Unstable || Prinxiety

Chapter 25

Where was Roman? The party had been going on for hours, but there was still no sign of the flamboyant person. The last time Virgil had seen him had been about 2 hours ago and he had been wasted. Stumbling around the place with the coordination of  a baby Giraffe, it was obvious that he was too drunk to walk. Virgil felt guilt weave throughout his body like a snake, he should've helped Roman get safely home. Now he could be doing God knows what. Virgil sighed as he turned towards the lounge again, his eyes taking in the room and its intoxicated inhabitants. His vision blurred. Where could Roman possibly be?

Virgil would be lying if he said that he wasn't worried. With the amount that he'd been drinking, Roman could be anywhere. Hell, he could be lost in his own bathroom for all Virgil knew

"Where haven't I checked?" Virgil wondered. He stained to recount his actions within the past hour, but the more he focused, the more unbearable the repetitious thumping in his head became. Ouch.

Again, Virgil would be lying if he said that he hadn't had his fair share of alcohol. Walking away from the tempting drink table, Virgil sighed as he shook his head trying in vein to keep his wits. He didn't expect that alcohol would have such an effect on him.

Slowly, Virgil counted the places that his had searched off his fingers. The lounge - that was a given - the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen. No one  had left the apartment, he thought, so where could Roman be?

The hair on his arm raised and his neck prickled slightly. Why was he nervous? Surely Roman couldn't possibly be in any danger, Virgil told himself. But deep down, he wasn't so sure.

In an instant, a sudden wave of fear washed over him as he noticed that the balcony door was slightly adjar. The balcony. Roman must've gone out there a while ago, perhaps to seek some peace and quiet. What if, in a drunk, blacked-out daze, Roman had somehow fallen off the balcony? It was a ridiculous thought, yes, but to Virgil - as drunk as he was - it was everything but implausible. He shuddered as he remembered a prior incident in which some poor drunk side had fallen off their own balcony while drunk. The more he thought about the situation, the more anxious he became. He couldn't let a drunk Roman out there!

Thumping head forgotten, Virgil turned and bolted to the balcony. This was all his fault. The speaker skipped and his favourite song echoed throughout the apartment, but Virgil was in too much of a hurry to notice. He slid the door open and stumbled on the slippery, wet patio. Had it been raining? Through the excitement of the party, Virgil hadn't even noticed.

The wind, strong and biting, almost knocked Virgil off his feet. He let out a yell as he felt himself begin to fall, but was caught by something. Someone.

"Roman? You have got to be kidding me!"

"Um, excuse you! Are you not happy to see me? I literally saved your life."

"You literally saved my life? That might be a bit of an exaggeration." Virgil laughed despite himself. "And you can let go of me now, you know?" he looked pointedly at Roman's arms still wrapped around Virgil's waist like a vice.

"What if I don't want to?"

Virgil couldn't help but tingle at response to Roman's seductive tone. His drunk mind went to places that it should never go, and he felt his head start to spin.

"W...what are you doing out here?" he managed, trying his hardest to seem indifferent about the hand on his waist.

"Um.." Roman averted his eyes, turning his head so that Virgil could see the cigarette dangling carelessly from his lips.

"You smoke?!"

"Someone gave it to me. I had to try it out somewhere."

Virgil, throughout all of his years hanging out with the most dodgy of sides, had never encountered a side that smoked as Thomas was strongly opposed to the consept himself. Who could possibly have given Roman the cigar-

"Never mind about that," Roman brought his hand subtly lower on Virgil's back and closing the proximity between them, "let's focus on something else."

"Like what?" Virgil couldn't tell what was getting to him more - the alcohol or what Roman was suggesting.

"Maybe... The view."

Oh. Virgil gazed outwards onto the horizon. The rain jumping from behind the dark, looming clouds was falling heavily, swallowed only by the merciless ocean below. The angry, dancing waves seemed to be uncalmable. It was a dangerous but beautiful scene.

"It's amazing," Virgil whispered. He had always loved this view, and sharing it with Roman was even better.

"It really is," Roman responded. But his eyes were only on Virgil.

Virgil coughed. Neither of them said a word, their gaze said more than either could. The wind blew suddenly, sending droplets of cool rain onto their faces, but neither noticed.

Roman hestited briefly before bending down and connecting his soft lips to Virgil's skin. It was a light touch, yet it sent shivers down Virgil's spine. "If you want to stop me, do it now," he whispered, restraining himself for a moment. Both of their breathings were hard, ragged - raw. When Virgil still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow or his temple. "Or now," he whispered, tracing the line or Virgil's cheekbone. "Or now," his lips were now resting against Virgil's.  Virgil could smell the alcohol on Roman's breath and could almost taste the bitterness of cigarette on his tongue, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was that they were finally together.

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Sorry for taking so long to update! If anyone's still actually reading this, thanks so much! 💜❤💕❤💜💕