"Who?"
"Roman."
More silence. Logan wasn't sure how to respond. That didn't seem to make much sense, he always thought the two had hated each other. He supposed anything could change with enough time, but how had Virgil heard him laugh? What was the context of the laugh?
"Come on, Lo, you said you met your soulmate when you were younger- what the hell does 'blue' look like, what color are my eyes? What color are HIS eyes?" Virgil was rambling like crazy, asking what color things were. The carpet, the desk, the computer. Everything. Logan took a deep breath, now placing his hands on Virgil's shoulders.
"Virgil."
"Yeah?"
"Please shut up."
Virgil complied, although he was a bit hurt by the sentence. Logan's cheeks flushed pink. He was one of the very few people to meet his soulmate at a young age, but he only ever confided in that with Virgil. It was only natural for Virgil to come to the only person he knew who saw color.
"Your eyes are a smokey, very light blue- almost gray color. His eyes are almost fuchsia. The carpet is blue, my desk is brown, the computer is gray but it's an off gray and that's why it looks different. My tie is blue." He stated, quickly, matter-of-factly. Virgil nodded, but one question had always been on his mind.
"Who is YOUR soulmate, Logan?" Logan's face went bright red, from his hairline down to the bottom of his neck. He started stuttering over his words ('W-well, I, Well, Uh, You see I, Well,'), which was very unlike him. Virgil chuckled, patting his friend's back. "You don't have to tell me, I was just curiou-"
"Patton."
"Patton?"
"Yeah."
"Nice."
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Color.
RomanceHave you ever heard that cheesy line? You know, the one about how falling in love makes you see colors brighter? Well, take that a bit literally. Imagine not seeing colors your whole life. But then you hear someone's laugh- a laugh so wonderful your...
