Point of View: Roman, First Person (haha how much do you miss Virgil's POV? XP)
Timeline: Present Day, Day 7 of Roman's Quest
I groaned, wincing at my pounding head. I raised my hand and pressed them harshly against my temples, trying effortlessly to fix the throbbing pain in my head. Ow...
I looked up, searching for Virgil. Gosh... my head...
"Morning Charmin'," a voice said. I blinked lazily at Virgil, who merely held a water bottle out to me.
"Morning, Hades," I muttered, still holding my head, taking the water bottle from him gratefully. "Ah - what happened?"
"You started freakin' out," Virgil said calmly, holding his staff lightly in his hand. He swung it back and forth easily, seemingly unconcerned at the fact I couldn't remember what happened... yesterday? The day before?
"Freaking... out?" I asked, the words unfamiliar to my tongue.
"You started acting really weird," Virgil explained vaguely, not meeting my eyes. "Mood swings all over the place. I gave you some of my sleeping pills to knock you out for a bit - hoping that you'd wake up."
"S... Sleeping pills?" I repeated, remembering vaguely. "You... you had my sleeping pills," I remembered, frowning.
Virgil shook his head. "They were my sleeping pills. I guess Logan's been busy," Virgil said simply, still not meeting my eyes. His voice was light but his eyes said otherwise, darkened in worry.
"How... how long have I been out?" I asked, wincing slightly. I wouldn't push, I promised I wouldn't push, but I couldn't help the instant urge to convince Virgil to talk to me.
"A good sixteen hours," Virgil admitted, still swinging his staff - still uncharacteristically calm. I guess he's already worked out through all his anxiety while I was out or... something?
Yeah, that was about as believable as it sounded.
"Oh," I said stupidly. I blinked before realizing something. "Wait, have you slept... at all?" I asked him, getting to my feet - still causing a ripple of pain to shoot through my skull.
"Nope," Virgil admitted, tone unnaturally - and unnervingly - cheerful. "But I feel great!" he said smiling - like a real, full smile.
I gaped at him. "Um - m-maybe you should take a little nap," I stuttered, shocked by his... well, everything.
Virgil merely shook his head in response. "Nah - come on, Princess we can still get a little further before nightfall," Virgil yanked me to my feet.
I froze at the name, breath hitching in fear. Princess... that,... that was what he called me in the nightmare...
No, it just had to be a coincidence.
"U-Um are you sure this is a good -"
Virgil waved his hand, brushing away my concern. "I feel great - we can probably reach the Mind Palace today if we get moving."
Still I hesitated. "Virgil, you're not acting like... yourself. Is... is everything okay?" I asked. I couldn't help it. He was worrying me.
"I'm fine," Virgil said, but I noticed his hands grip his staff a little tighter.
"No, no you're not," I pushed, frowning. He was hiding something. "What's wrong?"
"I said I'm fine."
"Clearly you're not," I said, crossing my arms over my chest - ignoring my headache, which was steadily growing stronger. by the second.
Virgil let out a harsh exhale. "I'm fine - the only thing bothering me right is the fact that my boyfriend keeps pushing me even though he knows better than that," Virgil sneered at me.
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The Dark Side of The Imagination {Prinxiety} - Book Two of the Why I Run Series
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] "Princess - reality has never been your strong suit. LET ME GIVE YOU A HEALTHY DOSE." "Maybe you didn't lie... but you didn't tell the truth either. You weren't here. Not as a kid," Roman said. He paused, as if waiting for me to fill in...
