Dear, Insecurity//Romangst//Prinxiety [IN PROGRESS]

Sneak Out

Virgil walked Roman home again that day, they had their usual conversation. 

Virgil waved him goodbye, hesitated so hard to say something that he ended up, again, not saying it, and Roman walking in and instantly feel all of the calm and safety seep away after he walked in through that damned door.

The usual.

He walked in to see his father under the influence. As per usual.
Roman sighed to himself, trying to be quiet as he made his way to the stairs.

He'd just barely stepped on the first step when a loud, deep voice called his name.

Fucking great. 
Roman slowly turned.

"Yes..?" He mumbled, his voice cracking. He cringed.

"You know that if you were just-" the man hiccuped. "If you just did what you were told like a normal kid you'd prolly not need those sweatshirts." Roman huffed, turning to walk up.

"Yeah, I've heard it before." Roman mumbled, barely louder than a whisper.

"You'd have nothin' to hide, sport," Roman kept walking, he was about halfway up when his father added one more line. "You could actually call yourself a man." His father laughed a bit, another hiccup.

Roman stopped walking for a moment. He sighed to himself, trying to shake it off as he walked up to his room.

He sat in his desk chair, leaning on his hand and staring into the small table mirror on his desk.

"Well, that was just a dandy little pep-talk from Mr. High." Roman said to his reflection. He pulled out the pencil and some paper and began drawing again.

~~~

He jolted out of his peaceful drawing state when a loud knock sounded at his door. 

He hesitantly stood.

"Can I help you, father?" The door swung open. 
His father didn't speak, just moved around his room knocking random things over. Roman tried to keep his attention away from his tea set.

When he'd finally left, Roman just sadly looked around his room. 

"I fucking hate this," Roman spat, closing the door and walking around to fix things before his father came back in and blamed him for the mess as some kind of excuse.

He dropped down in the corner of his room, pulling his legs to his chest. He pulled out his phone. By now, it was about 10 PM. He opened messages with Virgil, reading through them all, then sending a new one.

Are you awake?

There wasn't a response for about a minute, but eventually the signal that Virgil was typing popped up.

Emo Nightmare
yeah
what's up Prince Charming?

I just wanted to talk to someone.

Why are you up this late?

Emo Nightmare
I mean I could ask u the same thing

Well things are just noisy rn

Emo Nightmare
Things?

Yeah.

Emo Nightmare
Do you wanna go on a walk?

A walk?
Dude its almost 11

Emo Nightmare
I know that
you didn't answer my question

Well yeah I do

But won't you get in trouble?

Emo Nightmare
Probably not
I'll be out your gate in 5 if you wanna go

Sure, whatever emo

Roman turned off the phone with a smile. He then encountered a bit of a problem.

How was he supposed to get out of his room?

He looked around, his eyes landing on the tree just outside his window.

"Welp," He said to himself, popping the P. "If I fall and die, it's not my problem." Roman opened the window and grabbed firmly onto the thickest branch he could reach. 

He managed to climb down without falling too far.
He decided he'd perfect the technique later.

He stayed out of view from the living room windows, while also trying to make sure he could see.
He was afraid of the dark.
Nobody actually knew, thank God.

He opened the gate and slipped out, sighing as he could be on the sidewalk, which was illuminated by the streetlights.

He sat silently in the pool of light until he heard footsteps.
He narly panicked before seeing a familiar figure.

He stood quickly, Virgil smiling and hugging him.

"Is everything alright, Ro? Your text kinda worried me." Virgil said, pulling away from the hug almost as quickly as he'd started it.

"He's just," Roman paused, searching for the right word. "Not exactly sober." Virgil nodded.
They both stood in silence for a bit before Virgil grasped Roman's hand and started walking.

"Let's go somewhere better," The emo said. Roman quickened to walk beside him.

Virgil's hands are cold, Roman noted.

They'd ended up at a park. There was enough light around that Roman didn't get too nervous. They sat on a bench and Virgil glanced up and down Roman's body.

"Did he hurt you?" Roman shook his head. Virgil nodded. They had more random conversation as the night went on.

~~~

Virgil had walked Roman back to his house, reminded him to text if anything happened, and said a hesitant goodbye.
Roman was back in his room by 1 AM, much to his dismay.

More things were messed up but he didn't have the energy to put it all back in its place, especially having climbed back up the tree after already walking quite a ways with Virgil.

Roman curled up in his bed, trying to think of anything other than his father being angry or how much he wished he could be with Virgil again.

Unfortunately, the latter was difficult to not focus on.

He really should get out more, he literally can't think of anything more interesting than his friend.
Roman sighed a bit, burying his face in a pillow.

But he really did miss Virgil.

The way his grey-ish eyes reflected different colors when the light hit them directly was something he'd noticed in that night particularly.
Virgil had very nice eyes, the skin on the sides of them wrinkled slightly whenever he smiled.

Even though he wore the dark eyeshadow around his eyes, Roman found it to actually compliment the way that the emo's hair fell in front of his face.

Roman stopped himself.

"Okay, that's creepy. I need to stop being creepy." He said to the empty room. 

He'd finally fallen asleep after about an hour of laying awake.