Little Sides stories (Sanders Side One Shot )

What is and is not a chair!

It was safe to say that Prince Roman was feeling quite undeniably fabulous that evening not only had he just returned from a magnificent fest in his honour after an epic battle with the dragon-witch in the imagination realm but he had also just been informed by fairy godmother that his new sash was ready. So no one could blame him if he had an extra spring in his step than usual and No he was not skipping despite what Virgil may argue. But as he was heading towards his chambers in the mind palace a loud crash erupted from down the corridor with what was left of his earlier battle adrenalin Roman unshaved his sword and charge toward the sound.

As he drew nearer he observed that the ruckus came from Vigils room. Tho not partially wanting to get into another feud that night but more alarmed by the sound to think of knocking or his own himself preservation for what would happen if he didn't the prince slowly opened the door. At first glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary thou the room was dark and had note and sketchbook littering the bed with a dark purple pencil case in the middle. Seeing nothing strange other than not seeing Virgil who normally would have thrown a pillow at him and demanding that he leave Roman was about to leave when a low groan came from within, turning back carefully enters the room and called for it owner. He was soon answered by a louder groan and a colourful array of words that if herd would have Patton washing your mouth out with soup in second.

Following to sound, he came across something he failed to notice before the large black dresser that lay directly opposite the bed was jutting out slightly, peering being he found the source of the crash and the owner of the room, for wedging behind the dresser trying to look up at him was an upside-down with his legs in the air was anxiety. After the initial shock and a quick photo on his phone for later strategic purposes, Roman carefully moved the dresser forward slowly lowering Virgil in the proses. As soon as his feet touched the floor Virgil sprang to his feet, the promptly on his face from dizziness

"maybe you should stay sitting while the blood drains from your head"

Roman chuckle in amusement end up  being glared at by anxiety

"Oh quit it Hot Topic, You should be thanking me I just saved you from a terrible squashed fate. What were you doing behind there anyway?"

Virgil Rolled his eyes

" Whatever Sir-Sing-A-Lot"

Ge snapped releasing  a tired sigh while he slowly trying to stand up again, huffing Roman just stood their hands on hips waiting, Realising princely wouldn't leave without an answer Virgil inwardly groan stretched his sore back  grumbling

"Fine ok I was sitting on top of the dresser sketching when my pencil fell behind it when I went to get it I slipt and fell and go stuck my self. Happy now!"

For what felt like hours no one said a word the only thing that changed was a small blush on Anxiety cheek where his foundation had rubbed off during the fall he hated awkward silences, almost as much as answering questions so he Careful made his way over to his  bed to make some distance between them and also to sit down as his back was killing him, as he settled down the prince finely spoke

"But why were you sitting on the dresser in the first place?"

this caused Vigils face to now turn scarlet as he bowed his head to avoid eye contact

"Well, I...IlikesittinguptherebecausIfinditrlaxingbeingupthereinsteadofmychair"

Roman just blinked

"Sorry, umm... what was that ?"

Virgil tried to take in a deep breath but the telltale signs of a panic attack where creeping up on him it was stupid he knew to panic when there was no reason too what so ever too, he's in his own room, he can do whatever he wanted without anyone else judging him, even Roman... No especially Roman! but no matter how hard he tried he still couldn't get the thought of what the others might think of him out of his head, so he tried to explain again but slower this time

"I like sitting up there because I find it relaxing being up there instead of a chair.Look I don't know it just feels safer"

Roman stared about to object when he was cut off

"Don't even say it Princey I know...I know I just fell off the darn thing and I know you're not supposed to sit on it but... but I can see the whole room from up there and my back to one corner, up there I'm higher than anyone or thing else in the room andI...I...I don't know it just feels... feels comforting somehow, feels Safe"

Anxiety breathing was now becoming uneven as he slowly curled in on himself, on seeing this Roman didn't know what to do, Yes he'd comforted damsels in distress before but this was different, this was Virgil and if he didn't do something soon he'de pass out. So slowly he perched himself on the bed beside the panicked man and did the first thing he could think of and hugged him.

"Hey umm... look this is nothing to get worked up about I was just curious that's all! Now come on the breath with me in and out, in and out there we go nice and slow"

after half an hour Virgil had calmed down and fallen asleep with roman trapt beneath him. smiling slightly down at him Roman gently ran his fingers thro Virgil's hair and with the other hand scrolled thro the photos on his phone.

So one little story down. what Virgil did in this story happened to me when I was twelve. for some reason, I love being on top of my dresser to draw and one day fell down the back my dad found me five minutes later and was forbidden to climb on anything in the house again. still did tho. I realise the ending to this isn't very good but depending on if people like it or not there may be a sequel to enhance the ending.