Sanders Sides One Shots

Pretty in this light - Moxiety

Premise: Every time A undresses, B notices something new and adorable about their body. Bonus: Vampire AU

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It was the 1860s when Virgil turned by an unnamed assailant, they bit him, fed him, and left. He survived long enough to find Patton in the 1920s. Patton was - and still is - sweet and caring. He hadn't cared when Virgil told him he was a vampire, he'd been in shock sure but never shunned him or hated him like others had.

Then years started to pass. They fell madly and deeply in love. And Patton grew older. It saddened them both; Virgil didn't want Patton to age and die but he did not want to be selfish either. But then Patton had asked him. It was the middle of the night, Patton was fighting to stay awake no matter how much Virgil insisted he should sleep, and Patton asked him, in hushed tones, "turn me Virgil, so I can be with you, please." Patton didn't want the immortality, or the forever, or the hunt. He wanted Virgil. He wants Virgil.

So, he turned him. And now they were in this forever. They have grown together, lived together, hunted together, fallen in love together.

They hadn't seen themselves in decades. And decades was not an exaggeration by any means. But with the whole not being able to see their own reflections thing it made life that little bit harder; so, they relied on each other for style advice, especially to keep up with the times, and they admired each other even further, recalling to one another which things they loved about the other.

They were changing one day when Patton gasped suddenly. Virgil spun around in surprise expecting Patton to be hurt or something but he wasn't, Patton was staring back at him. "What?" Virgil said sharply but voice laced with confusion. Patton didn't say anything but moved closer to the other, Virgil stayed put as Patton circled around him several times, stopping occasionally to run his hands across Virgil skin bare skin.

"Patton?" Virgil asked cautiously, unsure of what Patton was doing still. "Your scars." Was all that Patton said. And Virgil's heart sank. Patton had seen his scars many times before, even worshipped and admired them, so what was new. "What about them?" Virgil asked defensively, hiding his insecure thoughts of what if Patton didn't like them? Or him? Or-

"I hadn't realised how pretty they are in this light." Oh. The big front windows were open and the blinds drawn up, they could see the fields and the way the sun shone on them, the sun barely even touching the window, so there was no real danger in it. Patton's hands grazed over his shoulders and trailed down his back, admiring the different scars that littered Virgil's skin. Virgil had told him about them; about the ones from fights, the self inflicted ones, the clumsy accidental ones, all of them.

"Umm," Virgil murmurs, unsure of how to respond to Patton's sincerity. "Love," Patton starts, walking around to face Virgil head on and cupped his face with his hands, "you're so beautiful." Virgil rolled his eyes but smiled nevertheless, quickly kissing Patton before slipping his t-shirt on over his head and heading for the door. "Breakfast?" Virgil asked, waiting at the door way for Patton, who all but skips over to the other and replies, "absolutely."