Warning : mentions of blood/death
3rd person pov
Virgil was watering his plants in his green house, pretending to be annoyed at one of his regular client that had the habit of flirting with him. Roman was helping whenever he was given the chance so Virgil didn't complain that much, especially since he didn't mind the company. The hopeless romantic was trying to know more about that anxious yet mysterious florist he's been crushing on for a while.
"Oh Virgil, please turn around!" The shy man did so only for Roman to place an Emilia in his purple dyed hair.
"An Emilia today? Represents creativity. Interesting choice but wouldn't that suit you more Princey?" The latter shrugged
"I thought I could give you a little bit of myself this time, even if you never play my game." Virgil sighed before placing a peony flower in Roman's hair.
"Shyness and healing? You're not the only one being original today emo."
Their silly routine was interrupted by the florist's friend, Logan, bursting in the greenhouse. That was unusual, Logan was a very composed and calm person so he must have something important to say. However, not a word has been spoken as he passed a letter to his friend. The latter skimmed through the letter. His soft gaze turned into a glare.
"I'm sorry but we'll have to close right now Roman." He said, not even looking at him.
"Why, is everything okay? What's the matter?" Roman walked towards him but was stopped by Logan.
"I'm afraid we can't tell you. It's nothing for you to worry about." Roman reluctantly stepped away, waved goodbye and left.
A few hours later, Roman was rummaging through his bag when he saw flowers he was helping arranging earlier.
"Oh no, those go with an order due for tomorrow!" Without a second thought, he rushed back to the greenhouse. Even if no one was there, he decided on putting the flowers in a flowerpot and leave it on the doorstep.
Right as he was about to put the pot down, Roman heard two familiar voices inside the greenhouse. He recognized them to be Logan and Virgil's.
"You're really going to feed in front of me?" Virgil asked, disgust showing in his voice.
"Well if it can inspire you to feed off of humans again, then yes, I am." Logan shot back, annoyed. Roman leaned in trying to make sense of whatever he just heard. He wasn't one to eavesdrop on private conversations but he just couldn't ignore this one.
"It's been more than 200 years, are you ever going to let it go?" Virgil was answered with a muffled grunt. The curious man peeked in, looking for the other two. Roman fought down a scream when he saw a dead man lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, the room reeking of its smell. Suddenly, he was pulled back by the neck, ending up pinned to the ground. He tried to shield himself from his attacker with his arms. The stranger's grip on Roman's throat slackened.
"Roman ?!"
He looked up to see Virgil, his mouth full of blood and his eyes shining a dark shade of red.
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