Few and far between were the nights that he found it difficult to reach that realm of restful slumber. There really wasn't much capable of plaguing the were's mind to render him restless, nothing that left in his heart an ache of remorse or some deeply ingrained sense of loss. The choices be made were entirely his own, the aftereffects of those very actions made and paths taken accepted wholly by him as something he would have brought upon himself. Hence why it was that he has chosen to leave the only true home he had ever known and would likely ever know. His family meant everything to him, more than the very breath he drew into his lungs or the fierce thundering of his heart that beat within his chiseled chest. Some would say that if his family meant that much to him, then he never would have left them those years ago, but it was that very love the very sun itself paled in comparison to that drove him into the arms of the far off horizon and beyond. It had not been for lack of that undying loyalty and devotion reserved for his parents and siblings alone that the man had set out on his own, traveling across the world in search of anything and nothing in particular, but rather, it was his determination and desire to keep them safe and far away from the reach of whatever repercussions borne from those sometimes reckless decisions that Roman wasn't entirely unknown to make. After all, though he was not quite what one would call human, he was still very much capable of making mistakes - perhaps even once or twice over. He would never claim to be perfect, completely willing to accept the consequences of his actions that would so compell him in that very moment. Roman would do whatever it took to protect the ones who had only ever loved him from his very first day on this earth, and yet while he was a part of something much bigger than himself, he still had his own wants just as any one being did. For him, it was being free to do as he so pleased. Not out of selfish gain or some corrupt motive, he did not value the things promised by a material life or one of infamy. He simply wanted to chase the sun as it set behind those distant peaks, to know what it felt like to rely almost entirely upon oneself to make it in this temporary existence. He had hardly anything to call his own save but a few changes of clothes, photographs of his family, a worn leather trifold, and a black messenger bag that carried it all over his strong shoulders. He didn't need trivial things to feel whole, finding immeasurable worth in that which could not be taken and held in one's own two hands.

But, tonight... tonight was one of those rare nights where he was restless and unable to fall into the pitch black of sleep. He'd been returning to his cheap hotel room on the east side of this new and foreign city as the sun was setting, the sky bright with hues of good and pink painting the heavens in a glorious display of but one of nature's most breathtaking and beautiful things. That was when the call came. He'd felt the vibrations of that cheap little tracphone from within the depths of his right pocket, strong hand burrowing into those faded blue relaxed-fit jeans as his steady heartbeat quickened."Hello?", he'd said then after having pressed the device to his ear, his breath nearly catching in his throat."Hey, Ro! It's me, Trinity!", came that bright voice he could never unremember he he tried. They'd talked clear until the were had reached his small, lonely hotel room, his baby sister telling them about everything he'd missed since the last time any of his siblings or parents had been able to make a call to the number he had given then the day he set out on his own. His eldest brother, Tristan now how a wife and they were expecting their first child. He would be an uncle... There were no words to describe the joy that had filled his heart in that moment, knowing that his family was growing and as strong as it had always been. And yet, in that very same moment, There was an ache that caused his chest to tighten so much so that he almost couldn't draw a breath. Yes, his family was alive and even thriving despite the nomadic life that they surely still lived to keep as much distance between themselves and the dark hunters that hunted them always, but he wasn't there to see it. He wouldn't be there to hold his niece or nephew for the very first time as They entered the world. In the same swift moment that his heart had nearly burst with pride and love, it had threatened to break. It was in that moment that his own choice to leave his family for a life all his own weighed the heaviest on him. They talked for hours, Roman telling his baby sister of where he had been and the things he'd seen, the faces he'd met... He could have talked with her for hours and hours more even, but he knew from the very beginning that it wouldn't be able to last. When finally his phone began to beep, signalling that it was about to die from use, he had to let her go. There has been yearning in both his voice and hers when they'd said their goodbyes as they always did as he asked for her to give the rest of the family his love and hug for him."Until the stars guide you home"... It was hard for him each and every time either Trinity or any of his family would usher these words to him at the end of those scarce phone calls, but they were even harder for Roman to say back to them despite always managing to in the end. Harder even than "I love you" or "Goodbye", and he'd be a liar if he said that he hadn't felt that knot rise in his throat as a single tear fall from golden-hazel eyes when he clicked that disconnect button on the phone.

That was what had the were roaming the quiet streets of the northern side to Sacrosanct. After hanging up with his baby sister, he had tossed and turned beneath those blankets of his bed in that empty hotel room, all to no avail. He knew that it would happen, but that didn't mean Roman wouldn't at least try and get a decent night's sleep. Not that he had anywhere to go or anyone to see the following morning, but all the same he had wanted to think that sleep would find him. It hadn't though, and so he'd plugged in his phone, grabbed his room key, put on that black leather jacket of his white button-up shirt with the first two buttons left undone as always, and left that quiet darkness for the cold night air. He simply started walking, fully aware that very few establishments would still be open at this hour, but he had no intentions of going to a bar and drinking or anything of the sort. He simply needed to walk. It didn't matter how far or where he would end up, he just kept on placing one foot in front of the other, hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his jacket and golden-hazel sways looking straight ahead, to the dark windows of the shops he passed by, anywhere but what few stars that could be seen shining in that blue-black sky above. He turns onto 8th Avenue and it is then that he can make out a figure laying there in the road beneath the sterling light of the moon. His brows furrow together in what he would almost consider a natural wave of concern as he lengthens his strides just a little more, adding to them a touch of urgency. Were they hurt? Dead? No, not dead... He could see movement and he calls upon his gift, giving himself the sight far surpassing that of an owl's, the great hunters of the night sky. It was a woman, and she was very much alive. He hesitates calling out to her, not wanting to startle her. Until... Returning his sight to the way it was naturally, he sees a set of headlights from a car turning into the paved path and heading straight for her. Why isn't she moving!?

Quickening his pace when he realizes that the car was not slowing down but rather it was picking up speed, the driver apparently not paying enough attention to see the woman laying there in the street, he is moving at a run now over the paved sidewalk with his heart thundering wildly in his chest as he rapidly closes the distance between himself and her. There was only one way this could end, and the last thing he wanted to see on a night like this was for a life to be brought to such an end that only continued to draw closer and closer still to her. He was far from the type to seek damsels in distress, and he hardly expected for her to handle what he was about to do next very well at all, but he couldn't just stand by and let this happen. It didn't occur to him in that moment as the Mediterranean man races over to the platinum blonde stranger that perhaps they truly was something wrong with her, if this was some sort of suicide attempt or something else entirely. He wasn't about to stop and ask these questions, not when every second that passed promised a gruesome fate for her and a trauma never unable to be forgotten on part of the oblivious driver of the oncoming vehicle. Only when he is nearly upon the woman, leaping out into the street, standing between the woman and those bright headlights from the sidewalk does he raise his arms with palms outstretched."Stop!!", he calls out, the tires of the car answering him as they screech as the driver immediately steps onto the brake pedal with all the force that they can only to come to a halt mere feet from Roman. The driver rolls down the window then, sticking their head out into the cold air, their expression clearly twisted into blind fury."Hey! Get out of the road, idiot!", the man hollers. Roman doesn't even give the man more than look that lingers a moment longer before he turns to look down to the woman, reaching down his head and helping her into a stand and places his other hand gently on the place between her shoulderblades to guide her over towards the sidewalk. The driver hardly waits for them to be out of his lane before revving his engine and peeling out slightly as he continues on his way to wherever, and even then Roman's focus is firmly set over the woman."Are you alright? Are you hurt?", he asks her gently in deep tenor tones heavy with concern as golden-hazel eyes look over her for any wounds or perhaps anything that just didn't look right. She looked fine, though. After satisfying himself that nothing seemed broken or in need of immediate medical attention, his gaze turns to meet her own as he waits for whatever her reaction or reply might be.