Pairing(s): Romantic Prinxiety
Started: April 23rd, 2020, 1:21 PM
Finished: April 29th, 2020, 9:19 PM
Word Count: 1910 words
Warnings: N/a
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Virgil didn't exactly know when he had fallen for Roman. Of all sides, he had been the last one he would have ever thought he would grow so fond of. But, here he is, so heads over heels for the prince that he almost felt foolish at times. Maybe that's why he knew he could never tell him. He was an irrational, anxious idiot, while Roman... well, Roman was the closest you could possibly get to perfection. He was... wonderful.
The anxious trait sighed at the thought, running his hand through his dark brown hair as he looked down at his desk. Even if he knew he was never going to give it to the creative side... he had been trying to make an at least decent love letter to him. There hadn't been much luck with it though, even after he had been working on it for more than an hour now. The one he was writing at the moment was... okay, but it could be so much better. He just didn't know how to spill the strong and overwhelming emotions he felt for him. It's not like it mattered though, he supposed. If he was never going to confess to him, what would be the point of trying to get it right so quickly? Sure, he was unbelievable, well, anxious, to get it all out, but... he had a while. He could write as much as it took until he got it just right. (It only seemed to help his nerves a little bit.)
Virgil continued on writing, having put his huge black headphones on to try and drown out his worries when he just barely managed to hear a knock on his door. Which was admittedly strange, since no one ever came to his room, and when they did, they usually just rose up. He didn't mind the knocking, he preferred it actually because he got to quickly hide the love letter and stuff the other ones he had given up on in the trash can under his desk. Quickly getting up from his desk, he hopped on top of his darkly colored bed and acted as if he were just scrolling through his phone while listening to music the entire time. "Come in." He called to whoever was behind the door, if a bit dryly.
And who walked inside almost made Virgil want to die then and there. It was Roman. Of course, it was, just when he had been thinking of him. "Emo Nightmare! There you are!" He said in his usual grand and happy voice, smiling. The sight made his heart leap, and he was suddenly he didn't blush too easily. The prince, closing the door behind him, headed towards the darker side and plopped down on the opposite side of the bed as him, the foot of the bed. He looked to Virgil with bright green eyes that seemed to lock onto his own purple and green set. "It's almost five in the evening and no one has ever seen you leave your room. Why are you still locked up in here?"
"You know I always wake up at around two, Princy," Virgil replied, unable to help but smile back at him. It was true, he usually did wake up at around two pm, since he always fell asleep in the early hours of the morning due to usually being too anxious to sleep when everyone else did, but he hadn't today. He had woken up at around ten this morning. In truth, it wasn't much better, but it was considered way too early for his standards. He had gotten up anyways, though, knowing he wouldn't be able to drift off again until the next morning. Honestly, he had spent most of his time that day thinking about his feelings for Roman, trying to let it all out then so when he did have to talk to him, whether that be in passing or for a video, he wouldn't give any hints. Or, at least, any obvious hints. "I woke up not too long ago and I just wanted to hang out for a while. Why? Does Patton need something? Is something wrong with Thomas?"
Roman quickly shook his head, turning to completely face Virgil on his bed with his legs crossed. "No no, nothing like that, promise." He said, pausing for a few moments before going on a bit more hesitantly. "I was just... I mean... I... I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the Imagination with me?"
Virgil simply stared at him in surprise at the offer, not saying anything for a few seconds. Roman never took anyone to the Imagination. Not unless it was important or something special. Apparently, he hadn't said anything for too long, because the soft smile on Roman's lips fell, though it was obvious he was trying to keep it up. "I-It's okay if you don't want to go! I-!"
"No!" Virgil quickly interrupted, accidentally letting his tempest tongue take over his voice for a moment because of the sudden panic. He cleared his voice, embarrassed. "I mean... I wouldn't mind going with you there, for a little bit."
It didn't take long for Roman's smile to reappear back on his face. He went forward, grabbing Virgil's hand. "Great! Let's go!" He beamed.
"Wait, right n-?" But he didn't have time to finish his words before the prince sunk the both of them down and into the Imagination.
When the two of them rose up again, they were both standing, which showed how he was just about two inches taller than the creative side, and his headphones had been removed from sitting on top of his head. Virgil had to blink a few times, eyes hurting from having to so suddenly adjust to the brightness of the landscape from the darkness of his room. Eventually, when he was able to open his eyes and look, he was left in awe at what he saw.
Roman had raised them up at the base of a small hill. At the top, there was a huge weeping cherry tree, fairy lights strung throughout it that gave off a soft glow due to the night sky that was littered with stars and a few clouds. And as he would find when he and Roman went up the hill, there would be a soft, dark red blanket waiting for them to lay on with pink-tinted flowers around them from the tree above. To put it simply, it was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.
He saw Roman's bright smile out of the corner of his eye and felt him take his arm by wrapping his own around it. "Come on, it's even better from under the tree!" He said with the same excitement a child would have in a candy store. The side then led the two of them up the tree, Roman eager and Virgil still awestruck. When they reached the top, he took them to the middle of the blanket, before they sat down next to each other.
"So... are you gonna tell me what this is all about?" Virgil asked, face slightly flushed pink as he let a small smile appear on his lips.
Roman matched his pinkness at the question, though his was a bit redder. "What do you mean?" He asked.
"You never take anyone into the Imagination," Virgil said back, tilting his head a bit to the right. "It's half yours and half Remus', and that's how it is. So why did you take me here of all sides? And so randomly?"
Roman, though he hid it well, seemed to almost grow nervous at the question. It... almost gave Virgil hope, in some weird way. With all this decor and it just being them, maybe...
"W-Well, I just, I..." He paused for a moment. "...Why don't we watch the stars together, Virge?"
And so, they did. They laid next to each other, Virgil letting Roman make constellations and tell him stories he came up with on the spot for them. He didn't question him again about why he had brought him and only him here. He knew he probably wouldn't get an answer, though he very much would like one. Not because he wasn't enjoying himself or believed that he was selected for a punishment of some sort because he had to spend time with Roman. He very much was happy with what was happening between them right now. It was calm, relaxing, and honestly, it was just nice to not feel so much pressure to speak normally around his crush for once.
After about forty minutes of the two stargazing, Roman turned to look at Virgil, not saying a word until he went to look at him too. When he did look back at him, they didn't say anything at first, just looking at one another before the taller of the two sides spoke up. "Why the stare, Princy?" He said, amusement in his voice and eyes.
"Just... enjoying the view." Roman said with a smile, throwing Virgil off guard from not expecting him to say anything like that.
He was quick to recover though, rolling his mismatched eyes at his words. "Oh flirting now, are we?" He teased. "And why's that, my prince?"
Roman, seeming to like the game that he could tell they were going to play, beamed at him. "It's hard not to flirt with someone like you." He said softly to him, hesitantly reaching out and cupping the side of his face that was facing towards the starry night sky. "You're just so... wonderful."
Virgil felt his cheeks flush pink, and the two simply stared at one another for a few moments before Roman finally spoke up again. "That's why I wanted to bring you here. Just the two of us." He murmured. "I... I wanted to ask you something really... really important."
Virgil sat up, feeling his heart racing in his chest. "...Yeah?" He asked, quickly followed by Roman sitting up as well and inching closer to him.
"Yeah, I..." The prince paused, swallowing hard before going on. "I... I'm just gonna be blunt. I've liked you for a long time, Virgil. I know we absolutely hated each other in the past, and we still don't get along sometimes, but I really... really like you. And I understand if you don't feel the same, but I needed to tell you that so I could get it off my chest, and-"
"Roman." Virgil interrupted, looking at him with a softened expression and tiny smile. "I like you too. A lot."
Virgil couldn't help but feel his heart twist at the way Roman's own smile brightened until he practically beaming. The prince moved closer to him, slowly reaching out to intertwine their hands, just in case Virgil didn't want him to hold in hand. The two were silent for a bit, hand in hand as they stared up at the stars once more. The anxious trait himself wasn't usually the type to enjoy or run towards change, but with Roman... He snuck a glance over at him, adoring the way his beautiful green eyes sparkled.
He felt like he could make an exception.
A wonderful exception.
