Just a dumb queation but what do Roman’s family think of him loving a monochrome (before Logan shows his true colors hehe)

randomslasherwingau:

Ooooh man. 

Roman’s family is not a good family. 

They’re super rich, first of all. His parents aren’t royals, but his mother does have opalescent/pearlescent wings, very delicate and beautiful, and she’s been pampered because of it, basically treated like royalty since they developed. She’s also gorgeous, and when her wings turned shimmery pink/blue/white, it only solidified her status. 

Roman’s father has large, powerful wings, a deep and beautiful raven’s wing black oilslick. They catch almost every color of the rainbow in their shimmer, and complement Roman’s mother’s wings in an incredibly satisfying way–black and white, but both opalescent. 

They’re a gorgeous couple. And they’re dicks. 

They have several children, of whom Roman is the youngest. As such, Roman has always struggled to get the attention of his family. His older brothers all have very beautiful wings as well, multicolored with pleasing patterns, and due to the age gap Roman’s own wings didn’t start developing their colors until his brothers wings were all fully developed with their adult hues. 

He was ignored–not picked on, but definitely benignly neglected by his family. He was basically raised by the house staff, and a kind young monochrome named Sarah with small, pale white wings was his nanny and tutor through his childhood and early adolescence. 

When Roman’s wings developed their adult hue, however, and his family realized that not only were they brilliant crimson on top, but he was a metallic–and a gold metallic at that–suddenly he had their attention again. 

At first he relished it. His mother, always distant and disinterested before, suddenly doted on him, bringing him with her everywhere and showing him off like a prized pedigree poodle. Roman was just glad to have her attention at first. Sarah was hardly allowed near him anymore, and when she did get to him and tried to remind him to stay the sweet boy she loved, he basically snapped at her and told her he didn’t need her anymore. She quit her post and left, and Roman never saw her again. 

After a few years, Roman began to catch on: this attention from his family wasn’t the love he’d so desperately craved from them for so long, but a way to elevate the family’s status. He was a thing to them. A hood ornament. Something to show off because he was pretty and rare, not because they gave a shit about him. 

Something broke in Roman then. He might have turned just as haughty and arrogant as they were if it hadn’t been for Patton. 

He and Patton met when they were fifteen, at one of the many pageants arranged for showing off wing colors. Roman’s parents insisted Roman attend these shows. Patton’s parents didn’t make Patton go, but Patton, being the kid he was, decided he would go. He’d go, he’d win, and he’d take the prize money and donate it to some cause or other because showing off was stupid, all wings were beautiful, but if everyone was going to insist his were really that special, then fine: he’d play them at their own game. He’d win his prize and he’d do something important with it instead of letting it go to some stupid big-headed royal or something. 

Patton and Roman didn’t get along at first, but eventually, during one of the many pageant circuits, Patton caught Roman trying to call home. He overheard the young royal asking for his mom, and telling her he wanted to go home, that he hated it here and he missed Sarah and his house and his family. Patton couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but he gathered from the way Roman’s wings started trembling and the young royal started sniffling that it wasn’t going well. When Roman finally hung up, he slumped and started weeping quietly, wrapping himself up in his wings and rocking back and forth right there in the hotel corridor. 

Patton’s heart went out to him then, and he gathered the other boy in his arms and hugged him. Roman resisted at first, but finally he crumpled, burying his face in Patton’s shoulder and wailing. Patton led him back to his room, and the pair curled up and held each other and Roman cried himself to sleep.  

They were best friends after that. 

Roman learned to play the game after that. He never stopped trying to win his family’s attention and affection, though he knew, deep down, that it was a fruitless gesture. He tried to find Sarah, but was not successful. Instead, he basically lost himself in the royal arrogant persona he’d adopted as a suit of armor, letting himself get swept into the glamorous world of cameras and celebrity and stardom. Patton was the only thing keeping him sane during those long years, and while people tried to pair them up, they never budged–they were brothers, not lovers. 

When Roman eventually met and fell in love with Logan, his family threw what can only be described as a hissy fit. They made all kinds of threats–threats to disinherit him, to disown him altogether–but they were hollow, empty threats, and Roman knew it. By then, his own celebrity far outstripped their own, and he’d set enough aside throughout the years to live quite comfortably on his own, even if dating a monochrome did ‘ruin him’ the way his mother shrieked that it would. 

When Logan’s true colors were revealed, his family did their best to backpedal, hoping to add Logan’s own beautiful wings to their family’s collection of status symbols. But Roman and Logan both gave them a huge, public fuck you, and Roman walked away and never looked back.