(ON HOLD) On a Purgatory High / Sanders Sides / Polysanders

Chapter 5 - Young Again

Me at the beginning: This is a light story, it'll be mostly comedic and light hearted!
This chapter: I'm about to end this man's whole career.

TW: Mentions of weights on chest, joking mentions of being light (as in weight), joking mentions of corpse, mentions of death (do I need to keep putting this warning-), past abandonment and abandonment issues, arguing and yelling, slight violence, jumping through a window (not in a serious way), briefly mentions sharp objects, lots of sexual references, crying, relapse, calling someone a tumour as an insult, making someone doubt their relationship.
Also unsympathetic!Roman being one toxic bitch-

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Virgil sighed as he came to, having passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow. Yesterday was exhausting in almost every sense of the word, after all.

He tried to shift onto his side - or bury himself deeper in his cocoon of blankets - but found that there was something stopping him from doing so. A small weight on his torso and stomach areas.

He groaned and opened his eyes, only to be met with the unblinking gaze of two green orbs, floating around in black scleras. The pupils were a familiar white, a cross on one and an X shape on the other.

Virgil screamed, almost hitting his head against the headboard as he tried to escape. Soon manic laughter broke him out of his fear-induced trance.

"Good morning, Virgey! Sleep well?" Remus chirped and Virgil was dumbfounded at the amount of sheer stupidity in Remus' head. Like, Virgil had gathered he wasn't Einstein, but this just dumbassery at its worst.

The boy was crouching on Virgil's chest, squatting almost. His bare feet were on Virgil's chest and Virgil had never felt so uncomfortable.

Although, Remus was shockingly light. Like... Having a small puppies weight on you, instead of a full ass dude's.

"What the fuck, Remus?" Virgil hissed. "And why the fuck are you so light?"

"I'm a vampire, not whatever species you are." Remus answered matter-of-factly, still not moving.

"Avian."

"Never heard of it. Anygays! We need breakfast and that ends in an hour, so you should get ready."

Virgil groaned and pulled the pillow over his face. "Fine. Whatever."

"Not a morning person, huh?" Remus chuckled, jumping off of Virgil's chest and stretching. "You still smell of corpse, by the way. /I/ think it's wonderful, but Janus might have some complaints. So..." Remus shrugged, gesturing to the ensuite on the left.

Virgil rolled his eyes and tumbled out of bed, stomping his way to the bathroom as Remus giggled.

He grinned to himself his eyes flicking to the photos on his desk, mainly group pictures, selfies and photo bombs including Janus, Logan or Patton.

Remus had woke up in some sort of mood. Maybe it was the inevitable lecture he was getting after breakfast, having been invited to the principles office with... Roman; or maybe he was just a sappy sort today. He didn't really know, or care. But the one thing he did know, however, is that he appreciated the friends that didn't abandon him.

Remus sighed, digging in his nightstand drawer. He didn't find whatever horrors you'd expect to find in there, surprisingly. No vibrators, no lube, no crusty socks...

Those were all under his bed.

Instead what he found was... Roman.

A different Roman. From a different time. From when they were still brothers.