefully one day he'd be able to find rest as easily as you just had

[enderping]

Holding hands 🫶

I love them sm you guys don’t understand

Pls ignore how nothing changes in walking i was lazy and i already spent too much time on this 😭😭

[tartppola]

i keep being to emotional over all the angst that the fandom keeps churning out of skully death so like have at thee. skully comeback.

[forgwater]

[cheshanoneko-draws]

[salty-rey]

New member for the Ramshackle Dorm! Even though the new event is for the JP server, I'm still excited to see what the story is!! I feel like a kid again, obsessed with The Nightmare Before Christmas!

I'm currently working on Yasuho's outfit! Hoping to get that done soon!

[fennekn]

this fire in my skin

[gkdmts]

Rollo scribbles

the guy looks so out of place in the guestroom, with his displeased attitude and all. still glad i got him though. oh please rollo let's just chill, why this scowl

[r-aindr0p]

So uh, it's been quite lively at ramshackle dorm since Rollo arrived..

There has been at least five fights in a row in the guest room and they all included Rollo

He for sure attacked Floyd, Sebek, Kalim and Jamil...can't remember if the other one was Ortho or Trey...

[nuitthegoddess]

The most chaotic dorm of all 😭

[san-marzano]

based on the hc that rollo is twsts version of french and rook isn’t

[drdepper]

Just a silly little lad.

[felidity]

Good luck to those who are planning to get Rollo! May your rolls be blessed.

Bonus:

[tartppola]

The conversation at Topsy-Turvy Square, gone differently

dialogue written by the talented @zgvlt