Moxiety Oneshots

[1] Long Nights (Platonic)

Virgil sighed and traced the stars on his ceiling, with his eyes, for the hundredth time that night. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep, more like he couldn't sleep, no matter what he did, or which way he lay, he could not relax himself and his mind enough to be able to sleep. There wasn't much light in his room, but it was too much and not enough at the same time. The moon shone through his curtains, illuminating a small patch of carpet, and he was cold, despite the temperature being rather high in the Mind.

He sighed and swung his legs over the side of the bed, almost immediately regretting the decision and wanting to crawl back under the covers for warmth, but he didn't, and pushed himself to his feet. He ignored the lingering fear of what could lurk in the dark, and walked to his door, pushing the handle down, slowly, as to not make any noise, or wake another side. He padded down the hallway, and internally cringed, knowing that it was almost completely dark, and he had no way of seeing what was further than two feet in front of him, but he refused to get his phone or summon a torch, since he knew any light shifts would wake the other sides, especially ones as sudden as from a torch.

He paused his footsteps outside the pale blue door, one which he had carved into his memory. The baby blue door stood, covered in puppy stickers, and the occasional kitten sticker, along with a few posters, and small inspirational quotes, written by all the sides, minus Virgil. He wanted to write something on the door, but he never had any ideas of how to be inspirational. He wanted to make someone happy when they read it, but he didn't think he had any way to make someone else happy. The door had its fair share of scratches and dents, due to the sides knocking on it, and a puppy scratching at the door from the one time Roman couldn't find it to un-summon it, thus leading to Patton having a puppy for a little while.

Virgil cracked a small smile at what each dent, sticker, or quote reminded him of, and the memories that were associated with the side and their room, which he was creepily stood outside of. He lifted a finger and traced a few of the dents he remembered from fights he got into, or scratches from Roman swinging his sword around too enthusiastically. As much as he denied it, he adored every side he was with. They made his days better, and he couldn't ask for a better family to be accepted into.

He pulled his hand away when he heard the handle twist slightly, and he paused, frozen in place. He hadn't meant to be stood outside the door long enough for someone to find him, and he wasn't quite sure what to do. He'd originally intended on knocking and getting the help he needed to sleep.

"Virgil?" A sleepy voice questioned from in front of him, and he flushed slightly at being caught. He didn't want to be a bother to the fatherly trait, but he wasn't quite sure of who else to go to.

"Sorry." He muttered, pulling his hoodie tighter around him, knowing that if he stayed there, the darkness would close in around him, and he'd feel the familiar icy grip of his anxiety. He wanted to run away, or disappear. He didn't want to be under the worried gaze of Patton, he didn't want to talk, or explain why he was there. He just wanted to be taken into his room, and held until he fell asleep, letting any demons that were hiding in his room to be banished, and for the light to be right, and for the temperature to be perfect.

"Do you need me to come with you, or do you want to come in here? I can make you a hot chocolate, and we can talk, then I can take you back to bed?" Patton knew what Virgil went through, it happened often. Virgil would go to Patton's room, and wait until Patton woke up, usually due to the creaking of the floor outside his door, or the faint sound of Virgil's fingers on the door. Once Patton awoke, they would go and have a hot chocolate and a cookie, sometimes engage in a conversation, other times, they'd stay silent, and once it was all done with, Patton would go with Virgil to his room, and they'd fall asleep together.

Virgil loved Patton, and he loved how secure he would make him feel. Patton had always accepted him, which was why it was so much easier for him to go to him. He knew he'd never be judged, and he'd be allowed to just be himself. He knew the other sides were beginning to be the same way, it was just different. He still worried about having his fears classed as illogical, or be made fun of because of them. He knew he was scared of the dark, and that his fear was rather irrational, but he didn't want mocking because of it. He was scared of it, in the same way Patton was afraid of spiders.

Virgil sat on the counter, the same way he had many nights before, and he watched Patton making the drinks. He smiled to himself slightly, and looked at his father figure. Without Patton, he was sure he wouldn't have made it this long, he never felt comfortable with himself, but when Patton started actually caring for him like the son he treats him as he is now, he felt a little hope in the others, and himeslf.

"Can you get the cookies, Kiddo?" Patton turned to Virgil, pulling him out of his thoughts, and Virgil nodded slightly, smiling weakly. "What was it tonight?" Virgil heard Patton ask, after he'd turned around to grab the cookies.

"The dark, and the temperature." He muttered, even though he knew Patton accepted him, fears and all, he still found himself getting self conscious when it came to talking about why he didn't sleep.

"Do you need me to stay with you when we go back upstairs?"

"Please." Virgil turned back and looked at Patton, sending him another small smile, exchanging the cookies for the mug of hot chocolate. "Thank you. I appreciate you staying up with me."

"Of course Kiddo, you know I will do anything to make sure you're okay."

Virgil looked down at the hot chocolate in the mug, which was rested on his legs, with his fingers wrapped around it, absorbing it's heat, and smiled. It was a genuine, happy smile.

"I love you, Dad." He looked up and saw Patton ready to burst, he looked overly happy, and he had to try his hardest to not squeal.

"I love you too, Kiddo." He spoke, once he'd managed to calm himself down.

They sat in silence for the rest of the time, eating cookies, and drinking their hot chocolate. By the time they'd finished, it was nearing four in the morning, and they needed the sleep. So, they left their dirty mugs in the sink, not caring if Logan got mad at them in a few hours, and they stashed the cookies away again, in a place only they knew about, before they headed off to bed, where Virgil was held in Patton's arms, protected from any demons that were lurking in the shadows, and the temperature in his room evened out with his breathing.

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