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[ironwoman359]

70. “It’s three a.m. Why are you making soup?” Virgil and anyone else pfff

“It’s…three a.m. Why are you making soup?” 

Virgil raised an eyebrow from his perch on the countertop. 

“It’s three a.m. Why are you in the kitchen asking me why I’m making soup?” he countered. 

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“That does not answer my question, Virgil.”

“Yeah, well, that didn’t answer mine, so we’re even.” 

The microwave dinged, and Virgil slid off the counter to retrieve his bowl. Logan sighed, and began preparing the cup of tea that he’d ventured into the commons to make. 

“I will never fully understand you, Virgil,” he said, shaking his head as he set the kettle to boil. 

“Nor will I understand you, my fellow insomniac,” Virgil replied. 

Logan looked up, and caught Virgil smirking at him, and his lips quirked up in response. 

“You look like hell,” Virgil continued. “I bet you’ve been working yourself too hard. Wanna watch some conspiracy videos with me?” 

Logan’s thoughts briefly went to the stack of papers on his desk, then the kettle beside him whistled, and he put work out of his mind.

“I would like nothing more.”

prompts are closed

[ademonandherbentley]

Try the Gay Stuff (It’s delicious)

For @quietlypondering‘s Write This In Your Style challenge.

Prompt: “The Couch is comfier with you on it.” Summary:  Roman and Virgil like to have regular Disney marathons. This one’s special. Or: A massive step forward encourages a reflection on the road thus traveled. Pairing: Ambiguous Prinxiety (Platonic? Romantic? Brotherly? Take your fucking pick, babes!) Word Count: 996 (comfortably fitting inside a word limit? I don’t know her.) Warnings: Discussion of being in the closet and many of the negative emotions that it entails. A/N: Inspired by Thomas and Jon’s latest collab. I’ve never written for Sanders Sides before and I haven’t written at all in months, but I can never pass up a good writing challenge. Enjoy!

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It was not, strictly speaking, a movie marathon. Movie marathons, as Logan seemed keen to impress upon them, were understood to be several movies played consecutively. One movie on repeat didn't quite fit the definition.

However, despite his protestations over the particulars he stayed for the first three watches. Virgil thought that his eventual departure to continue Thomas's schedule was more reluctant than usual.

By the time they hit play for the fifth time Patton had fallen asleep in the armchair which left only Roman and Virgil, curled up in the middle of the couch. By now Roman had most of the songs down and was belting along to the opening number, his voice harmonizing with the characters on screen in a way that even Virgil couldn’t snark about. It didn't matter that he'd seen it four times in a row – when he watched the main character (a handsome Prince of course, this was still a Disney movie) collide with the timid young peasant boy he still found his chest bubbling with warmth.

“It was always Thomas's dream to play the first gay Disney prince,” he murmured, “but he's alright with missing out, isn't he?” He knew that Thomas wasn’t tense or upset but Roman had far more insight into their host's desires.

Roman snorted gently, “Do you think this could have happened in any way that would have disappointed him?”

Virgil could think of several ways in which Disney could have gotten this horribly wrong but there wasn't any merit in mentioning them. They had done remarkably well – not perfect but, well, baby steps – and that was the important thing.

“He would have loved the part, of course,” Roman continued, “but just being around to see it happen, and being able to openly celebrate with everyone…” He trailed off and they watched the blushing peasant boy hurry away with the Prince's intrigued gaze on him.

“There will be other Princes to play,” Roman said, with such conviction that it didn't occur to Virgil to doubt him.

They lapsed back into silence. However, something about their conversation had wriggled its way into the back of Virgil's head. It was silly, he knew, but every time he tried to focus on the TV he was dragged back into his thoughts and felt the familiar squirm of guilt. He thought he was doing an okay job of ignoring it – until Roman nudged his arm and he realized he'd missed his half of their mini duet in the middle of the villain song that they'd started during watch number two.

“You good, iSnarly?”

“Yeah, Princey, I'm fine.”

“Hm.” Roman shifted round on the couch until he was fully facing Virgil. “What is it?”

Virgil considered rebuffing him - telling him it was nothing and to go back to watching the movie, but... Well, this was Roman. He might as well go ahead and burst into tears for all the good it would do deterring him.

He sighed. "It's stupid." Roman put a hand on his knee; silent encouragement for him to continue. "It's just... Thomas was so scared, for so long, about how he felt and if... If I had just eased up a bit, not been so para-" "Hey." Roman’s voice was gentle but firm. "You were reacting to the dangers you saw. That's your job."

"But it was okay," Virgil insisted, "he's so much happier now. I made him spend all that time in pain, and you were in pain too, I know you were."

Roman put a hand on his chin, turning Virgil to look at him. Virgil scowled and hunched into his hoodie. "What's bravery, Virge?" Roman asked. "Roman we’re missing the movie-" "Answer the question, Virgil. What's bravery?" Virgil huffed. "Being scared and doing the thing anyway." "Right. And could Thomas have ever come out without you letting him?" "...No." "Exactly. I know you were terrified but you let him do it because you knew it was right. And maybe..." he finally broke eye contact, looking down at his hand still on Virgil’s knee, "Well, maybe you wouldn't have been so afraid if I hadn't brushed off your concerns so often." "I wouldn’t have listened to you." "I could still have tried."

“Alright, we could play this blame game all night.” Virgil put his hand over Roman’s and squeezed it in a way he hoped was reassuring. “It’s just… kinda hard not to feel like we wasted a lot of time, y’know?”

“I know. But Thomas has been able to be there for so many of his young viewers, right? That’s not nothing. We got there. And hey–” he turned and gestured to the TV screen. The peasant boy has just appeared to rescue the Prince, revealing his magical powers in a moment of danger. The Prince was watching him in awe. “Now mainstream cinema is catching up with us!” Roman leaped from the couch and launched into the next number along with the Prince on screen. Virgil found himself snorting with laughter as he spun around the living room and nearly crashed into the coffee table.

“I’m supposed to be my kingdom’s hero but I got lost in the mayhem.”

Virgil picked up the thread as the peasant boy joined in, “Even heroes should have their own heroes to find them.”

Roman grinned down at him, his face radiant. “See? This is a night for celebration.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Virgil said as the song lulled to its romantic conclusion, “Now come back here. The Couch is comfier with you on it.”

Roman’s smile softened. He returned to his seat and slung an arm around Virgil. Virgil ducked his attempt to ruffle his hair and then settled into his side. They gave the rest of the movie their full attention, and if (for the fifth time) the wedding scene had both of them ducking their heads and trying to subtly dry their shiny eyes, there was no one around to notice.

[kolurize-art]

a (spoiler?) drawing I made for @quietlypondering ‘s new sanders sides superpowers AU <3 Read on here or on AO3

[residentanchor]

If you're looking for angst still, I've written quite a few darker angst fics? They're all kinda short oneshots, though ^^ (Idk if you've seen them, in which case, nvm) but ahh they should be in my my-fics tag if you'd like? :o

:D Thank you!

[nobody-is-evil]

Title: The Couch is Comfier with You on It

Genre: Hurt/Comfort (much more comfort)

Ship: Romantic Prinxiety

Prompt: quietlypondering’s wtiys 9/7/19

Word Count: ~365

@quietlypondering

Virgil startled, head whipping up to look at Roman. “What?” he asked, more out of disbelief than anything.

Roman smiled lazily, and Virgil realized he wasn’t fully awake. With a wild hand gesture, his boyfriend repeated, “This couch is comfier with you on it.”

A blush spread across his face. “What-whatever, Princey,” he scoffed, burning up even more at his accidental stutter. He watched as Roman spread his arms out for a hug and he leaned into it. The movie they had been watching for the second day of their Disney marathon—The Princess and the Frog—had all but left his mind now. Only Roman’s hug mattered.

Still, though, he couldn’t understand it, couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Finally Virgil’s curiosity won out and he asked, “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you like me? I’m-I’m not normal like everyone else. I’m not...” He trailed off, but they both knew what he had self-deprecatingly implied. *I’m not good for you.*

Roman didn’t say anything for a moment, and Virgil instantly regretted saying anything. Then he felt Roman’s hand on his chin, moving it so they made eye contact. “Virgil,” and it was his turn to be disbelieving, “Why would I ever like you if you were just like everyone else?” With his other hand, he grabbed Virgil’s and squeezed it tight. “You’re exactly how you should be. We’re boyfriends. You’re good enough, and don’t ever let anyone else tell you otherwise. Besides...”

Roman paused turned to the screen, waiting. He spoke in time with Naveen, “My dream wouldn’t be complete without you in it.”

They stared at each other.

Virgil burst out laughing. “That was so cheesy,” he wheezed. He straightened his posture and threw his hands out in an overly dramatic (read: exactly dramatic enough) impression of Roman. “My name is Prince Roman and I only speak in Disney movie quotes.”

Roman laughed too. “Okay, Emo Nightmare. Stop roasting me,” he whined playfully.

Once they got their breathing calmed, Roman laid back down and Virgil laid on top of him, each petting the others’ hair. They relaxed into each other’s touch, and by the time the movie finished, both were sound asleep.

[patchworkofstars]

You get a Roman Hug! So soft and he's grinning ear to ear and tells you that he loves you! And that you are absolutely wonderful and he will give you as many hugs as you want because you deserve it!!

Aaaaa, thank you! I love it! 💖💖💖

[honeybee125]

Logan squeezes you super tight and when he pulls away he reminds you to drink some water! and also tells you he is so very proud of you! he thinks you're amazing and capable of anything! logan loves you

!!!I love my boy too!!!

Thank you :>>

[yourelost-itsokay]

Patton squeezes you tight and gives you a small forehead kiss and then pulls back, grinning, and says that you're amazing! He wants you to know he thinks you're incredible and that you're doing great kiddo!! Patton loves you!

thank you so much

[magicallygrimmwiccan]

Logan for the character ask thingy ^^

How I feel about this character

Well everyone who knows me even a little knows that Logan is my favourite Side. I think he’s just... so interesting. I tend to love snarky nerd types, and if they have issues admitting their feelings? I kind of fall in love because I relate so hard. 

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Virgil, Deceit, and Roman

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Logicality! 

My unpopular opinion about this character

Someone who is working through emotional issues, especially when they refuse to admit they have emotions, is not being a terrible person on purpose when/if they lash out, and even if it’s not the best method, they should be approached with understanding and care and acceptance, not “You’re just being a jerk, shut up, stop being mean to the cinnamon roll” 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Wish would happen? I want an angst arc where we see his room, probably about him coming to terms with his emotions and finally letting all his frustrations about the actions of a certain couple of emotional sides out. Had happened? That Roman and Patton actually apologize for everything. Yeah, they’ve apologized (and I really like Roman’s!) but not for everything. 

[kolurize]

🌻

I got a free haircut yesterday and for the first time since I was like 5 I now have short hair :>

[softanxiouspatton]

[Logince] Hershey's Kisses

[Inspired by @quietlypondering 's post]

[Those who would like to listen to the story instead: here's a reading of it I did]

Logan did not expect this outcome. Roman had not known his (welcomed) mistake until it was too late.

Roman had conjured a packet of Hershey's kisses to enjoy because they were delicious of course and no one could stop him. Virgil and Patton were in the kitchen while Logan was in the living room, sat on the couch typing away on his laptop. 

Roman could hear Patton helping Virgil learn a new recipe, enthusiastic encouragement loud and clear.

"Hey Microsoft Nerd. What's up?" Said Roman, sitting down on the couch. 

"The lightbulb." Answered Logan. Roman snickered. "I meant what is it you're working on right now? A new project?" Asked Roman intrigued.

"I'm updating Thomas' work schedule. Thanks to yours and Patton's input, I have a better understanding and idea for a more beneficial outcome for this update." Said Logan, still focused on his laptop but just giving Roman a slight glance and smile. Roman grinned. "Aw Logan. You flatter me." Teased Roman. Logan rolled his eyes, silently amused.

They fell into a comfortable quiet, Roman watching Logan work and casually making conversation albeit mostly him talking for most of it.

"- so that's why the Dragon witch hates chocolate." Finished Roman. Logan hummed. "Interesting." Said Logan. Roman nodded, popping a Hershey's kiss into his mouth.

"Roman, may I have a kiss?"

Roman froze, quickly swallowing before he choked. Did he hear correctly?

"A kiss?" Croaked Roman, clearing his throat from almost choking. Logan nodded, still focused on his laptop. "Yes. A kiss. That is what I said." Confirmed Logan calmly.

Holy shi- Logan wanted a kiss! He wanted a kiss from him!

Roman felt blood rush warm his face and licked his lips instinctively, making sure they weren't chapped.

"Okay. I shall." He said. He could do that. If Logan wanted a kiss from him, he could totally give him a kiss. He was a prince for crying out loud! It's in the job description!

"Thank you Ro-" Logan turned his head slightly to address Roman when he suddenly was pulled into a kind and warm kiss on his lips.

His glasses steamed up a little as his eyes widened. Roman was kissing him. This was not a drill. Roman was actually kissing him. Lips on lips. And he was reciprocating the kiss. Logan's shoulders jumped as Roman pressed into the kiss a little firmer. He could taste the chocolate still lingering on Roman's lips.

Slowly Roman pulled back, eyes opening to find a flushed and shocked Logan, glasses a little askew on his nose and a little fogged up.

"You kissed me…" Stated Logan, a little dazed. Roman chuckled. "Well yeah. You asked for a kiss." Said Roman. Logan blinked, cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses despite the foggy lenses.

"Roman. I meant a Hershey's kiss." Explained Logan. Roman tensed up. He looked at the packet of Hershey's kisses before turning back to Logan, the knowledge of his actions hitting him hard. Red flared up his neck and cheeks.

"SHOOT! I'm so sorry I didn't realise- oh god Logan I didn't mean to-" Roman rambled apology after apology, panicking that he had made the other side uncomfortable. 

Logan cleared his throat, cheeks still pink. "Roman. On the contrary, I do believe I reciprocated. It was not… entirely unwanted. It was, in fact, pleasant." Said Logan calmly. Roman went silent before slowly beaming a huge smile.

"So you liked it?" Said Roman. Logan nodded, adjusting his collar slightly as he looked away. "It was… satisfactory." He said, focusing back on his laptop. Roman relaxed and smiled, placing a Hershey's kiss on the laptop.

"Good. If you want another one, just ask. Hershey's or me. Whatever you want." Said Roman, blushing. Logan quirked a small shy smile as he picked up the Hershey's kiss. 

"I'll keep that in mind."

[I hope you liked this aaaah]

[sanders-sides-fics]

A Sailor’s Soul

A/N: Hi, @quietlypondering! I had you for the secret santa! I had a lot of fun writing this fic, it’s been a while since I wrote something focused on Roman. but it was a lot of fun!

Thank you @rubyredsparks for betaing this fic!

Warnings: Minor character death, brief violence, flogging is mentioned but not shown, injuries, alcohol, betrayal

Word Count: 3,379

AO3

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Roman watched as the writing faded from his wrist. His soulmate’s desperate attempts to finally communicate with him. Roman never replied, he couldn’t. The young sailor could neither read what they wrote or write a reply of his own. Even if he could, he had no idea what language his soulmate wrote in.

He hefted his bag over his shoulder and boarded Majesty. The merchant ship was leaving New York City to go to the West Indies trade furs and timber for sugar and currency. Roman didn’t care too much for what was traded, he only wanted the adventure.

One day, Roman could worry about meeting the woman meant for him . . . Just not now. The idea of his soulmate unsettled him.

“Roman, when you’ve put your bag in your bunk, see the Captain,” the first mate called out as Roman boarded.

“Yes, sir!” Roman called back.

Roman went below deck, dodging the sailors scrambling to load the vessel with the cargo and supplies. The bunks were at the bow of the vessel. It made sleeping difficult on stormy nights as the vessel braved the waves, but Roman had grown used to it.

The bunks were crowded. Most beds were already claimed, filled with bags and supplies from sailors who arrived before Roman. Roman set his bag on an empty bed and left. The stuffy sleeping area was not his favorite part of the journey, but the call of the sea was worth it.

Roman grew up on the waters of Long Island. He fished with his Pa, sailed the coast by himself to trade the family’s goods and anything else he could. No one was surprised when he told his family he was going to become a sailor.

He hummed as he walked to the stern to see the captain. Roman hadn’t worked with Jack R. Herring before but heard the captain was a fair man, one more understanding with his crew. The type of man Roman wanted to work under.

Roman’s mother had feared for him when he announced his intentions of sailing the seas. Not every captain was as kind as Herring. Roman understood why, but his mother hasn’t.

At sea, a captain needed the absolute loyalty and best efforts from his crew. It was a dangerous place to be. The sea was full of dangers. Storms could drown an entire crew if one man neglected his station. Sirens could lire men to their deaths with a song. And the most dangerous thing? Pirate. Rogue sailors who lacked morals and brought down crew after crew until their capture. Roman was fortunate enough to have not come across such problems, but the possibility remained.

When he arrived at Captain Herring’s cabin, he knocked at the door and waited. The door opened and before him was Captain Herring.

“Hello, Roman.”

“Captain?”

“Come in. There’s something I wish to discuss.”

Roman burrowed his brow in confusion and stepped into the cabin. Captain Herring shut the door behind them.

“You cannot repeat what you hear here with the rest of the crew, understand?”

“Yes, Captain. However, what am I to hear?” Roman asked, glancing around.

The space was small, but still much larger than the space Roman had to himself on the ship, which if he were unfortunate, he would have to share with another crew member as the watches alternated.

Captain Herring directed him to the table, “Sit down. We shall be here for a while.”

Roman bit his lip, “Is there a problem, Captain?”

Captain Herring took a seat at his desk, “Not at all.”

The captain pushed a bottle towards Roman. Roman examined the bottle and recognized it as a whiskey his father had received from a merchant once. His father had saved the bottle for when Roman came of age and then shared it with him.

“We can drink after we have discussed the matter.”

Roman nodded silently, curious as to what would make the captain share something so fine with Roman. Captains did not normally share such things with their crew, but he had heard Captain Herring was different.

Captain Herring cleared his throat, “I’ve heard reports of Pirate Captain Logic on our route. I need someone I can trust to care or the crew if First Mate Virgil and I befall harm. Can you handle it?”

Roman frowned at what he heard. Captain Logic was trouble. His career had lasted seven years when most pirates were captured in only two. If a crew was attacked by him, no one lived to tell the tale. The Pirate Captain’s true identity was unknown. Roman only knew what he heard from other sailors, and did not trust what little information was had.

“This is a large responsibility, sir. I would be honored to take it if I were not illiterate,” Roman replied, carefully choosing his words.

Despite never having the opportunity to learn written language, Roman grew up crafting tales to tell his father to pass the time as they fished. Listening to other fishermen and through his own stories, Roman became well-versed in the spoken tongue. He took pride in this ability, as it gained him the respect and admiration of his fellow sailors when they were weeks out at sea with little to do.

Captain Herring nodded, “As is the rest of my crew, with the exceptions of myself and Virgil. I would be willing to teach you if that is your only concern.”

Roman’s eyes widened, “You would?”

“Knowledge is an invaluable tool and I must trust that should I die you will use it to return my crew safely to shore.”

“That’s – oh. Wow.”

“And surely, if your soulmate would get an answer if you’re able to reply.”

Roman’s lips pressed into a thin line. That was right. He could no longer ignore the woman on the other side of their connection.

“Roman?” Captain Herring asked. “Are you well? You became rather pale.”

Roman cleared his throat, “I’m fine. Just surprised, Captain. I never thought I could reply to her.”

The captain smiled, “Alright. Your lessons will begin tomorrow night, after your watch. From there, we will see what you need.”

“Thank you.”

-

Roman laid awake in the bunks, watching as ink strokes appeared on his arms. He should feel joy about finally learning what his other half wrote, but instead, he felt fear. The idea of loving a woman? It didn’t sit well with him, it never had. Roman knew as a man he was meant to love a woman, but it never seemed close. Loving a woman was always blocked by his inability to read her words.

The words on his arms washed away, gently scrubbed away by his soulmate’s hand. Perhaps he could learn to love her when they met. It wasn’t fair that his soulmate went unloved due to Roman’s foolish fear.

With the captain’s offer to teach him, the day Roman would meet his soulmate had grown finitely closer. Roman couldn’t turn down the opportunity, despite this. Literacy opened the path to becoming an officer, or a captain to him. A captain could retire, have land, or an estate if he wanted.

While Roman loved the sea, his body would not withstand her demands forever. And a sailor’s pay wouldn’t sustain him once he returned to the shores permanently. He needed a plan for when that day arrived. Meeting his soulmate would have to come with it, it seemed.

He sighed and rolled over to his side now that his soulmate no longer wrote, for the night at least. He needed to sleep before he was expected for his watch shift. His bunkmates were carried off by sleep long before now when the moon had first risen, yet he remained awake. Roman did so nightly, despite his lack of interest in his soulmate.

Roman wasn’t the only member of the crew in such a situation. He knew that several members of the crew had soulmates who could write to them, forever waiting for a reply, though the idea of the women on the other side of their bonds did not bother them so. That was where Roman differed from the rest. And he knew to keep it quiet.

Much like how he knew to remain quiet about the captain’s favoritism.

It would not bode well on a ship for the crew to be mistrusting of their captain, or feeling that one member of the crew was unfairly favored. Roman would not risk a mutiny as they sailed to the seas where Logic roamed.

He glanced around the dimly light cabin, the moon’s light reflecting through the deck prisms above their heads. All of the crew was fast asleep. O’Malley snored loud and rumbling in the bunk above Roman. Sanchez quietly slumbered in the bunk across from him. No one was there to see him awake.

He hummed a quiet lullaby, closing his eyes so that sleep could carry him off too.

-

The lessons with Captain Herring continued as they made their way to the West Indies. The trip was long and the seas were less than forgiving. Roman, a seasoned sailor, found himself nearly as green as the green hands aboard at one point or another. When O’Malley commented on it, Roman huffed and continued to work the lines, calloused hands barely feeling the rough friction of the rope on his skin.

First Mate Virgil passed by them, pausing briefly to glance at Roman’s arm and continued. Roman looked to see his soulmate had written once more.

“Make sure you cover that, your soulmate wrote some unseemly descriptions, Roman,” Virgil said coolly.

“Yes, sir!” Roman replied, noting to unroll his sleeves when he finished with the ropes.

He did not think much of it. While most of the crew could not read, the officers could and Roman doubted they wanted to see such language. Even if Roman was sure the crew said much worse in their free time than anything his soulmate could write.

He tied off the line and unrolled his sleeves. He was curious about what was written but doubted his lessons had come far enough to cover the words. He could barely begin to read the simplest of sentences, ones far below the writing capacity of an educated adult such as the captain and his soulmate.

O’Malley raised an eyebrow, “What’s the problem with some words no one can read?”

Roman shrugged, “I’m unsure, but if Virgil takes issue with it, I’ll cover it.”

Roman refused to expose his arms again, he was not in the mood for a punishment today. He had yet to be flogged on the Majesty and wanted to keep it that way. It was not a pleasant experience and disobeying an order could ruin his opportunity with Captain Herring.

“You take what Virgil says too seriously,” O’Malley scuffed.

Roman ignored him.

“Jolly Roger to Port!” the deckhand in the crow’s nest called out.

“All hands on deck!” First Mate Virgil shouted. “We need to outrun them. Roman, get the Captain.”

“Yes, sir!” Roman ran below deck immediately.

Roman opened Captain Herring’s door and looked around. The captain was asleep in his bed, as he and Virgil switched off watches. Roman shook Herring’s shoulder.

“Captain! A ship flying the Jolly Roger was spotted on our port side!”

Captain Herring’s eyes snapped open and he sat up in his bed.

“Do we know if it’s Captain Logic?” he asked.

Roman shook his head, “No. Virgil sent me down the moment the ship was spotted.”

Captain Herring threw off his blanket and grabbed his jacket, slipping into his boots as he stepped out of bed.

“You will stay down here, in case Virgil and I perish. You will have command,” Herring said.

“Sir, I can help,” Roman insisted.

Roman reached out as the Captain walked to the door, sleeve slipping up his arm. Herring paused and turned back.

“Roman, I ord-” Captain Herring starred at the writing on Roman’s arm.

Roman flushed and pulled his sleeve back down, now knowing there was a reason to Virgil asking him to cover up. Roman was rather surprised that his soulmate had yet to wash it off as she normally did. Whatever was said, she wanted it known.

“Yes, yes, come up to the deck with me,” Herring said quietly, looking away from the writing.

Roman nodded and hurried out of the cabin with Herring. On deck, the entire crew was scrambling about. Some prepared weapons, other adjusted the sails, and Virgil was at the helm, steering the ship so that the winds hit the sails correctly.

“Do we have eyes on the pirates?” Herring called up to the crow’s nest.

“Aye, Captain!” the crewman called down. “They’re adjusting their masts to match our pace!”

Captain Herring cursed, “He shall catch us then. Roman, stay by my side.”

“Captain, I-“

“No, you will help me fight Loga-Logic.”

Roman went silent at the name slip. Herring knew the Pirate Captain . . . Did he work with him? He followed the captain to the helm, watching the captain’s expression carefully.

There was no question of whether the pirates would catch them, merely a when. Herring watched the pirates gain on them, the pirate’s ship a superior vessel to the Majesty. He kept his shoulders back and head held high.

Roman fidgeted beside the captain, uncomfortable with the orders he was given. He couldn’t help the crew without disobeying direct orders from his captain. He could feel Virgil watching him as the first mate held the helm in place. Roman shivered and faced ahead as the pirates approached.

“Virgil, give the command to stop, but not to drop anchor,” Captain Herring murmured.

“Men, hold our position!” Virgil ordered. “Anchor up!”

Roman watched as the crew looked to Virgil in confusion, but followed the orders. A few grabbed weapons to prepare for when the pirates caught up. A decision Roman would have made too, as the pirates drew closer. Yet he stood weaponless when Herring expected him to help with Captain Logic . . . Hopefully, Herring had a plan.

The pirate ship slowed as she neared, movements ceasing when beside the Majesty. On the deck, amongst various pirates working lines and drawing weapons, stood a smug pirate with short black hair and a blue handkerchief tied around his neck.

“Hello, Herring,” the pirate greeted. “I believe your ship carries cargo that belongs to me.”’

Herring huffed, “While you are correct, you do not know of which you speak.”

Logic gave the captain a questioning look and held up his left fist, signaling to his men. The pirate crew began to move, men jumping over the railings, swinging across on lines and some ran to canons kept on deck. Logic grabbed a line and sung across, boarding the Majesty as a fight started on her deck.

Herring grabbed Roman’s arm and pulled him back as Logic landed in front of them. As the two captains faced each other, Roman noted the similarities in their faces. Where Herring’s nose was crooked, Logic’s was straight and while Logic had a scar running from his hairline to his jaw, Herring’s face was scar-free. Other than that, the two were identical.

Herring did not let go of Roman’s arm, instead, his hold tightened. Roman looked down questioning this action as Logic too looked on.

“What business would I have with a deckhand?” Logic asked. “He’ll die with the rest of your crew.”

“Brother, you have every reason to care,” Herring said confidently.

Herring nodded to Virgil and Virgil grabbed Roman’s other arm, letting go of the helm. Virgil nodded back to Herring and rolled up Roman’s sleeves. The writing remained on his arms. Roman’s eyes traveled to it, catching the meaning of one or two of the words as he went. Nothing important though.

“Captain?” Roman questioned when he remained restrained.

“Silence, Roman.”

“Jack, let him go,” Logic growled.

Roman looked to Logic in shock. Logic’s expression hardened as he tried to mask the growing fear in his eyes. Roman didn’t understand what would cause the pirate to have such fear. He didn’t understand why he was restrained. Did his soulmate know the pirate? That had nothing to do with him.

He moved his wrist to test the strength of the hold and Virgil tightened his hold on Roman’s arm and twisted it.

“Stop moving,” Virgil ordered.

Captain Herring unsheathed his sword and tugged Roman free of Virgil’s hold. He grabbed Roman around his chest and pressed his sword to Roman’s neck.

Roman stilled as the blade’s steel pressed against him, “Sir? Captain, why?”

Herring pressed the blade harder into his neck, breaking the skin and making Roman hiss in pain.

Logic growled, “Jack.”

“Let us pass and complete our voyage and your soulmate lives.”

“C-Captain, there must be a mistake!”

Herring pressed harder and Roman cried out in pain. Herring kept increasing the pressure. The pain burned in Roman’s neck, his knees growing weak.

“Now or never, Logan,” Captain Herring hissed. “He won’t last forever.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Virgil spoke calmly.

Roman glanced to the side without moving his head. The First Mate stabbed Herring in the chest, bringing his dagger down roughly. Herring’s grip on the sword lessened until it fell onto the deck, Herring himself falling shortly after.

Roman stumbled away, a hand flying to his neck to put pressure on the wound. Logic approached him, but Roman backed away from him.

“You need to be treated,” Logic said quietly.

“St-stay back! Both of you!” Roman shouted.

He flinched as he spoke, the cut in his neck flaring and burning. He swayed on his feet and threw out his arm to balance himself.

“Men, set fire to the ship!” Logic called to the lower deck.

“N-no . . .”

Roman’s knees gave out beneath him, hitting the wooden deck with an ungraceful thump. His vision blurred and turned to black.

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Roman’s neck was numb when he woke up. He felt stiff, yet he felt more comfortable than he had since he joined the Majesty.

“Are you awake?”

Roman blinked, shifting his head and hissing. The numbness in his neck began to slowly burn with pain. A hand gently pressed something cold to his neck, which soothed the burning.

“I haven’t wrapped the wound yet, but I will soon,” the voice promised.

Roman blinked again and saw Logic kneeling at his side. His eyes widened in panic but his body refused to move.

“I am sorry for what my brother has done, dearest Roman.”

“We can’t be soulmates,” Roman argued weakly. “We’re both-”

“Men? Yes, it’s possible, as a few members of my crew are soulmates. I am relieved. I have never met a woman who caught my eye.”

Roman listened closely, taking in the new possibility. He thought he was strange for how he felt about his soulmate until now, but perhaps it was more common than he thought.

Roman didn’t know what to do. It was a relief to know a woman didn’t lie on the other end of his bond, but a pirate? What actions could he take with such a soulmate. . . Would Logic allow him to live? To go free? No one who faced the pirate did.

“When I became Logic, I never expect we would meet.”

“And now that we have?”

Logic sighed and wiped his hands off on a cloth, which he then placed on the nightstand.

“I suppose it is up to you. I will not keep my soulmate as a prisoner, but you are welcome to stay, as my guest or as a member of my crew. We are near our retirement to the mainland, after which I plan to return to my family’s estate,” Logic said.

“You’re retiring?”

Logic nodded, “I do not wish to be hung one day and have gained enough riches to live comfortably, as ex-merchant Logan Herring. I guarded my identity fiercely so that I could return to life on land.”

Retirement was a concept Roman understood, having initially taken Captain Herring’s offer so that he may retire one day. But a pirate? Returning to society after having shunned it and run to the sea? Roman didn’t understand Logic, or well, Logan.

“What does that mean for me?” Roman asked.

Logan hummed, “Well, we can see where this goes.”

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Virgil and Roman aesthetic!!(in four ways!) I fell in love with them so this came out! @quietlypondering it’s not a story about them but it’s something!

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To tend thee is my care

ACT I

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Characters: Virgil, Nonbinary!Roman

Summary: You’ve heard of enemies to lovers now get ready for acquaintances to friends to now we’re fighting because I’m scared of your rejection so I’m pretending it’s your fault when it clearly is mine to friends again, even though you’re an idiot, but I still love you to lovers. 

Roman and Virgil are both part of the theater group of their school, Roman is one of the actors, while Virgil is the head of the stage design group. Despite being in the same year and having lessons in the same building, they hadn’t really ever talked to each other, but everything was about to change when the teachers, heads of the whole theater group, announced that they were going to challenge themselves by presenting one of Euipides’ last plays: The Bacchantes. Follow our two main characters helping each other out as one is forced to learn how to act in a matter of months and the other goes through a journey of self-discovery as he studies his role.

Pairing(s): Prinxiety (I’m unpredictable)

Warning(s): Mild swearing, Death mention (mostly when talking about the tragedy), Blood mention (once), Negative thinking, Implied toxic parenting (once), [Me projecting heavily onto Virgil (also Ro at some point)]

A/n: I’ve been writing this for months and I can’t explain how proud I am to show you guys this! Before you start reading, I want to inform you that the school system I write about here is not the American one since I know little to nothing about it. Instead I’ll be using the one of my country for reasons of simplicity. (All names I use here are invented, so you can place the events wherever you’d like.) I thought about doing a long for this plot but I chose to write a one shot instead, since it’s pretty long I decided to divide it into two acts, the second one is coming very soon. I studied and read the whole play translated in my original language, that’s where the inspiration for my au came from. All the English translations I used for the play are from here, here and here. The song mentioned is So Contagious by Acceptance. That being said, hope you enjoy!

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What now?

It was during an October’s Tuesday that Virgil had started panicking due to school stress.

It wasn’t like his teachers hadn’t been pressuring his class ever since they entered their first fifth year lesson: partly because of the final exams, the rest of the time they asked about their university choices.

This year’s archaeological excavation, an experience reserved only to the students of his course, was also placed exactly in those three weeks of October were the theater group had started.

Tuesday in October for Virgil meant lessons until half past midday, research for the upcoming excavation exhibition until two p.m., theater club for an hour, then back to doing research with one of his teachers and half of his classmates until 17:00.

In all honesty, he wouldn’t have minded being buried alive when they’d have to cover back up the site.

Virgil had tried convincing himself that it wasn’t really that hard, besides the club had just started and the first few days were mostly focused on helping the first years settle, be comfortable with the teachers and also test out their abilities. And this one was only the second meeting.

But, of course, his day had to get worse. Life was trying him, and boy, did he hate sudden drastic changes.

It was when he noticed all the odd attention he was getting by the teachers that he realized something was definitely going to go wrong.

Everyone took a seat on the wooden bleachers of the old gym, they were basically attached to the pavement and the obnoxious yellow-painted walls of the large room. A quick glance around and you had the feeling that everything was going to collapse at any moment.

Virgil saw some familiar faces, some new ones, but he definitely couldn’t forget about the regulars: his beloved stage deseign group, which were a bunch of students that the teacher trusted him enough to take care of and teach them what they had to do during shows and how to prepare the stage. And next to them some actors from the last three years, Dave, Bonnie, Lukas and Roman.

He and Roman were the only ones brave enough to stick around even during the toughest year of that hellhole, so everyone silently respected them. And just as much as Virgil helped the newcomers in his group, Roman was happy to lend a hand in acting along side the most talented fourth and third years above mentioned.

« Well hello and welcome back here, guys! » Mrs. Michaelis had started, clasping her hands together, she was an English grammar and literature teacher.

After making sure everybody had arrived, they explained that since the week after they were going to see the first years’ “auditions” as they liked to call them, but they were really simply methods to check how promising someone could be at acting.

« I know this may sound shocking, we still can’t believe it- »

« Mostly because normally it takes us a couple of months before choosing a script. » Mrs. Eagan, an ancient Greek and Latin teacher, had interrupted, causing multiple chuckles from the students.

« … As I was saying, yes. We already know the play that we’ll be covering this year, we also have scripts ready for almost everybody. But there’s some news! »

« This year we decided to sign up our group and participate to some kind of challenge! » murmurs began to fill the room, as uneasiness set in Virgil’s stomach. Why make things harder for everybody? Wasn’t it just as good doing a simple show one night and one morning?

« Some, let’s say, “judges” are going to attend our play and afterwards, if they’re satisfied enough, they will let us take our production to the biggest local theater! »

The murmurs transformed into gasps, that theater was placed in the city of their province, getting an invitation was a huge challenge.

« And our play is going to be … » Mrs. Eagan’s eyes met Virgil’s and fixated on them. That’s when he began overthinking. Why was she looking directly at him? That never meant good news. « … Euripides’ tragedy, The Bacchantes. »

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Only his eyes widened among the confused looks of most of the students. He had studied that play, along side many other ones, in his fourth year. He did truly love them, but damn him if they weren’t already a challenge to portray.

« That’s right Virgil, you know it. » why was also the English teacher giving him his attention? What were they planning, did he have to explain the play to everybody?

All the students turned to face him, some quietly asking what was the plot, some fourth years of his same course demanded to know if it was a difficult topic.

« Easy now, everybody, he’s already been tested last year by Mr. Richardson. » one of the teachers interrupted, walking closer to the spot where Virgil sat, for some reason he had found himself next to the “talented actors group”.

They explained the plot for everybody after that.

« We know it might be real tough, so this year we already agreed on the roles beforehand. Don’t worry, if you didn’t get your time to shine this year, in the next ones you totally will. »

Wait, he wasn’t part of the actors group, why did this have anything to do with him? Why were they still staring at him?

To his relief, the teachers addressed the newcomers first. « We were thinking about giving the role of the chorus to the first and second years, they have long bits, but we can split them instead of making you all recite them, so that you don’t feel too burdened and the role becomes easy for all of you. »

« The roles of the messengers will be given to our third years, messengers are used to explain everything that happens that does not happen on scene. One of the rules for tragedies was that the scene had to take place in the same time and place. Also, they didn’t show blood and/or murders/suicides on scene. They were all narrated. »

« As for our three fourth years. » they looked over Virgil’s shoulder to Dave, Lukas and Bonnie. « Your roles will be Cadmus, Tiresias and Agave. They play a very important part in the whole story, we trust you’ll do a great job. »

« As for our main characters, Pentheus and Dionysus … » they set their eyes on Roman, who looked more expectant than ever.

But then they also shifted their glances to Virgil.

« We were thinking our only fifth years could have their roles as a good way of saying goodbye to them, since this will be their last play. » everybody else was nodding in agreement, Roman was beaming but slightly confused. Wasn’t Virgil part of the stage design group?

In fact, our little emo kid could only look back in disbelief.

« Roman, Virgil, would you like to become a king and a god, respectively? »

What now?

As the beloved actor was about to answer, Virgil interrupted with a shy apology. « I’m sorry, but there must be a mistake, I’m not part of the actors group, I’ve never acted in the past four years, actually. »

« We know Virgil, but we really thought it might be such a nice way of thanking you guys for your contributions all these years. »

Oh yes, you’re right, putting me in a stress condition by making me do something I have no idea about for a big project that could take us to one of the largest theaters of the country is definitely the best choice you could have made.

All he was able to say was a stuttering noise, as they continued with their little speech. « And Roman is such a good actor, he’s going to help you for sure, aren’t you? »

The mentioned boy nodded vigorously, then proceeded to show one of his brightest smiles. « I always come to the rescue of my fellow actors in need. »

Yeah. Amazing. He was stuck with their decision.

« Besides you already probably know each other pretty well by now, so it won’t be a problem! »

The two students looked at each other. The recognizable expressions of two teens that, despite being in the same year and club, had never said a single word to each other apart from when needed during rehearsals.

« … Right. »

« But what about my group then? » Virgil questioned, he was definitely not going to leave them behind just like that.

« You don’t have to worry about them. This year your History of Art teacher will be lending a hand with the stage and volunteered to be the head of the group. »

Right. Mr. Williams, one of the only teachers that were pretty tolerable in his class.

« And look at them. » he did so, and he was met with happy smiles and encouraging faces. « I’m sure they’ll do a good job after four years with you by their side. Right, Anastasia? »

Anastasia was one of the oldest of the bunch, if not one of the wisest and most skilled, sometimes they wondered if she could just do anything that crossed her mind. « You got it! » she leaned in as if to get closer to the older boy. « We’ll be cheering for you Virge! » she concluded, followed by a couple of “Yeah!“s.

Everybody was so joyful and expectant that he couldn’t help but comply, so he decided to simply sigh and reply with nothing.

As the teachers continued with their topics for the meeting, Virgil couldn’t help but have a single thought in his mind.

This is going to be the most awkward thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.

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As soon as the meeting came to an end, Virgil was fast to get up and rush towards the dungeon’s stairs that would lead again to the surface. Basically there were two buildings, the school and the gym, linked by a little dungeon were there were all the labs and computer rooms.

He had to get back to the library as soon as he could, or god knows what “you’re late” speech his teacher would have given him. He was always literally on the verge of marking his students as absent if they didn’t show up to the lesson in the exact minute before the bell rang.

Virgil decided to panic about the dumpster fire that had come his way during the meeting after that. One issue at a time. First of all, he had to reach the stairs’ gate and push-

« Hey! Wait for me. »

God, he didn’t have time for this. He kept walking, ignoring the voice behind him and hoping for it to give up and leave him to his well-deserved peace and quiet. At least for three minutes.

As he walked, he found none but Roman himself matching his pace and walking by his side with a curious look. Who could blame him for wanting to be nice?

« You forgot your stuff in your classroom too? » he tried, not a brilliant starter for a conversation, but he had to get something out of the boy.

« No. » cut and dry, that was the only thing that Virgil dared to let escape his mouth.

« Where to, then? »

« The library. »

« Oh, are you waiting for a bus? Maybe I could keep you company. »

« Listen. » they made to a stop as they reached the last floor, not that far off from Virgil’s destination. « Today’s already been as stressful as it is, could you just … go straight to the point? I don’t have much time here. »

It was not like he had meant to sound rude, it wasn’t like it was his purpose either to brush off someone just like that or to see the other boy’s hurt expression. But he had reached a limit in which he didn’t really care-

« Oh, my apologies, then. »

And there was the guilt.

« I was just wondering if we could exchange numbers, if it isn’t uncomfortable for you. I guess we’ll need to hang out in the future. » he tried to sound as confident as he could, but it was as if “awkward” was scribbled all over his face.

« Sure, are you asking me on a date next? » with all the sarcasm injected in his words, he sure as hell wasn’t expecting Roman’s remark.

« Well, if you wouldn’t mind. » a sly smile made its way through the actor’s face, but was soon replaced by a troubled expression when he saw Virgil’s eye roll and sigh.

« Was I … was I too straightforward? I didn’t- »

« You’re fine, calm down. » Virgil quickly took out his phone and unlocked it before passing it to the other student. As he quietly typed after a murmured “alright”, Virgil couldn’t help but wonder if he had ever upset anyone with his bold statements. It wasn’t like this town was open minded, while he seemed … particularly flamboyant.

Before he could finish his thoughts, he had his phone back in his hands and the not-so-much-stranger-anymore was already heading towards his classroom to get his backpack.

« I sent myself a message. » he warned, then he disappeared and reappeared in a matter of seconds, marched down the hall and flashed him a toothy smile while waving his hand.

« Don’t be a stranger, I’ll see you tomorrow! »

Virgil only nodded and found it impossible to take his eyes off of him until the last lock of hair had vanished down the stairs, wondering what had just happened. Maybe that was the magic that worked on his public every year.

He gave a rapid look at the screen of his phone, noticing that the boy had saved himself as “Princey” with a star emoji right next to it.

This time, he entered the library with an amused expression.

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Roman kept repeating in his mind that it wasn’t his fault.

Yes, it was Firday. Yes, he had gone the rest of the days without a single word to Virgil, not even when he noticed him in the halls during break or when they either entered or left school. Some days he didn’t even see him.

Yes, he could have texted him. But it felt too weird, yet, they didn’t know each other at all! Plus they didn’t even have the script ready.

Yes, he felt like he had the weight of this play’s success completely on his shoulders and depending on him and still shied away from acknowledging it.

But Virgil kept avoiding him! He couldn’t do much without him.

If he saw him during the ten minutes break, Virgil would walk past him without a second thought as if he didn’t think he needed to talk to him.

Some other times he pretended he didn’t even see him. It was getting tough to even have his attention anymore, as if he had to be added to the mean girls table. He needed a miracle.

And maybe the deities were in his favor that day.

As Roman walked down the path that was made next to the plaza, he noticed a familiar little figure sitting on a bench with a backpack next to him and earbuds in his ears. He was watching in front of him as life flew by and didn’t notice Roman approaching at all.

« Virgil? »

The boy in front of him jerked his head up and took out both of his earbuds; his clothes looked much more worn and randomly put together, as if he had dressed himself in the dark. What got Roman the most was the quantity of dirt that was on them and … was that blood under some of his nails?

Roman dropped his bag on the bench, worry expanding in his chest. « Oh my goodness are you okay? » he made to reach for his hand, only to stop himself just in time to remind him of personal space.

Virgil gave him a confused look and brought his fingers to his eyes, close enough to examine them. « Not again. » he groaned, a huff coming out of his lips.

« Wait, I should have something. »

« You don’t have to, it’s noth- »

« Here! » Roman grabbed a box from his bag triumphantly, he took a couple of plasters and waved them in front of the other.

« Why do you even have so many? »

« What can I say, I’m a clumsy person. »

« Mh. Charming. »

« At least I rescued you! Now, show me your hands. » he ordered, but as soon as he saw Virgil’s mouth open to argue, he was ready to remark « I don’t care if you can do this by yourself, you have literally injured fingers, let me help. »

Seeing that there was no other way out of it, he complied.

As soon as he placed his hands over his fingers, Roman couldn’t help but notice how different their skin tones really were compared to one another, sure the difference was obvious at first glance, but seeing it this close was completely something else. He gently dabbed the fresh blood away with a tissue he had taken out with the box a few instants earlier.

Three plasters and a thank you later, the concerned face came back again and Virgil wanted nothing more than the sweet liberation of death. What was his deal, did he never dig on dirt as a child?

« How did you get hurt? »

Virgil simply pointed behind his shoulders, where Roman could only see a huge pile of dirt resting against a tree. He tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy, a sight the other would have found endearing if only he wasn’t so exasperated and tired.

« I’ve been working all day, Princey. »

Roman smiled at the familiar nickname, but still found confusion in his thoughts. « Aren’t you supposed to be at school? »

« It’s linked to school. Haven’t you heard of the excavations that our school is doing? »

Now that he mentioned that, he had heard a bunch of things, but never really paid attention since it was something that wasn’t related to his course.

Roman attended the Languages course, in which he could learn Spanish and French, other than his mother language, with literature comprehended, and all the experiences linked to it were the cultural exchanges during the third and fourth years.

Virgil, otherwise, was part of the Classical course, meaning that he had signed his death certificate by committing to five years of learning ancient Greek and Latin plus the respective literature as main subjects. But other than that and the famous one week school trip to Greece every three years, Roman had no clue what they did other than study until they couldn’t remember their own names, just like any other student.

Yeah, they couldn’t say their school system was perfect.

« I don’t exactly know every detail. Are you guys doing this? »

« Kind of. What we’re doing is carry on with the work we did the past two years, where we had opened other excavations. Let’s say we’re looking for clues. We’re supervised by an actual archaeologist though. »

« That’s so cool! Did you find any gold? » Virgil wasn’t really expecting such excitement coming from Roman. Apart from the all too familiar question, he often found his interlocutors to be pretty uninterested by the topic.

« No gold, but … remember last Tuesday? » Roman nodded attentively.

« On that morning, during one of Mr. Richardson’s lessons, one of our classmates video-called us saying there was an urgent matter to show us. They had found possibly a Roman coin. » he tried to bite back the smile that threatened to form on his lips at the joyful memory, but nothing could take away that particular twinkle in his eyes.

« Are you serious?! That’s wonderful, what if you find a hidden treasure? »

« Unlikely, but it would be nice. »

« Wow. » Roman breathed out, staring at the scene beside his … new acquaintance? « How did you hurt yourself, anyway? »

« See that pile of dirt? I’ve been scanning every bucket full of soil that was thrown in there. My job was searching in the dirt for possible relics that were missed out while others did the digging. We installed a little assembly line. And running your fingers through that for hours makes you sore I guess. »

« That doesn’t seem very fun, though. »

Virgil shrugged. « I didn’t mind. I like working by myself, especially when the job is as simple as it is important. » And it was true, it wasn’t like the archaeologist put him there because he was just hopeless with the other instruments, every little clue was important and looking for them was a crucial point that can be easily taken care of if you’re a perfectionist.

Plus, the archaeologist seemed to have taken a liking into Virgil, so that didn’t make him feel left out at all.

« Even though, today one of my classmates came to help me. » the boy turned to see that Roman was still listening to him, with no intention of changing the subject. That was new, too.

« You know those terribly annoying ones? He slowed down our chain to the point that he had to argue with this girl that was in dire need of empty buckets while we still had all of them full because he wanted to look through every inch of dirt before handing it out. » he let out a deep sigh, as if he had just been venting for hours.

« That was pretty idiotic, what happened then? »

« Uh, well, we went back to working, just as I was doing before he came to help. »

Roman snorted, imagining the scene in front of his eyes. « So he made a fuss only for it to go back as before and prove him wrong. I’d say he’s pretty amazing. »

« Yeah. » Virgil agreed, « Anyway, sorry for rambling. » he added in a lower tone, while checking his phone for notification, before putting it away quickly.

Roman arched his eyebrow at his words. « As someone who whines constantly, I don’t really think you should worry. »

At least, that succeeded to steal a chuckle from the tired one.

« Did you find anything? » Virgil was really starting to believe this guy couldn’t have a minute of pure silence.

« Well, there’s always a couple of bones, some weird ferric objects, teeth and … » he stopped, remembering the event of the week before.

This time, a wide smile appeared before he could stop it as he searched through his phone’s camera gallery; it was the one thing he was real proud of, possibly the prettiest of his findings.

He handed the phone over to Roman, whose eyes widened at the sight, in front of him he could see a pic of a piece of ceramic with white, brown, yellow and blue decorations, dirt was still covering it, but you could already make out how beautiful it was.

« You found this in here? »

« Yes, it was amazing. I was standing there, » he pointed to a vague direction in front of the dirt pile, excitement rising in his chest as he remembered. « and someone was throwing the dirt on the pile and I recognized the bottom of the piece. We had already found other ceramics and I was hoping it was one too. So I picked it up as soon as I spotted it and there were at least three inches of dirt on top. I moved it away with my thumb and I was met with that decoration. I think I might have yelled. » he leaned in to take another look at the pic, as if never satisfied with it.

Roman certainly didn’t miss how bright he appeared when he was talking about the excavation, all the tiredness was gone and the pain in his whole body caused by eight hours of work was long forgotten. He looked genuinely happy, a contrast to his unusual dark and broody persona.

« Did you choose you university yet? » he had a thought, while handing the phone back, which could have maybe helped the injured boy.

« Jumping a bit? Uh, no, honestly I have no idea. »

« Ever thought of doing something with archaeology? »

« Uhm … » Virgil tapped his fingers on his palm. It wasn’t like he hadn’t considered the possibility in the past, but he had been told that it was probably too hard and maybe too boring from his point of view. On the other hand he truly enjoyed working in the site …

« You still with me, buddy? You don’t have to choose in the next five minutes. »

« Shut up, I was thinking. »

« Your thinking is too loud. »

« And here I was considering you as actually not that bad. »

« I know you secretly admire me. »

« The important thing is you believe that. »

Their wise and profound conversation was interrupted by Virgil’s ringtone going off, he picked up, had a brief talk and tucked the phone away in his pocket.

« My mother’s arrived to pick me up. » he informed, pointing at a car parked a few feet away from them.

They both stood up, but none of them made to move at all.

« Uh, I was thinking … » Roman struggled to find the right words, as if anything he said might offend Virgil at any given moment. « I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but maybe we could meet up sometimes to talk about the play? Or I could start helping you as soon as we get the scripts. »

Virgil made a face, as if he had been trying to forget a bad nightmare and had just been reminded of it. Still, he had no right to escape that any further, and he was already anxious about not being able to make it in time, even before he could start learning his lines. So maybe starting to work on it sooner wasn’t that bad of an idea.

« Sounds good. » he hesitated, not sure how to continue, when an idea sparked in his mind. « Maybe I could give you some insight on the tragedy. »

« That’d be awesome! When are you free? »

Hah. « During week-days I’m busy until five p.m. everyday. At least for another week, when this project will be over. »

That explained why he was still in town at almost six p.m.

« You guys dig everyday? »

« Something like that. We’re divided into two groups and we dig every other day. When we don’t we still have to stay at school and do researches for the final exhibition. »

Roman’s eyes lit up at the last words, he was going to ask him about it the next time the occasion presented itself.

« That sucks. Okay, look, I don’t wanna steal anymore time from your beloved mother, so I’ll text about it to you later, okay? »

« Cool. » Virgil raised his hand and waved it ever so slightly.

Roman returned the good-bye and got back to his task, marching down the sidewalk, but as Virgil had just opened the door of his mother’s car, he remembered to yell “And don’t forget to get some rest, I’m starting to confuse your makeup with your dark circles!”.

Virgil got into the car with an exasperated sigh and found his mother giggling to herself while she looked at him.

« Was that a friend? »

« God I hope not. »

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Tuesday came back in a hurry, along with the theater club, some worried and some bored students. Virgil stood in the middle of “time to panic and/or cry” and “if I don’t fall into eternal slumber right now I will burn this building to the ground”.

If he could name some of the most atrocious backstabbers he had ever met, he’d instantly name his teachers: at first they told his class they’d make it easy for them since they were so busy with the project, now they pretended the students had to be more organized with their studying and homework. Tests and interrogations had been made despite them being at least nine hours at school instead of five, some even coming home later than that.

In a word, they didn’t care, it was the students’ fault.

Virgil had his back against the wall, sitting on the top step of the bleacher with his legs close to his chest, the meeting had been starting for a couple of minutes and, of course, he didn’t have anything to do except hating himself and wait for another uneventful hour to pass.

« Hey Gerard Way Too Dark, look what they gave me. »

Or maybe not.

Virgil looked up to be met with Roman standing in front of him with two binders in his hand: the two of them had agreed on meeting up only when school would let them breathe enough to find a single day where they were both free from studying. Which was yet to be a thing.

The beloved actor handed him one of the binders, it read the title of the play, the author and the characters. He didn’t like how his role was the very first one on the list.

« At last. » he dryly commented, flipping the pages quick enough to not read a single actual word out of it.

Roman sat down next to him and examined the first page, as if looking for some kind of unspoken treasure, then he turned to take out a stash of highlighters Virgil had no clue where he kept. He showed them to him, waiting for him to pick a color.

By the looks of them, they seemed brand new and neatly arranged in the colors of the rainbow. Virgil picked out the lilac one, he had always preferred the gentler colors, it made it easier to study with the lights on.

His colleague chose the red one and began going through the pages and highlighting all the lines he had to learn as Pentheus.

Silently, Virgil did the same with the lines Dionysus said, recalling the scenes as he went through them. Though … he noticed there were far too many. He never realized how impossible it looked in his eyes until he had it plainly laid out in front of him.

Great, you’re going to mess this up, you won’t ever be able to do this in time. Plus you’re probably going to forget everything the moment right before going on stage. Who thought this was going to be a good id-

« Are you okay down there? »

He didn’t realize he was rubbing at his face with his hands, while trying to shake off the storm forming in his mind. In doing so, he had also let the marker fall to the wooden step with a clatter, which caught the other’s attention.

« Yeah, ’m just tired. » he managed to let out through his fingers in a muffled sound.

Roman made a humming noise, then proceeded to cast aside all his stuff and let himself relax against the wall. « Then I’d say we call it a day and sleep until it’s time to part ways. »

Virgil looked at him, surprise written all over his face, wasn’t he supposed to work even harder than normal because of the occasion? Either way, he mirrored the boy, pulling up his hood so that he could find some comfort.

« I think I’m too worried about all this mess, » he retorted, gesturing at his script. « to be able to even close my eyes. »

« Then tell me about it. »

He considered the option, he did actually promise him he’d do it before, besides he’d be distracting himself from the impending doom, be actually productive and explaining the tragedy to the actor. A double win for both parties.

« The story is centered around this group of Bacchantes that came from Asia and want to enter Thebes and spread their cult, they’re also guided by a lone nomad that none knows is actually Dionysus, the founder of the cult itself. » he turned to face Roman, in a silent “tell me where I lose you” manner.

« They are stopped by Pentheus, now king of the city, son of Agave and nephew of Cadmus, the founder of Thebes. Tiresias is a famous seer that understands the potential of the cult and invites Cadmus to preach the god with him. They try to reason with Pentheus, but it’s all in vain. In the meantime, while this king is busy insulting the cult, Dionysus makes all the women of the city go mad and follow the Maenads. »

« Payback? »

« More like first warning. » Virgil counted to one on his right hand for emphasis. « After that, Pentheus sent his soldiers to capture him. And they succeeded, he didn’t resist and kept up his act, only to free himself of the chains thanks to his magic. When Pentheus found him, Dionysus pretended he was helped by the god and began charming him until the king gave in. »

« You mean, how he made him dress up as a Maenad? »

« Yes, but not only he did that, he drove him crazy, too. » did anyone else ever notice the slight green spots in Roman’s brown eyes or was it just the trick of the light? Virgil couldn’t tell, so he decided to explain further. « Pentheus claimed to be seeing double and having hallucinations. He was also very careful of his clothes, hair and posture, he wanted to be the perfect Maenad. He tried to convince himself it was for disguise purposes, but in my opinion he was rather enjoying that dress-up. »

« Really? » Roman questioned, he still had to look into his character, the more he knew about him, the better he could portray him. He always took every bit of information he could find, to the point in which he could somehow relate to them or at least be able to link him and the role. That way, he was able to love acting as every single one of them.

« You need to read their last conversation. Even you would say that at first glance. Anyway, the play ends with the Bacchantes shredding to pieces the body of Pentheus. The practice is called “sparagmòs”. After that Agave and Cadmus have a touching scene and it ends there. A bit shocking for her since she just killed her son, but the god made sure the women all saw a beast instead. »

« That’s cruel, though. »

« Princey, he disrespected a fucking god, dying is the least that could happen to him. »

There was the nickname again. And, as if on cue, Roman’s lips twitched into a small smile that disappeared right after. He wasn’t aware of the reason why he didn’t want to get caught, but … did Virgil really not remember?

« He didn’t give him a chance to apologize! »

« Then again, the cult of the Bacchantes includes a ritual where a human needs to be sacrificed. If he had ever been sorry, Dionysus would have probably ordered him to sacrifice himself so that he could be satisfied and purified by his action. »

« Okay, okay. » Roman put his hands up in surrender. « I recognize I’m talking to a smart one over here, I give up. » he pretended he was waving a white flag to his side.

Virgil chuckled at his words. « I’m actually just average, but I can be passionate about some things, too. »

« Just average? I doubt all of your classmates still remember the entire plot of a tragedy and also can provide conspiracy theories. »

« Conspiracy- what are you talking about? »

« You know I’m right, you were totally on the verge of geeking out about this one. C'mon who’s your favorite character? » the actor mocked resting his face on his palms while a sly expression surrounded him.

« I will throw you off the stairs the next chance I have. »

« Good luck with that since you can’t even reach. »

Oh that was the last fucking straw.

Virgil turned his head to look at him in the eyes so rapidly that Roman feared his neck would give in and break right then and there. But the most disturbing image was the rage that was forming around the boy’s aura.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t the wisest thing to-

Virgil surged forward in a sudden movement and the actor jumped away pleading for salvation, it was only when he heard a foreign laugh that he turned around only to be met with the same dark and stormy guy, doubled over himself with laughter, teasing Roman.

« Did you seriously think I was going to attack you? »

« You can be scary sometimes, shut up! » heat began running in Roman’s cheeks out of embarrassment and he pretended nothing happened while Virgil quieted down next to him.

It was exactly in that moment that the meeting was called off.

As Roman followed him to the library, he wondered if that was going to be a regular thing after-

You idiot, this is the last week of your project.

« Oh, by the way. » Virgil stopped at the top of the stairs. « Don’t take it personally if I brush you off or disappear for the next few days, but the exhibition’s coming and I still have no idea what to say. »

« Talking about efficiency. » the actor rolled his eyes, recalling a few other examples he could give on the marvelous organization of teachers.

« Yeah, our teacher gave us tons of useful information. » he dead-panned, approaching the library’s doors.

« I will forever respect you for putting up with Mr. Richardson. »

That was able to get a chuckle out of Virgil.

« See you around, Pentheus. »

And with that, Roman was left walking home by himself with the warm feeling of having made a new possible friend spreading in his chest.

✾✾✾✾

It was Saturday morning when he noticed the fliers hanging around school. They showed a bunch of excavation pics and the subject of an archaeological exhibition centered around the school’s town. Roman took note of the date: it was exactly that same day!

So that was how he found himself during afternoon pacing around the plaza and stepping into an old tower, where a little crowd of at least fifteen people of all ages were standing and listening attentively to a student. There was only a little group of them, which he figured was because the exhibition took place multiple times during the week.

He just wondered if he had been lucky enough to find …

As he made his way through the front, so that he could see all the materials and boards exposed he heard the female voice say « Now I will turn it over to my classmate, Virgil! »

As soon as he heard his name, he followed her gaze and finally met an unusual sight: instead of the usual hoodie, he wore a black button up shirt and skinny dark blue jeans that might as well have been mistaken for the same other color. So he did know how to be fancy if he wanted.

Before he began explaining, he noticed Roman standing right next to their theater teachers and bit back a smile. He didn’t recall inviting him, actually he hadn’t wanted anyone he knew to witness him mess everything up as he was used to do. So what was he doing there?

Virgil welcomed everybody once again, then turned over to all the materials exposed.

And when he started talking, Roman was enthralled.

He didn’t know if it was the way the words rolled down his tongue, how he brushed the objects as if they were sacred treasures that would turn into dust at the slightest touch, or the sparkle in his eyes when he took in everybody’s attention and curiosity.

But there was a thing he did recognize: it was passion, that was definitely what he was radiating, the one emotion he knew all too well which helped him getting his public hanging at the edge of their seats.

And this time, he was the hooked one.

The two locked eyes multiple times, Virgil was surprised enough to find comfort in having someone to constantly smile at him, or in Mrs. Eagan’s nodding, in all those mouthed “you’re doing great”. He couldn’t stop going back at them everytime he looked up.

Before anyone knew it, his time was over and the group moved onto the last part of the exhibition, which was outside; the crowd followed the last student to the site that was still open and the remaining students in the room sighed with relief as Mr. Richardson followed them too for the final thanks.

Some minutes and a standing ovation later, Roman was already back into the small room as bright as ever, walking toward his favorite little archaeologist.

Virgil paced towards him at the same time, hissing a “what are you doing here?” while a small grin let itself spread on his face.

With no warning and an abrupt move, Roman’s arms had already wrapped themselves around the other boy’s upper chest, lifting him a little in the process.

Well, that was definitely new.

Not being used to such excitement, Virgil was only able to awkwardly return the hug after an initial moment of vacillation. Seeing his energy on stage was a thing, experiencing it like that was completely something else, but deep in his heart he knew it wasn’t a habit he wouldn’t have liked to adapt to.

Wait, what was that thought coming from? Why would he have to adapt to anything, he was just going to help him through acting and that was it.

Still, a new friend wasn’t a bad idea either …

« You did amazing! » was what Virgil heard after being released from the embrace, but not quite completely as Roman was still holding onto his arms.

He blinked a few times. « What are you talking about, I messed up and started stuttering at one point- »

« Oh shut up and let me compliment you, I didn’t even remember you did, king of modesty. »

« More like king of self-deprecation. »

« Can you stop for once in your life? »

Right in the short amount of time they weren’t talking, a single line caught their attention.

« Look at all this trash. »

What?

« Yeah, these are all so obviously fake. »

Thunderstorms.

Thunderstorms and lightning, howls of rage formed in Virgil’s chest, burning in a bonfire which heat traveled through his blood and reached his eyes only to darken them with fury.

His body stiffened, he wanted to scowl at them and tell them how wrong they were, just how dare them invalidate all the hard work of three weeks?

« Oh, Virgil! » Roman seemed to distract him, but he had a plan in mind as he moved both of them close to the materials table. « Remember that day I visited you while you guys were digging? »

But there wasn’t any- was he onto something? « Oh, yeah, you were walking home from school and you decided to stop. » he played along, as his friend nodded, making sure to be heard by the rude couple.

In the meantime, one of the students had gone out to update their teacher on the situation.

« Yeah, when you found that beautiful ceramic piece! » Roman turned to recognize the piece he had seen in the pic he had been shown, then pointed it. « Is it that one? »

« Yes, I can pick it up for you. » Virgil did so as he spoke.

« Wow, it’s even more gorgeous. »

« We had a hard time cleaning everything, so we tried to do the best job we could. Getting dirt out of bones is also … not super easy. »

« You guys are awesome. » Roman kept glancing around the room arranged for the exhibition, while the now embarrassed couple decided to leave under the incinerating stare of Mr. Richardson who had just came in to witness the situation.

Everybody in the room went to either grin or laugh inside, while the two boys shared a high five.

After making sure everything was under control, the teacher decided to begin cleaning up the place, so all the guests that stayed to chatter were dismissed.

« Hey, uh … » Virgil struggled to get out his voice, a little for being tired, a little because in moments of shyness his tone would go out as nothing more than a simple mutter. « Thank you for earlier and … also for coming, I guess. »

« Both of them were my utter pleasure. » Roman had a thing for being extra, and if he chose that aesthetic, he better had to stick to it by doing a theatrical bow at his friend.

« You are a nerd. »

« With style! »

« Whatever helps you sleep at night. » Virgil turned around to face the tower and began walking away. « See you around, Princey. »

There went another one.

Roman had to giggle quietly to himself, every single time his mind traveled to that one particular moment back in the first year when-

« You know, this is what I was talking about. »

He felt a presence walking by his side, suddenly, and found Mr. Eagan glaring at him with an almost nostalgic look.

« I’ve been telling him for years that he has the acting potential. » she sighed while Roman simply nodded along. « He’s been getting better, you see this isn’t the first exhibition they do, I’ve seen them all. »

« Oh, really? »

« Yes. And you can totally sense how much emotion he’s putting, you can tell he’s invested. »

« I agree, I’ve had the occasion to see that. »

« And honestly I feel bad for forcing him into this play thing … but I’m sure he’s going to shine. I’m so proud of him. » she smiled at herself, then stopped in her tracks and looked up at her student. « And I’m also sure you’ll do a good job. Bring out his talent, Roman. In your own special way. »

He remained speechless for a moment, just how much trust did these teachers actually have in both of them? He found it endearing, he felt almost as if they had some kind of motherly appreciation towards them.

« Thank you. We’ll work very hard on this one, you’ll see! »

They exchanged their farewells and Roman headed home, this time by himself, having all kinds of thoughts in his mind.

But most of all, he felt worried.

All of a sudden, it seemed like a blank page was being replaced in his head instead of all the knowledge apprehended through his life.

He had no idea how to start helping Virgil.

✾✾✾✾

Despite the initial awkwardness, things had begun to go way better than both of them had imagined. The occasional staying late after the theater meetings had allowed them to grow closer, so much that they at least shared a few words during break every day at school. And that was a huge effort for Virgil as he preferred to stay in class where almost none hanged around and simply scroll through his phone, waiting for the last two dreadful hours of lessons.

And, well, random texts weren’t late to arrive to the party, too.

Princey: okay but can we talk about what an idiot Pentheus is?

Vee: this is a weird midnight text to get, but go off I guess

Princey: I’m serious! Come on, like why don’t you just let people do their thingsss

Vee: Oh you’re taking this to heart, alright

Princey: Yeah?? Am I not supposed to be emotionally invested in my own play?

Vee: You’re talking as if you’ve written it

Princey: Maybe I did

Vee: gasp are you Euripides reincarnated

Princey: The one and only

Vee: My apologies sir, you have all the rights to whine about your own plot

Vee: I also have no clue how you know english

Princey: It’s the muses’ power!

Vee: Melpomene?

Princey: Bless you

Vee: Wow okay, go to sleep

Princey: Sleep is for the weak

Vee: And you’re gonna be weak in the morning so it really doesn’t matter

Princey: Alright, mum, why would you stay up then?

Vee: Reasons

Princey: Are you still scrolling through Tumblr and sticking to your natural emo kid persona?

Vee: ouch

Vee: no,  but I’d love to

Princey: mhh then you forgot to do homework or study?

Vee: You know me, I’m too anxious about my parents’ judgment to do that

Princey: demanding parents?

Vee: sorta.

Princey: sore topic?

Vee: Yup.

Princey: Alright then, you’re watching a movie? An anime?

Vee: No, I’m just talking to an idiot who won’t go to sleep

Princey: Oh I see, sounds like a total badass guy fighting the system

Vee: Yeah, fighting his body’s shut down system if he doesn’t get enough sleep.

Princey: bold of you to say that when we’re in the same situation

Vee: listen we’re talking about you stay focused

Princey: you know I’m right

Princey: C'mon why are you still up

Vee: no reason tbh

Vee: I just can’t seem to fall asleep so I’m tyring myself out until I can pass out on my bed

Princey: thaaat doesn’t seem very healthy

Vee: I never said I wanted to take care of myself

Princey: LOVE  YOURSELF BITCH

Vee: HAH

Vee: no.

Princey: i will make you!!

Princey: one day we’ll have a big relaxation day and you will be able to see the beauty in yourself!!

Vee: sounds unrealistic i’m in

Princey: come on work with me emo nightmare

Vee: i’m too lazy to live i’m sorry

Princey: then why don’t you just s l e e p

Vee: bc my sleep schedule is a mess and i cant seem to even shut my eyes everything in my life is going straight in the trash can and uhhhhhh yeah everything sucks

Princey: woah slow down

Princey: okay look you’re having me a bit concerned here

Vee: haha no it’s the usual daily stuff for me

Princey: ……….. it shouldn’t be????

Vee: eh

Princey: hey, would you answer if I called you?

Vee: if this is because of what i’ve just said, you’re worrying too much

Princey: nah it’s just for a distraction

Princey: and maybe you’ll be able to fall asleep

Vee: are you implying your voice is boring or you want to sing me a lullaby?

Princey: i’ll pretend i didn’t read the first part but i’ll have you know i have a very beautiful singing voice

Vee: pf alright i’m not entirely convinced

Princey: i’ll buy both of us coffee at the vending machine tomorrow morning before the first lesson starts

Vee: okay i’m sold, hit me up

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« This is unacceptable! I’m sorry, our friendship has to end here, I’m leaving. »

« I’m telling you, I have my reasons. »

« You can’t just simply dislike Hercules! »

Virgil sighed in defeat and resigned in his plastic seat; Christmas holidays had been around for a week, new year’s was already approaching and two youngsters had decided to spend an afternoon together with the excuse of reading some lines out of their scripts and helping each other out.

It wasn’t really the first time they did that, plus with the arrival of winter it was a nice excuse to be comforted by a warm cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream.

Just like they were doing in that moment, only that it seemed that they had completely forgotten about the play because of how much they were invested in other topics. Such as, obviously, Disney movies.

« It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just … so wrong. »

« Oh my- it’s not Percy Jackson, it’s Disney, they’re allowed to take some creative liberties. »

« I know, but I didn’t watch it as a child, I saw it recently- »

« How dare you. »

« -shut up. What I mean is: my studies have ruined its likability. »

Roman closed his eyes and put his hands together in front of his face in an exasperated manner. « Then let’s hear these freaking reasons, enlighten my blindness, o wise one! »

Virgil couldn’t help but smirk as the other one huffed. « First of all, thank you for the compliment. »

« But, see, the first thing that got me was the character of Phil. The actual Philoctetes wasn’t a satyr, he was a hero that fought in the Trojan war who also happened to be Hercules’ friend at some point. »

« Well, they were linked in the end! »

« Let me finish. All the deeds that Phil claimed to have made? All those heroes he trained? Bullshit. Everything was done by Chiron, the only wise and composed centaur of greek mythology. And like centaurs were thought as savage beasts, satyrs were always linked to Dionysus and described as libidinal creatures. Philoctetes would have probably felt insulted. »

« Your studies may have ruined your view but you’re ruining my childhood right now. » Roman muttered the words as a childish pout formed on his lips.

« Ah, also Megara was a city, not a person. » said Virgil with nonchalance.

« WHAT. » the wide-eyed actor jumped in his seat and surged forward a little, blinking a few times.

Without expecting it, Virgil’s composed face contorted with a snort, which then grew into giggles and then again transformed into a genuine and amused laughter that couldn’t stop.

He tried to breathe in. « Princey, you- » he cut himself off as another wave of giggles hit him, so he held one hand up as if to tell him to wait until he could properly compose himself.

And Roman knew he otherwise would have felt offended, or at least in a playful way, he knew normally he would have instantly asked what was the matter. But he couldn’t really shake off the feeling of wanting to protect and carve this picture into his memory until it was the only thing he could remember.

And he truly wanted to share that angelic laughter, participate to the mirthful moment, yet he found himself solely staring at the unusual sight in pleasant disbelief at how stunning that scene was.

He could merely twitch his lips upwards and consider how much he adored hearing the nickname in such an entertained voice.

Something inside Roman clicked as Virgil finally gained enough breath, and he knew he was done for.

« Sorry, uh, » he was finally able to breathe out. «  I was actually messing with you. She did exist. »

He looked him in the eyes and all Roman could think was “finally”.

After a beat, noticing the other didn’t respond and assuming he was upset or something, he continued. « Though she and their children were afterwards killed by Hercules according to some. Others think he killed his children and Megara compelled him to commit suicide. Awful stories for great heroes, I guess. »

Roman, who was still starstruck, was only able to comment. « Breathtaking. »

Virgil made a face and lowered the cup he was raising to his lips. « What? »

« Uh … what? No I was just- the TV! Behind you, yes. I was commenting that. »

The confused one turned ever so slightly to quickly glance at the old black screen facing his back. « Alright, I won’t question your weird obsession with old style televisions. »

Nailed it.

Their discourse went on escalating to different topics, but never once brushing the fact that they met to keep up their theater practice, like good procrastinating students. It wasn’t like they were avoiding it on purpose, for the first time they felt like spending quality time with each other was their main priority.

« Okay, listen, Tripping in the Darkness. I went on a cruise once and even there I was able to reveal my beautiful voice. »

« So sorry for the passengers. »

« I should have left you outside freezing in the cold. » Roman scoffed after a beat.

« But you didn’t. »

« I’m starting to reconsider. »

« We both know you would never do it. »

« I forgive you only because you’re cute. » oh wait, oh wha- Roman immediately hid behind his cup, drinking the last remaining of his warm beverage. He hoped that the heat would rush off of his cheeks by the time he had finished.

« Wow, I’m flattered. » Virgil didn’t leave his sarcastic tone and didn’t seem to have noticed anything different, until he snorted out loud when he was met with Roman’s face after he lowered the cup.

Roman’s heart sank, was he still blushing? Was he already onto him? That was bad, that was-

« You got … » Virgil’s voice got back to being amused and he gestured towards his face. Oh, great, he had a chocolate-stained face now. Just what he needed.

« Where? Is it gone? » he frantically kept on asking as he wiped around his mouth and cheeks with his bare hand.

His friend shook his head. « Not even close. »

On a scale on one to Roman’s worst embarrassing moments compilation, he would have probably found himself on top of that very ranking, because after that Virgil simply reached for the container on the little table.

« For starters, you take a tissue. » while he did so, Roman could only watch as his friend  gently rubbed away the spot on the bridge of his nose. Oh. The cup did touch it earlier.

Alright that was awkward and I’m stupid, let’s move on.

But no, his brain had decided to short circuit and leave him to his impulsiveness; out of the blue, he grabbed Virgil’s wrist before he pulled away completely.

Virgil blinked, confused once again by his behavior. « Uh, what’s up? »

That’s when Roman’s mind finally snapped to reality and, of course, he panicked to find the best excuse he could permit, so he slid both of his hands to cage Virgil’s own. « You’re super cold! » he noticed, lowering their hands to rest on the table.

« Yeah? It’s minus degrees outside? And I’m often anxious? »

« Oh, right. » why was he feeling more sympathetic than usual? « Then, I shall protect you from both! »

« By holding my hand? »

« By making sure your heat level is within the parameters! »

« Alright, Doc. I’ll trust you. »

That was how they ended up holding hands for the rest of the day without even realizing until they had to part.

« You sure you don’t want me to accompany you to the parking lot? »

« I’m fine, don’t mind. »

They were standing out of the cafe to exchange their goodbyes, about to head for different streets and eventually go home.

« You know, you didn’t really have to pay for me, I’m not broke. » Virgil talked in little puffs of condensed air, hands in his pockets and trying to shake off the cold stinging sensation that pierced his skin.

« Oh, soft you now, »

« Is that a fucking Hamlet quote? »

« -it is my duty to ensure your well-being. Plus I know you hate talking to cashiers, so. »

« You’re the worst, but thank you. » Virgil rolled his eyes. « I still feel like I owe you one now, though. »

Well you could just kiss me whenever you feel like, a part of Roman’s brain noted. Uhm, what the fuck is your problem? Responded the other.

« Nah, I’ll probably forget it by the next time we talk. » he admitted, ignoring the weird thoughts that were happening in his mind, a mind that needed to shut up for at least a single second.

Virgil muttered an “alright” and was about to turn around and wave him off, like he always did, when he was confronted by a simple demand.

« Uh, can I, like, hug you? »

He stopped in his tracks, considering for a moment, before a “sure” escaped his lips and he started nodding.

Roman stepped closer and wrapped his arms around his chest, content and making a little pleased sound as the other returned the hug. He wasn’t sure why he was being so uncertain that day.

« Bye, Virge! » he called out as he stepped away from his friend and began walking home.

Virgil waved in return and immediately took out his phone and earbuds: after hitting shuffle he was fast to recognize the song by the first chords.

Acceptance, huh? He had discovered their song back in middle school. Boy, did he try so hard to be edgy. Still, certain songs weren’t really that bad.

Oh no, this couldn’t be more unexpected.

He had just made to turn the corner of a mansion’s fence when a realization struck him. And he was still subtly smiling because of it.

He somehow hadn’t been aware of it in the moment, probably because of their distracting conversation.

The lyrics went by in his ears and he almost didn’t even notice the words flowing in his head as that little memory of their afternoon occupied his mind.

Could this be out of line? To say you’re the only one breaking me down like this.

Roman had been brushing his thumb against his skin for almost all the time he had been holding onto his hand earlier.

He also had hugged him a little bit tighter than how he remembered back in October. And he was very excited too, that day.

And yeah, the majority of sane people would have found the situation simply nice or just a normal friendly action. But Virgil?

Come to think of it, I’m aching.

Yeah, he was already burying his face in his hoodie. God, was that heat rushing at his cheeks? Did his body really want to make it any more obvious?

On account of my transgression, will you welcome this confession?

Oh god, oh fu-

Virgil exhaled deeply and rubbed at his face with his hands, an unwelcome warm feeling spreading in his chest, it felt like as if someone was lighting a fire in there, not caring for the emotional damage that they were about to cause. Like a firework sent up in the middle of the night only to startle you enough to wake you up in a cold sweat and thumping heart.

Keep me hanging on so contagiously.

Virgil abruptly ripped the earbuds away from his ears and stuffed everything in his pockets as he leaned on his school’s gate, staring at the parking lot in front of him. His parents had yet to arrive to pick him up.

He had enough time to calm down.

« Well, I’m fucked. »

Maybe.

✾✾✾✾

Princey: HAPPY NEW YEAR V!!

Vee: yeee here’s to another shitty one

Princey: AW COME ON try to be a bit more upbeat

Vee: YEEE HERE’S TO ANOTHER SHITTY ONE!!!!

Princey: THAT’S MORE LIKE IT COMRADE

Vee: wtf okay

Princey sent a pic

Vee: are those streamers in your hair?

Vee: and … glitter?

Princey: don’t question it it’s your turn now send me something

Vee: i don’t think that’s how it works

Princey: do iiiiiit scaredy cat

Vee: fine

Vee sent a pic

Princey: .. wait

Princey: Are you in bed?

Vee: On the couch, actually

Vee: if that’s what you’re asking yes, i’m at home

Princey: and you’re not having fun? Are you okay??

Vee: yes don’t worry

Vee: i’m by myself

Princey: WHAT

Vee: gee it’s not that weird

Princey: no it’s just i thought you were out with friends

Vee: were all busy

Vee: but it’s fine, i don’t really appreciate big and loud parties

Vee: and i jump at every single loud noise so fireworks are a big no for me

Princey: you should have told me!! i would have managed something, we could have even just chilled alone

Vee: no it’s fine really, thank you

Vee: sorry to bring you down with that

Princey: oh shush

Princey: can i call you?

Vee: that’s sweet and all but i’d feel like i’m bothering you so

Princey: what are you talking about, plus there are so many people here they won’t even realize i’m gone for a while

Vee: i don’t wanna waste your time, it’s ok

Princey: but you’re not doing that!

Princey: idk can I at least visit you for some time? I don’t want you being all alone like that

Vee: no

Vee: i mean not that i don’t want you here but i’d feel guilty, i told you

Princey: you don’t have to!!

Princey: i lo kdjsdsdjk

Vee: what-

Princey: look i care about you, you’re one of my closest friends already and i love spending time with you, so if there’s a way for me to cheer you up i will gladly accept it

Vee: that is …

Vee: the gayest thing i’ve ever read

Vee: you’re a dork

Princey: i will take all that as a compliment

Vee: okay let me just

Vee: get my dog off of me

Princey: ADORABLE DOG

Vee: yeah i love her

Vee: and afterwards you can call me alright

Princey: SCORE!!

Princey: okay

Vee: one thing though

Princey: mirror mirror on the wall what’s the question botherin y'all

Vee: … i’ll pretend i’ve never read that

Vee: are you still getting me coffee tomorrow morning like that one time

Princey: if this is a subtle “do you wanna hang out here” i’m all for it, tho expect me to come up at like 11

Vee: wow you know exactly how to make things awkward everytime

Vee: okay dog’s off, you can call

Princey: on it!

✾✾✾✾

It is widely known and said that time flies by quickly when you’re either having fun, doing nothing or during the holidays. Students had reluctantly returned to their daily routines of lessons, homework and studying, trying to frame everything in the best way, so that they had at least some time to breathe between their tasks.

January, sadly, meant that the end of the first term was approaching inexorably  and the teachers suddenly realized they needed more marks than they actually had from every student in a matter of two weeks. Everything for the initial report cards that, in the end, didn’t matter at all compared to the final one.

Thanks to February, students would have some time to breathe and re-gain strength until March, which was another wave of tests in preparation for the real monster: May.

For the last years, though, February also meant that they were going to get more information about which subjects they had to focus on the most for their final exams, which could only be linked to chaos, panic and that anxious but subtle feeling that the big moment was coming.

Thankfully, the weekend existed and with it also places for poor unfortunate souls to release stress and distract themselves from the imminent danger.

And that is how we follow two fellow individuals in distress who had decided upon spending their first free time in weeks walking around town and having a nice chat during night. At least before they ended up in a little desolated playground, their scripts in front of their faces, definitely acting more dramatically than needed.

« Do you perform the rites by night or by day? » Roman leaned on one of the street lamps, permitting him to read his line and, at the same time, he widely gestured with his free hand.

« Mostly by night; darkness conveys awe. » Virgil emphasized his second line with such an ominous tone that made his friend giggle lightly.

« Oh my, I’m thrilled. »

« Okay but you’ve got to admit it’s actually a cool phrase to say. »

« Maybe if we were serious enough, my darkling. »

After Virgil’s usual “shut up and keep reading” (which he had been using for the past fifteen minutes, mind you), Roman complied. « This is treacherous towards women, and unsound. » his voice sounded almost offended, his hand trailed over his heart in a fist.

Virgil bit back a grin at the sight. « Even during the day someone may devise what is shameful. »

« This vile quibbling settles your punishment. » the taller one took a few steps forward, pointing his finger on his friend, accusatory.

« Your ignorance and impiety toward the god will settle yours. » Virgil snarled, imitating the other in pointing fingers.

Roman gasped way more dramatically than needed and placed a hand on his chest, eyes wide with disbelief. « How bold the Bacchant is, and not unpracticed in speaking! »

His acting partner intook some breath, before stopping, narrow eyed, while he read his words.

« What, is something wrong? » Roman demanded, eyes scanning the next lines before looking up.

« This is so fucking gay. » he admitted, a smile playing on his lips as he contemplated the possibility of a different turn of events in the plot.

« Dionysus and Pentheus, but make it gayer. »

« Than it already is? That’s a challenge. »

« I have something in mind. » Virgil didn’t like the mischievous look on Roman’s face. « Keep going. »

« Tell me what I must suffer; what grievous harm will you do to me? » he hadn’t noticed how fast the other was to reach him, the previous grin was still imprinted on his lips. His pace faltered only a bit, but didn’t stop when he was a few steps from his Dionysus.

« First, I will cut off your delicate curls. »  how Roman could change his tone from a mocking one to a warm and clear one, would forever be an unsolved mystery to the world. He proceeded to raise a hand to Virgil’s hair and slowly moved his bangs to the side, a knuckle brushing his cheek afterwards.

« My locks are sacred; I am growing them for the god. » Virgil played along and started to remember the lines, a result of their persistent reading every week. Not that he could really tear off his eyes from the looming figure in front of him.

« Next, give me this thyrsos from your hands. » other steps forward and Roman had trapped him against some metal bars he wasn’t aware of.

« Take it from me yourself; this is the wand of Dionysus I am bearing. » with no warning, Roman pressed his right hand, where the actual thyrsos would have been, to the bars and locked their fingers together. He leaned in even further, making sure Virgil could notice the sly sparkle in his half-lidded eyes.

« Last, I will guard your body deep in the dungeons. » his other hand gripped the bars right next to the boy’s head, literally trapping him. He had to stay in character, after all.

The leaning was slow this time, but didn’t seem to be stopping at any moment and Virgil could swear he felt his body move without his consent.

Inches apart, and Roman’s lips twitched upward. He stopped.

Virgil snorted.

Next thing they knew they were both bursting out laughing like they had just heard the best joke their favorite comedian had ever made.

« That was- » Virgil tried, after they both collapsed to the ground, weak in their knees for too much hilarity. « That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. »

« When Pentheus and Dionysus couldn’t get any gayer. » Roman commented through an almost hysterical laughter, while part of his brain began to shut down in a ohgodwhathasjusthappenediwasabouttobutthenididntandisthisthereallife state. An everyday situation to which he was used to, of course.

« Actually, » his friend began, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. « Greek gods are very open about their sexuality. »

« Oh, yeah. Wasn’t it Zeus himself that tried to f- » Roman was instantly shushed to silence, while a pained expression grew on the other’s face.

« We don’t talk about him. »

Fair enough. They had been in comfortable silence for quite a while, sitting on the ground and enjoying the void of the night as the only sources of light showed them only certain features and details of the objects around them.

« Hey, Virge? »

The mentioned boy almost jumped at the sudden sound. « Yeah? »

Roman’s expression, fixated on something ahead of him, was somewhat between focused and in a daze.

« Did you know the teachers wanted to keep your hair growing for the play? »

« What. »

« They decided against it when they realized I actually had to cut them away during the show. »

« Why are you telling me this right now? »

« I was just thinking about … » Roman’s words lingered, as if he thought about whether or not he could disclose a secret.

About me, please say about me. Virgil shook off the bizarre thought while he waited for a response. Are you fucking kidding me? Part of his mind answered. Didn’t all those past experiences teach you anything?  Virgil found it harder to concentrate on Roman’s words now, he creased his eyebrows as if he were having a headache.

Those were in elementary school and middle school, you idiot. The other side responded. They were still valid experiences!

« Ohi. » Roman waved his hand in front of the other’s face. « Are you on this planet, sir? »

« Sadly, I still am. »

Roman rolled his eyes at that. « Dang, here I thought the aliens had gotten you. »

« You wish. »

« Anyway, I was about to get going since it’s getting pretty late even for a Saturday night. » he pulled himself on his feet, then smiled brightly and turned to his friend. « Lift home? »

« Thank god you exist. »

And Roman did really try hard to act cool and all, but he found out he couldn’t prevent his face from turning at least the weakest tint of red.

✾✾✾✾

They didn’t know how it was possible, but they made it through until April.

The last two months were a train wreck of multiple meetings between Roman’s wonderful school trip abroad, additional tests, the first exams simulations, and things getting very serious at theater club. The designs, scenes, props and costumes were all coming along neatly and, with everybody giving their all, the excitement for the play could be felt through thin air. Roman was thrilled and he thought that there wasn’t nothing else that could possibly be better than that kind of feeling.

Virgil begged to differ.

He was standing in the middle of the external part of the front of the school with a couple of other classes of his same course; they all had backpacks on their backs and a luggage held close.

Virgil was almost bouncing, unable to stay still, he started tapping his fingers on the handle of his own luggage. The anticipation was killing him, how could everybody else be so calm and casual? They were about to leave for a trip to Greece!

It was the most wanted and awaited of school trips for their course, it happened every three years and not only students were given the opportunity to confront and visit places and subjects they had studied, but also thanks to certain lovable teachers the weirdest and funniest things occurred in those trips. It was a dream come true, finally at their fingertips.

He really didn’t want to seem mean, but Virgil couldn’t stop looking at the time on his phone while one of his closest classmates trailed off talking about how energetic they felt for the trip ahead.

Until …

« Wine god! » what the f-

Virgil and his friend looked up simultaneously to be met with the vision of Roman waving one arm from the top of the external stairs and afterwards quickly running down towards them.

« I didn’t see you anywhere this morning! » he was still half-running when he spoke those words, as he reached them. He put his hands on Virgil’s shoulders.

« We didn’t really leave until now, we had a test. »

His eyes widened « What the heck? Right before a trip? »

Virgil shrugged. They had chosen it was better to do it before than afterwards.

« Well, anyway, I wanted to properly say goodbye and wish you a good travel! »

« Thank you, buddy. You really didn’t have to, aren’t you having a lesson right now? » Virgil raised one eyebrow, uncertain.

Roman showed him one of his stupidly charming grins and put his hands on his hips. « I simply asked to go to the bathroom. »

« I hate to break it to you, Roman, but this isn’t exactly the right way. »

« Oh, shut up. You know I wanted to see you before you headed off for the seven seas! »

« We’re literally traveling through the same sea, what are you tal- »

« It’s been a long day, let me have this. »

Virgil tilted his head to the side, they had been in school for only three hours, what exactly did that make it a long day?

His thoughts were broken by the thundering of one of his teachers who announced that everybody had to get ready since they were going to leave in a matter of minutes.

« Alright then. » Roman murmured with a slightly sad sigh, he quickly replaced his defeated expression with a smile, careful not to be discovered. « I’ll have to leave now. »

C'mon say something. His heart begged for mercy as Virgil looked back up at him and he saw two bright gray irises, the sun’s rays hitting them from the side just enough to make them look like literal crystals.

Anything would do, take your chance, tell him!

His eyes fell to the figure right next to them, still standing there and witnessing every one of their interactions. Well, maybe next time.

Roman leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around his friend’s shoulders in a tight embrace that was soon returned a bit more weakly around his waist. He felt like he was holding on him for dear life more than anything.

His hand trailed at the nape of his neck and stroked his hair for some instants, in which Virgil tightened his own hug and laughed silently on his shoulder.

« I’m not leaving forever, you know? The time zone is not even that different. »

« I know but I’ll be lonely! »

« We both know that’s not true. » Virgil released the other and patted his shoulder. « You’ll be fine and you can text me whenever you want when I’m not in the ferry. »

Roman let out a fake annoyed huff, but smiled anyway. « Have a safe trip, Virge. » he backed away, still facing him while waving a hand.

Then he turned to the other boy.

« Keep an eye on him for me, okay? »

« Will do! »

At this, Roman sprinted away towards his class and could only smirk wider when Virgil called him out with a “Oh shut up, Princey.”

Virgil met his friend’s all-knowing look as he turned away from the spot where he saw Roman disappear, not realizing he had a soft expression written over all of his face.

« Why are you- no. Listen, it’s not what you- »

His friend ignored him, dancing around him. « You’re doing flips, read my lips, you’re in love! » he sang, while Virgil buried his face in his hands since for some godforsaken reason when he was embarrassed he tended to have a weird smile on his face that made him completely implausible. He hated that, it only made people tease him even further.

Which was exactly what happened in this situation, even after Virgil had smacked him behind the head lightly and started to get going towards the bus station as their teachers had instructed.

[royallyanxious]

What makes a good lava cake

Paring: Prinxiety 

Summary: Roman wants to make a breakfast for Virgil. It does not go well. 

Thank you @quietlypondering for the inspiration :)

Word count: 1470

Triggers: fluff all the way through, a crack fic

Ao3

Let’s get one thing straight - Roman didn’t make a mess in the kitchen. He called it: an artistic chaos in the cooking space. There was nothing wrong with that. The flour all over the place was the sign of his never-dying dedication. The fact that he had to go cry in the bathroom when the cake turned out weirdly heavy and oddly tough, was clearly the final proof that he didn’t lack an artistic flare. After all art required sweat (been there), tears (checked) and blood (one drop that was spilled when he cut the chocolate was enough).

But even the greatest artist, had their mentors.

Roman dialed the number. 

“Roman.” Logan never asked. He stated.

“Logan.” replied Roman through his teeth. He would not cry to Logan on the phone.

“The sound of your voice suggests that you have water in your eyes.” 

Well, shit.

“I also have a question.” Roman rolled his eyes, “Let’s say you’re preparing a lava cake for the love of your life-”

“Patton prefers lemon tarts but go on…” Logan cut swiftly.

“Lava cake.” repeated Roman, “Are you sure that the lava part is supposed to be liquidy? Or maybe the recipes by ‘lava’ refer to… molten-rock-kind-of-lava?”

There was a beat of silence.

"... I think you know the answer to this question Roman. I'm hanging up right now."

"No! Nononono!" Roman roared desperately, "Please… Help me… " he added meekly, making sure that Logan still didn't end the call. 

A long sigh resonated through the phone. Roman was pretty sure that he could feel disappointed vibrations on his own skin. 

"Roman, I would love to help you," started Logan, his voice’s a tad softer than earlier, "But you know what mum always told you. You are not a good fit for a cook. Why won't you write a poem where you shall compare Virgil to a cupcake, instead of actually making a cupcake?"

"But where would be romance in this?" Cried Roman helplessly, trying to break his second cake with the first cake. 

"Virgil, loves you as much as you love him, brother. He would be thrilled to get anything from you, believe me." Logan said cooly, "Now stop this madness, clean up the mess and let me sleep. It's 6 in the morning." he finished.

Beep...

"Wait, what- Logan?" Roman asked, staring intensely at the phone, "Logan wait, I don't even know how to make a perfect- ugh."

The sound that slipped through Roman's parted lips, reminded more of a war cry than a frustrated growl. Luckily his neighbours knew about his love for Game Of Thrones so in a worst case scenario they'd think he decided to make a morning marathon. 

Roman brushed Virgil's purple apron off the white flour that was currently covering it. Or was that sugar? Roman wasn't sure. Perhaps that was why the cakes turned out strange after all.

It was time to face the music. 

Cake was not a good idea. 

Luckily, Roman wasn't the type of person who gave up easily. He pulled off the apron and carefully put the "cakes" into the trash can (he was afraid that if he dropped them, he would break tiles). The key was to prepare food - no one said it had to be a cake. Besides, lava cakes were overrated. Virgil didn’t even have instagram to post a picture of a perfect chocolate goo. Yes, apparently the universe wanted Roman to prepare something easier, something more mundane, something like… What did Logan say?

It was 6 am, wasn’t it?

“Breakfast it is then!” smiled Roman to himself, completely oblivious to the sparks of madness that there brightening up his eyes. 

According to the article on wikipedia, it was impossible to mess up a breakfast (Roman would call it “mispreparing”, not “messing up”). Sure, for the past 2 years it was Virgil who was in charge of cooking, ever since he caught Roman trying to fry an egg in a toaster, but it was in the past and Roman learnt a lot since then. 

For example - he knew that he certainly needed a pan.

“Now is it a saucepan or frying pan…” he hummed happily, going through the content of the cupboards. “Is there even a difference…? It’s probably some american english and-or british english bullshit again,” Roman pondered, being completely wrong.

Finally he pulled out something that looked almost flat. He was pretty sure that the love of his life was usually using this silver shield to make his scrambled eggs. 

“Fantastic.” Roman praised himself, nodding to the pan. “The recipe suggests using one egg and butter. I assume that they don’t mean one whole butter…Hmm... ‘If you want to you can add a tomato but remember to’... Well, that seems a little bit over the top even for me.”

Carefully, not to burn himself, Roman put a spoon of butter on the pan. He stared at it for a moment, wondering vaguely why it hasn’t started melting yet. Then he turned on the burner. Pleased with the result (butter started melting!), he also turned on the oven just in case. He glanced at the clock. It was almost 7am.

“Great masterpieces take time.” he said out loud, hoping that the microwave agree. It didn’t but that was probably only because microwaves don’t talk. “It’s time for gran finale!”

Roman gently put the egg on his hand.

“You better not mess it up, mistress.” he mumbled to the egg, slowly raising the knife. He didn’t want his victim to see it coming. 

“I promise to make it quick.” he promised under his breath, before swiftly hitting the eggshell with a knife. It felt empowering, he could now understand why Virgil liked cooking so much. “And now… onto the pan…” 

One could think that there was no way someone would make a mistake at this point. But people are fools after all and some of them clearly haven’t heard of Roman. 

Step 1: Crack an egg.

Step 2: Try to put it onto the pan.

Step 3: Fail and miss the pan.

Step 4: Watch an egg hit the counter and then watch it slide on the floor.

Step 5: Remain in this position, asking why the world hates you.

If a look could cook, this egg would be fried to the bones with the way Roman stared at it. And if there was one thing he was proud of, it was the fact that there were no eggshells in this particular egg that was chilling on the floor. It however did mix with the flour that was there before.

Someone snickered and Roman turned around, almost losing his balance.

Sure enough, his boyfriend, Virgil - in his full morning glory, was standing in the door of the kitchen. He was also desperately trying to stop himself from laughing. His feet were bare and covered with white dust. He must have been standing there for a while now.

“H-hi, Virgil my dearest,” Roman stuttered, trying to ignore the crackling sound behind him. “I thought you are still asleep…”

“I woke up when I heard the fire alarm. It’s pretty loud,” explained Virgil, sporting the you-are-a-dumbass smile.

“Ah, haha. Well, it is pretty loud, isn’t it?” Roman scratched the back of his head, shooting the but-I-am-your-dumbass smile.

Virgil inhaled deeply, trying hard not to wrinkle his nose, “So… are you going to turn off that burner, Ro? Because I’d prefer not to eat the burnt butter from this wok?”

“Wo-who?” repeated Roman, his eyes widening.

“A wok. Also known as a wok pan.” explained Virgil, leaning against the counter to grab some towels, “A pan suited for Asian cuisine,” he added smirking.

“...”

“Go ahead, you can ask, Roman” beamed Virgil. He looked incredibly pleased with himself.

Roman sighed. God damn Virgil and his angelic-verging-on-mischievous smile.

“You don’t make scrambled eggs on a wok pan, do you?” he asked, knowing already what the answer was.

“Nope,” Virgil grinned and quickly pecked Roman’s lips, “But I do appreciate you trying, Ro. Although… maybe next time try to write a poem about breakfast instead of making one, what do you think?”

“But where would be romance in that?” groaned Roman softly, fixing his eyes on Virgil’s feet. He had a strange feeling of deja vu. 

Lean, slim fingers gripped on Roman’s chin, forcing him to look up.

Roman always thought that Virgil had the most beautiful eyes on earth.

“What do you mean by ‘where’s the romance’?” Virgil tilted his head cutely, “‘Roman’ is right in front of me and the ‘ce’ part is simply overrated.” he smiled, making it impossible for Roman not to lean closer and close the gap between their lips.

“Happy anniversary, Virgil.” he mumbled into a kiss, feeling the curl of Virgil’s lips against his own.

“Happy anniv, Ro.”

The end.

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[stars-and-rose]

fall into my arms (darling you’re doing fine)

So,,, I saw @quietlypondering ‘s write this in your style challenge and decided the only solution was to write as fast as possible because it was such a good idea??

Mines 532 words and contains heavily implied romantic Prinxiety!

——

Admittedly, Virgil wasn’t a patient person, and currently, Roman was testing the little about of patience he did had.

The anxious side’s fist banged against the creative sides door. “Roman, you’ve been in your room for the past three days. You have to come out.”

Through the door, Virgil heard a muffled, “No I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. Do I need to summon Patton, and have him lecture you on taking care of yourself and that he’ll ‘physically fight you’ if you don’t?” Virgil let his voice reach a falsetto, mimicking the moral side. It was worth it when he heard a snort from the other side. “Besides I want to have a Disney marathon.”

“You can do it by yourself.”

“Yeah, maybe, but it’s our thing. Besides, the couch is comfier when you’re on it.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it is. You’re warm, like a freaking heater and I’m always cold. And you’re a grounding presence for me. You know that. Even when I’m not feeling anxious, having you next to me makes me feel better.”

“But I’m Thomas’s creativity! I have to follow his dreams-“

“Yeah, and I have a dream that you’ll stop making excuses and come watch Disney amovies with me.” Virgil snapped. Immediately silence followed, and Virgil realized snapping wasn’t his smartest idea. “You don’t need to work yourself to your wits end to prove that you’re worthy.”

The door creaked open, and there stood Roman, hair a mess, eyes tired and a sweater hanging off his right shoulder. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Virgil knew that look in Roman’s eyes- he opened his arms and Roman collapsed into him.

Virgil wrapped his arms around Roman, running his hair through creativity’s hair. “It’s okay. It’s okay Ro. It’s okay. We’re gonna go lay down and I’ll let you choose the first movie and I won’t complain when you hog all the blankets and the popcorn.”

“Can we watch Tangled?” Roman mumbled, still leaning into Virgil’s chest.

“I did say you could choose the first movie, didn’t I?”

“Will you sing And at Last I See the Light with me?”

“You’re pushing it.” Virgil said, pulling away from Roman. The creative side began to pout, and Virgil sighed. “We have to go to the couch so we can watch the movies, right?”

A mischievous grin formed on Roman’s face. Virgil was a little too happy to see him to smile, so he didn’t register the chaos Roman promised as he grabbed Virgil hand and sunk down into the commons.

Virgil grabbed the couch to steady himself. “What was that for?”

“You said we had to move to the couch. I got us there.”

“Smart-ass.”

“Yes, but I’m your smart-ass.”

Instead of responding to that particular comment, Virgil walked into the kitchen, promising to get the popcorn. When he returned, bowl in hand, he found Roman staring at the TV, the movie paused at the Disney Castle. Roman’s eyes were blank and he didn’t acknowledge Virgil’s reentrance. “Ro?”

The prince flinched, and glanced over at Virgil. Voice hollow, Roman whispered, “Am I?”

“What?”

“You said I was worthy earlier. Am I?”

Virgil leaned over and pressed a kiss to Roman’s forehead. “Always, Roman. Always.”

—-

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