the flowers in my hand(the crown on your head)

six

"When did different status marriages become normalized?"

Roman turned his head to Virgil, frowning. He was sketching peacefully, crouched over his notebook. There was a confused look on his face as he tapped the pencil on the page repeatedly, as if there was something he couldn't figure out for the life of him.

Roman hesitated for a while. "After King Patton was coronated, definitely. I think a few years after? I'm not sure, I was still young."

Virgil hummed in reply, a silent 'thank you'.

"Why the question?" Roman let slip, watching in confusion as Virgil's eyes widened, fumbling with the notebook and closing it. 

He squeaked out a : "no reason I was just curious!"

Roman couldn't help but smile and give a small chuckle at that, shaking his head. Virgil gave him a look, that Roman couldn't decipher. There was definitely a small blush on his cheeks, and his eyes were wide, but other than that, he couldn't figure out the emotion.

He watched as the prince gulped, opening his mouth once, then closing it again. With a deep breath, he finally said :

"It's just something Logan said."

Roman's shoulders tensed, his hand stopping in mid action. That was always a touchy subject for Logan and even though Roman didn't know the whole story, he knew it was one of the reasons he was so careful with feelings.

"You know something about this!" Virgil gasped, snapping his notebook shut and fumbling up to his feet. Roman didn't look at him, as he turned away to grab the gardenias and put them in the ground.

"I don't think Logan would appreciate me telling anything about this subject. He doesn't like talking about it."

He could nearly see Virgil's face fall in disappointment, but there were some things that even he would not tell him.

"Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't press."

Virgil sat back down, this time much closer to Roman. The prince shuffled, fiddling with his fingers. Roman stole a glance at him. The late summer sun shone over his face, falling perfectly against his pale skin. His lips were slightly parted, eyes closed and his bangs were surprisingly not covering them. Roman soaked in his image, trying to remember every detail, no matter how small.

Eventually he turned around, the fear of being caught not much bigger than the desire to keep staring. Oh, how he wanted to lay next to him, have their hands intertwine, press soft kisses against the other's skin. Would Virgil give an adorable giggle and look at him with fondness? Maybe he would blush and hide his head in Roman's chest? Perhaps he would hum quietly, giving small kisses of his own?

Roman would never know.

*

As soon as his shift ended, Roman ran to the library, grabbing some gardenias on his way. Most of the employees already knew him as one of Logan's entrusted kids, from long before he got a job at the castle. They nodded at him, with a smile and Roman waved back at them. 

He pushed the library doors open, nearly skipping inside. 

"Good evening, Roman." 

He grinned at Logan's voice, throwing himself in his chair. From behind the bookshelf, he saw the older man look at him, a dull look on his face.

"Evening, nerd."

Logan pushed a book in its place far more aggressively then usual, indicating to Roman that he had managed to annoy him. 

"Did you come here with a purpose or are you just trying to distract me?" he asked.

Roman didn't answer, instead getting up and placing the flowers delicately on the desk. He took off his coat and hat, putting them on the hanger. Roman shook his sore arms, scrunching his nose.