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Soulmate Au Part 2 (Prinxiety)

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T.W. Anxiety attacks.

A year had passed since Roman and Virgil went on their first date. They'd been on countless other dates, including some double dates with Logan and Patton.

The two pairs had remained friends throughout the remainder of high school and had just begun their journey into college.

The four friends shared a room, not that any were complaining, except maybe Virgil and the reasoning behind everything that was done in life.

Roman found his boyfriend adorable and would pepper kisses all over his face, and that would be one of the few times Virgil's tough exterior would drop.

He trusted Roman with his life, and so, when Roman peppered kisses all over his face, Virgil would be a blushing mess, and Roman would find it adorable, which spurred him on to do more.

Roman trusted Virgil equally as much, but he wasn't ready to open up to his boyfriend about one small issue.

That issue being his anxiety.

Roman didn't want to cause his boyfriend anymore stress than he was already going through, and so kept his anxiety to himself. Thus, resulting in many silent attacks in the middle of the night.

Virgil had noticed the bags forming underneath his boyfriend's eyes, but when asked about them, Roman would dismiss it, like it was no big deal, and the entire ordeal worried Virgil.

—

One day, after a particularly stressful exam, Virgil and Roman made their way back to the dorm room.

Patton and Logan had other classes to attend, which meant the room was silent, and they had it to themselves.

Roman and Virgil curled up on the formers bed, since the latter claimed it was comfier.

It didn't take long for the two to fall asleep.

—

Roman awoke an hour later, his heart rate elevated, and his hands sweaty. His hair was a mess and he didn't care. He entangled his hands in his hair and tugged slightly. Tears streamed down his face, and he rocked back and forth slightly, with his knees to his chest and arms wrapped around his legs.

Virgil awoke due to the movement in the bed, and recognised the tell-tale signs of an attack.

He pulled one of Romans hands away from his legs, and rested it in his own chest, talking softly to the anxious male in front of him.

"Roman, can you hear me?" He received a nod in response.

"Can you breathe with Me? In for four, hold for seven, out for eight." He exaggerated his breathing, allowing Roman to feel what he was doing.

Once Roman was able to speak, he started the grounding process.

"Can you name five things you see?"

"The beds, the closets, the bathroom door, the hard floor, and you."

"Four things you can hear"

"The AC, the creak of the beds, voices outside, you."

"Three things you can feel."

"The bed, the wall, and the bedside table."

"Two things you can smell."

"Your cologne, and food."

"One thing you can taste."

"My tears."

Roman took one final deep breath and looked at his boyfriend, who had a small smile on his face, and pulled Roman into a hug.

"Thank you."

"I will always be here to help you with an attack. Don't worry about me, wake me if I'm asleep, or whatever. I'm here for you because I love you."

Roman curled into the side of his boyfriend more, and felt a soft kiss being pressed to his head.

He tilted his head up, and caught his boyfriend lips in his own.

No matter how often Roman kisses Virgil, the latter would always let out a slight gasp of surprise. Which would make Roman fall in love even more.

Virgil was perfect, and nothing he could do, would change that.

They parted slowly, and smiled, a light blush coated their cheeks, as it did whenever they kissed.

"I love you." Roman whispered

"I love you too." Virgil smiled.

—

A few weeks later, Roman was having a hard time in one of the classes he shared with Virgil, and Virgil had noticed his distress and anxiety.

Roman tried to gain the attention of his boyfriend from across the room, but he couldn't do it.

His hands were shaking so he couldn't write to him.

That's when he felt the familiar burning sensation on his wrist.

He looked down, and just as he drew an infinity sign daily, Virgil would draw a heart daily.

However, the set time Virgil drew said heart was varied, Roman would always do it as soon as he got up in a morning.

Feeling the sensation in his wrist was enough to ground him.

—

After class, he thanked his boyfriend, who shrugged and walked with his boyfriend back to their dorm.

—

From that day on, Virgil, since he woke up earlier than Roman, would draw a heart on his wrist, for Roman to wake up to, and to let him know that he was loved, and no matter what, Virgil was always there.

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Thanks to blookyisanawesomecat for the comment that spurred this idea. They're amazing, and super (califragilisticexpialidocious even though the sound of it is something quite atrocious. Did someone say atrocious? Are you kidding me? We have expelled you from the last two blogs. Do you have any idea how rude it is to interrupt one of these. Well... {I don't care, i love it} okay enough with the references now. Sorry about that. I get carried away sometimes.) and awesome and (dare I say anymore?) a great friend!
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