Oh, c'mon, Thomas is such a cinnamon roll, I HAD to do a collection of one-shots surrounding his sides. I take requests, but I also get writer's block A LOT.
Warning: ANXIETY IS GETTING A LOT OF LOVE IN THIS FIC. The poor angel (I mean... dev...
TW: Nothing really. Unrequitedlove. Brief mention of blood.
Based on the 'hanahaki disease' that'scommonlyused in fanfiction. For those of you who don't know, the hanahaki disease is:
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Flower.
What are your first thoughts when you hear that word?
Beauty.
Passion.
Charm.
Precious.
Brightness.
Sweetness.
Fragrance.
Love.
But for him, it meant pain. Violent, cruel, seething, torturous, agonising, angry, crippling pain. Like a blazing inferno gnawing at him. All at an excruciatingly slow pace.
The flowers showed no mercy, etching themselves into him as he slowly fell further and further and further. They burn. They sting. They swell. They bleed. They make their impression, making sure their victim doesn't forget them. They carve themselves into him.
Both figuratively and literally.
An unrequited love.
That's what he had.
That's the cause.
But with every cause, there is an effect. So; what is the effect?
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Virgil gazed dreamily at him, a subconscious smile playing upon his lips. He didn't even know what Roman was saying, only listening to the way words seemed to drip out of his mouth like honey. The voice was soothing, filled to the brim with confidence that he had never thought to achieve. Even when they were speaking directly to each other, he never quite listened to the words, but instead, the sound of his voice.
Something about it was just so enthralling.
Don't even get him started on his eyes. They were like this beautifully rich chocolate brown. Even though they all had the same eyes, he just managed to make it seem as if they were made for him and him alone. Virgil wanted nothing more than to stare at them all day and count all the stars he could seem in them.
There was a flair in his actions, a burst of energy in each movement. Somehow managing to completely redefine 'gestures', Virgil didn't know how someone could tell such a complex story through simple hand actions. Whether it was an art, a talent or a skill, he didn't know.
