(A/N:) Human au. Enjoy.
Third Person P.O.V:
Virgil stood stiff as a board, staring at his reflection in the mirror with a look of disdain and a hellacious feeling in the pit of his stomach. He looked intensely at the image of himself staring back, loathing the way he looked so out of place and uncertain. He was dressed in a dark purple suit with a black tie on and slate black shoes on. He'd skipped the eye-makeup today, though parting with his eyeshadow was not an easy task. He'd done it though, all for a good cause as this wasn't really the scene for it. Though it was how he felt most times, today was the day where he would be expected to be calm, courageous. Even-keel. But no, that wasn't Virgil, and even on a happy occasion such as this, he was eaten away by self-doubt and fear.
He studied himself carefully, though it wasn't as if he was "checking himself out." Ugh, far from it. He wasn't the sort of person to become self-absorbed or bask in their appearance; that seemed to be more princey's forte, but never the less he found it incredibly crucial that he looked as confident and presentable as he could muster.
It was Virgil's wedding day – god it felt so weird saying that. Virgil never thought he was ever going to be lucky enough to get a boyfriend, much less a husband. He'd been close friends with Patton for a few years, silently suffering in the love that grew and grew for the pun-loving man. Of course, Patton would want someone who was as compassionate and emotional, someone soft and kind and friendly all of the time. Someone that wasn't him. He didn't stand a chance.
He really had tried to stop himself from falling Patton, but he just couldn't help it and there was no going back once it had begun. As torturous as it had been getting to be so close to Patton but knowing deep down that he could never have him, he was his best friend and if he could have anything at all, he would take a good friendship. Even if it hurt him dearly, he'd rather have Patton in his life and suffer rather than not have him in it at all. This went on for a long time, as he had decided that he could never come forward about his feelings, his anxieties and fears gripping him tightly. But then something spectacular had happened.
Patton had kissed him.
It had been quick, only a couple of seconds at most but, goddamn it all, that was one of the most magical moments of Virgil's life. They'd been sitting on the sofa at Pat's place watching a movie and the two had been cuddling as Patton was a very touchy-feely guy. Usually, Virgil was about the opposite, but with Pat, he acted a little different, a bit more vulnerable. Sometimes it was hard to tell if that was a good thing or not. When the film had ended the two had been leaning close to each other, so close they could feel each other's breath on their faces, the silence stiffly awkward. Virgil didn't know what had come over his friend but suddenly he'd surged forward the final length between them and closed the gap. Even in the darkened room, Virgil was fairly sure he'd never been so red-in-the-face.
Patton had pulled away quick;y, flicking on the lights to see Virgil staring back with the widest eyes. It had been so fast-paced that he hadn't even gotten a chance to kiss back. Instantly, Patton was sputtering apology after apology about how out of line he had been, and he didn't know where in the world his mind had been before suddenly Virgil had leaned forwards and shut him up with a stronger, more heated kiss.
Virgil had never been an "in the moment" kind of a guy who could just do something so emotional, so spontaneously and his anxiety would have normally held him back from anything of that sort even if he wanted to, but with Patton going for it when he was so certain he could never feel the same way, he gained a momentarily supply of confidence. And this time Patton hadn't pulled away, hadn't gone stiff but rather closed his eyes and clung tightly to Virgil, pouring every ounce of himself into the kiss.
