#my completed custom tux kitty!

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

I'm calling quits for tonight! Phew..

[def-ace-ing-it]

Violet and Lilac

Pairings: Pre-established Prinxiety, implied RED (brief)

Summary: Roman comes up with a great Valentines Day date, and Virgil is very moved.

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit (very brief), heavy cursing, and I think that's it.

Author’s note: This is a gift for my Valentine, @bisectionalbisexual because she loves Prinxiety, so I obliged with some athletic Virgil and short Roman. Then I added some RED because the ships growing on me. Enjoy!

Word count: 1692 words

***

A loud crack resounded throughout the room as the two figures in the center moved around each other, wooden sticks clashing against the other in rapid succession. The taller of the two heaving slightly as the smaller one was on the attack. He looked for an opening in the others defense, and once he found one, he lunged forward. He tapped the others side with his stick and took a moment to breathe. He stood back and wiped some sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Your getting better, Dee. Soon I think you'll be close to beating me, just work on your defense. Dee made a silent groan and began to move his hands.

“You say that all the time though-” He signed.

“But do you do it?” Virgil quipped, crossing his arms and raised an eyebrow in amusement. Dee paused.

“No.”

“There's the problem, you have to practice.” Virgil shook his head at Dee and walked towards the exit, not before ruffling the others dirty blonde hair, “Go home and work on your defense tonight, after your date with your boyfriends of course.” He winked and placed his stick on the table and walking out the door without looking back at the sputtering blonde. He walked down the flight of stairs and out the front door. The cool February wind was nice on the sweaty skin not under his tank top and sweatpants, he was sure he looked like a slob, but he didn’t care. Virgil slowly made it through the crowded street until he reached a somewhat big apartment complex.

He pulled a keycard from out of his pocket and pressed it against the scanner and waited for the beep, stepping inside and headed up the stairs. After two flight of stairs, Virgil was in front of his apartment door. He pulled out his keys and unlocked it, taking a step into the living room.”

‘Home sweet home-‘

Crash.

“MOTHER FUCKER!” Virgil snorted and wheezed softly at his partner’s voice echoing throughout.

‘What is Roman doing now?’ He questioned as he made his way to the bedroom and leaned on the doorway. Roman sat on the floor, picking up a few thin metal beams and a giant cover, dropping one of the beams in the process.

“Need some help?” Roman looked over at Virgil and lit up.

“Stormcloud!” He announced, dropping his stuff on the floor with a loud clattering sound and leaping at the other, “I didn't realize you got home.” Virgil caught his dramatic- and much shorter- boyfriend in his arms and twirled around a little bit.

“Probably because, you know, you screamed ‘mother fucker’ at the top of your tiny little lungs.” He smirked as Roman huffed and pouted, “But yeah, I wrapped me and Dee’s session up early, or else he would have forgotten about his date with Rem and Emile. Y’know how he gets.” Virgil sat the other on the floor and walked into the center of the room, picking up the mess Roman created. Roman followed him into the room, but didn't help pick up his mess, but instead sat on the bed. Virgil looked up at him with a questioning look, “So, why were you messing around with the camping gear?”

“Ah, yes, that. Well, I was looking for some inspiration, ‘cause today's Valentine's Day, and I procrastinated. So this happened.” Roman shrugged and Virgil stared at him and began laughing. Roman raised an eyebrow at the other and leaned back, “What's so funny, hmm? Care to share with the class, Marilyn Mon-woe?”

Virgil looked up and said with a deadpan look, “Prince under-arm stink has the big gay.” Roman tried to make an offended face but snorted and his facade faded quickly, and Virgil was close behind. Roman wiped a tear from his eye.

“God you’re such a child.”

“And you’re not?”

“... I hate that you’re absolutely right.” Virgil got off the floor and shoved the camping gear on the top shelf of the closet before shutting it completely. He turned around and leaned up against the door.

“So what’s the plan for tonight, hmm? ‘Cause if I have to wear a tux or something fancy, I will lose it.”

“I’ve made that mistake once, and now you won’t let it go. But, uh, no, just get a shower and I'll grab you something comfortable to wear.” Roman spoke, kicking his legs back and forth. Virgil, who just realized how gross he felt from the sweat and dirt, practically leapt up from the ground and rushed into the bathroom. Roman chuckled as he heard a small thud before the sound of water running began.

A few minutes later, Virgil walked out of the bathroom in two towels, one wrapped around his waist and another in his hands that he was using to dry his hair the best he could. Roman tossed the other a pile of clothes, that flopped miserably onto the floor. Virgil gave him a look that can be roughly translated into, ‘Why? Why do you do this?’.

“Listen, I could have thrown them at your face. Be grateful.” Virgil rolled his eyes and picked up the clothes and walked back into the bathroom.

At around three o’clock, Virgil finally got out of the bathroom, messing around with his warm hair until it was back into his normal, curly black and purple fringe. He looked up at Roman, as if trying to gain some sort of approval. “Edgy as per usual.” Roman teased, winking at the other and pulling on a red long sleeved jacket. Virgil scoffed and walked over to Roman and placed his elbow on the top of his head. Roman made an offended noise as Virgil chuckled.

“Care to say that again, Princey?” The other huffed and grabbed a small bag off the bedside table and reached in, grabbing something before pulling it out. He held a sleeping mask that had a raccoon face on it. Virgil stared at the other in a permanent state of ‘What the fuck’.

“Just put it on, I'm making this a surprise. Buckle up for a wild ride.” Roman smirked, putting his hand out in Virgil's direction. He groaned and swiped the mask from the others hand, putting it on while mumbling about ‘messing up my hair’. Virgil pulled it over his face and pulled his fringe from under it, giving the raccoon a purple fringe. “You look exactly the same!-”

“Fuck you and everything you stand for.”

“Gladly.” Roman flirted, winking even though Virgil couldn't see him. The other groaned in annoyance and Roman laughed and grabbed the other’s hand, beginning to lead him towards the exit, “Now c’mon, we have a date to go on,”

After a few mishaps with Virgil running into objects, a very bumpy car ride, and almost tripping over his feet more than ten times, they had arrived at their destination (much to Roman's relief). Roman squeezed Virgil's hand tightly and stretched upwards to whisper a soft, “We're here, you can take the mask off.” Virgil quickly pulled it off and squinted to get used to the onslaught of light. He adjusted quickly and gasped.

“Did you…”

“I know you don't like very extravagant things, so I felt this would be a good place for a date we'll both enjoy.” Roman said, slightly flustered as he pointed at the front window, which had a small sign reading, ‘Wildcat Café’ that had a small cat paw painted next to it, “It took me a while to find one that was kinda out of the way and not very busy.”

Roman lead Virgil into the café and sat him down at a small booth in the corner. Virgil takes a look around and finds the building almost completely empty besides for two baristas and a group of three girls paying a lot of attention to a very fluffy and small kitty. A small mew caught the attention of the taller one and he looked down at the cat that sat right next to his booth. The first thing that Virgil saw was the white fur, which was short and very soft looking, the next was the eyes. Virgil's violet eyes stared at light lilac ones in return.

The cat trilled and jumped up onto the vacant seat next to him and climbed right into his lap before plopping down. Virgil scratched right behind the cat’s ears and a loud purr resounded from the cat’s throat. He looked up at Roman, who was giving him a soft look.

“That's Polaris,” Someone from behind Virgil spoke, who he turned to face. A small barista stood there, eyes tired beyond belief, “I named her myself, she doesn't like me much though.” Virgil looked down at the cat in his lap, “In fact, she doesn't like a lot of people. You might be the first time I've seen anyone get along with her that quickly.” A smile made a home on the barista’s face and Roman had an idea.

“Do you let customers adopt the cats here?” Virgil made a confused look as the barista caught onto what Roman asked. The smile grew a few sizes and the barista winked.

“We do, actually!”

“Could I possibly adopt little Polaris over here for my partner?” Virgil's eyes widened out of shock and his jaw dropped a little and he looked between Roman and the barista.

“You could, yes, I'll get the papers right away.” She nodded and walked off towards the back.

“Are you- I-” Virgil managed to stutter out an Roman just gave him a small smirk.

“I was planning this for, like, a month now. Plus cats can ease anxiety so I felt it was only appropriate that I got you one- mmph!” Roman got cut off as Virgil leaned over the table and pressed his lips against the others. He pulled away after a minute and both their faces were flushed.

“Thank you, thank you so fucking much!” Virgil wrapped his arms around Roman's shoulders and hugged him the best he could. Roman returned the gesture the best he could.

“It's no problem at all.”