(A/N:) Here's a prinxiety human AU. Enjoy.
Third Person P.O.V:
Roman's nimble fingers typed with rapid-fire speed as a flurry of poetically crafted words were sprinkled across his computer screen. His eyes were heavy and tired, hands having seemed to gone immune to cramping some hours before. His hair was tousled and unkempt, unlike his usually quite proper maintenance of it and he had switched into sweatpants and an old T-Shirt earlier in the evening, an outfit that he wouldn't be caught dead in if he were in public. Never mind that it was nearly three in the morning; there was working to be done.
Roman's mind always seemed to be at work, even his dreams were creative, expansive worlds. That wasn't to say that he'd been getting an acute amount of sleep as of late, on the contrary, he had slipped into a rather destructive sleeping schedule. This fact was not causeless, as most things in life are not. The young college student was embarking on the journey to creating a script for his very own play. The head of the drama production had given him full control over this project, something that was an honor Roman felt blessed to have been given. Never had he been allowed to have such power of a project, and the play was set to debut in the winter, which was approaching more steadily than he would have liked.
The only problem was, Roman wasn't even yet done with the script. His deadline for its completion was rapidly approaching, and the threat of failure hung above him constantly as if it were being dangled by a thin thread, that at a moment's notice could snap. If he did not complete the script by its due date, a different, not student-original play would be performed instead. Roman did not intend to let that happen.
He'd finished almost all of it and was at a point of almost being done with the ending as well as some certain edits and rehashing. Could he finish in time? He was sure the answer was indeed yes, but it would not be without consequence. He had other classes to keep up his grades in and late nights like these were not an uncommon occurrence. Never would Roman admit defeat; in his mind, he needed this just as much as oxygen and food and water. In the same way, he could not to a single soul admit the strain this was causing him and the amount of stress he was undergoing, or at least he didn't think he could tell anyone.
But if he just kept at it, kept working the way that he was and poured in every ounce of energy he would be able to do it. His name could be on a playbill, and he could be the creator of something so incredibly beautiful. He would be –
Roman's thoughts were interrupted by the lights suddenly flickering to life, a discomforted almost animalistic growl emitting from his throat as his strained eyes were subjected to the change in lighting. There in the doorway stood Virgil, Roman's good friend and dormmate, his arms folded over his chest and a disapproving expression on his face. He too was in his pajamas, his signature hoodie that he wore almost all of the time, worn comfortably over them.
"Alright, Sir-Sings-A lot, this is where I draw the line. Time for bed." Virgil's voice was tired out, gruffer than usual and swaying a certain impatience. Virgil himself was someone who was a sufferer of insomnia and could be subject to long nights such as this, but he knew for a fact that Roman was much better at maintaining a decent sleep-schedule, that is if he wanted to. Right now, though, he'd reached his wit's end.
A frown tugged at Roman's lips, though only for a moment before he resumed his typing, his eyes still trained on his screen.
"Sorry, Panic! At the Everywhere, no can do. I need to finish up for tonight or I'm going to be way off schedule. My apologies," Roman snarked, sounding all but apologetic, though his voice was tired and more flat than usual. It didn't carry his usual confidence and suave and was rather bland and worn thin. The yawn that was to directly follow was another clear-cut sign that Roman had all but burnt himself out completely. "Oh, and shut out the light, would you? It's hurting my eyes."
