Tw: Swearing, Sexual references, Remus, comment if I forgot any
Roman woke with a start, sitting up, a loud ringing filling his ears. He looked to his side table, turning off his phone's alarm.
Plunged into silence once more, Roman let his head fall back to the pillows, scrubbing his hands over his face, pushing his fingers against he eyelids gently, trying to clear his head.
Reaching over, he switched on his lamp, closing his eyes as the light shone brightly through the red shade. Groaning, he draped an arm over his face, looking at the ceiling. It was the same as normal, the same one he woke up to everyday.
Nothing new, nothing changed. He had always secretly wished something would change, that something in his dreams would stay with him into the morning. That he would-
Roman shook his head, dispelling that train of thought. No, he couldn't think like that. He had to be happy with what he had. And what he had was the memory of his dreams.
Roman was a lucky enough person to be able to remember most of his dreams, and he even used them.
Sitting up, Roman reaches over to his bedside again, pulling out a journal and pen. Opening to the next clear page, Roman scribbled down as much as he could.
The painting, the warrior, the bedroom, the- him, Virgil. Roman finally knew his name. Roman spelled it out carefully, speaking each letter softly, "V-i-r-g-i-l"
Roman's pen hovered over the name. Thinking back to the conversation, he recounted what Virgil had said. "You're my Prince, your Majesty... My soon to be husband..." Roman paused, thinking of the way his voice had sounded.
Blushing, Roman closed his eyes, resting his chin in his hand, letting himself ponder it over. "I want to be his..." Roman muttered, blushing harder at the remembered closeness he and Virgil had shared.
His mouth had been mere inches from Roman's. What would've happened if they'd have kissed? Or done-
A loud knock sounded at the door, rousing Roman from his reverie. "Are you awake? Or do I need to get your ass up?" Remus called through the door, knocking obnoxiously loud once more.
"I- I'm up," Roman called, looking down at his journal once more, scribbling out the rest of what happened before closing it and setting it back on his side table.
Remus opened the door, peering in. "Ya sure? You look pretty dead to me, I might have to revive you. Ooh! I know cpr! It's like giving head, right?" It asked, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"NO!" Roman started, looking affronted. Remus cackled, holding onto the door handle for support as it doubled over. "I- you- '' He tried, but the laughter won, taking over its voice.
Roman found himself watching, not very amused by the situation.
"I'm up, so you can leave now," he said, gesturing for Remus to go. Pouting playfully, Remus rested his chin on his fist.
"As an empath, I'm sensing you don't want me here," it raised an eyebrow, giving Roman a conspiratorial wink.
"I hate you," Roman deadpanned, getting up, pushing a cackling Remus out the door.
"Please just let me work," Roman scowled, looking into his brother's face. "Oh, and if Patton comes by, tell him to leave the coffee outside my door," with that, he closed the door in Remus' face, walked over to his nightstand, scooped up his journal, settled himself into his desk chair, and opened his laptop to begin writing.
Cross examining his notes, he recounted the dream's contents once more into a doc, highlighting parts he deemed important, such as the dialogue, specifically what Virgil had said, and the descriptions of the people and himself.
He still remembered what they looked like, but actually having to write it out took a bit more effort. Luckily, he had the motivation to do so, inspired by the dream's potent creativity.
HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHE!!!!! Plot twist!!! I hope you all enjoyed this, and I'll see you guys hopefully tomorrow!
