Sanders Sides One-shots

Too Close To The Sun (OTP - Moxiety) [1/2]

Ship: Moxiety (Holy shit, haven't done this ship in AGES)

TW: Swearing. Like a lot. Self-worth issues.

YUP. I AM BACK. AND I AM FUCKING TIRED ALREADY CAUSE I FUCKED UP MY SLEEP CYCLE LMAO

Okay, so, I'm hoping to go for daily updates cause it's the school holidays, but we'll see if I'm motivated enough to do that, lol

This fic is hopefully gonna be long to make up for the fact that I've been gone for a while.

ALSO. This fic is gonna reference a lot of Greek shit, so prepare yourself for learning! Whooooooooo!

Note is at the bottom!

Thin streaks of sunlight filtered through the gaps of the charcoal black curtains, dancing slowly upon the carpeted floor. The large oak tree's leaves rustling in the morning's winds sounded as if they were the harmony to the bird's early serenade. The loud chatter of the crowds were prominent even through the shut window, which prompted the young teen still curled up reluctantly in his bed to groan and press his ears deeper into his pillow in hopes of drowning them out.

The blare of an alarm drew another groan from him. It was louder, and sounded already fed up with the day before it actually began.

The knock that he'd gotten so accustomed to hearing at precisely the same time every day came right on time. "Virgil. Get the fuck up."

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuckinggggggg kill me."

"Very well. But in order for that to occur, you must get the fuck up and open the fucking door."

"Lolo, Virg, what did I say about swearing and being sarcastic little shits so early in the morning?"

"If it's so fucking early in the morning, WHY THE FUCK DO I NEED TO BE AWAKE?!" Virgil shot up from his bed, throwing his pillow at the door in a display of his hatred towards mornings.

"Virg, darling. Any hour of the day is too early for me. I need my beauty sleep."

Logan snorted, and Virgil could just imagine the playful grin spreading across the face, even without being able to see it. "Yes, it appears you do need as much as help as possible in that aspect, don't you?"

"MY OWN HUSBAND! BULLYING ME! ROMAN PRINCE CREATIVITY HOLMES!" And Virgil could also imagine Roman clutching his heart and falling to his knees dramatically, fake tears dripping down his face; ever the actor.

"Why wouldn't he?" Virgil called out, finally pushing himself off his bed and padding over to the door to unlock it. His signature smirk made its entrance right as Roman made a choked noise of betrayal.

"Rude!" He pouted, crossing his arms.

Logan smirked as well, nodding in approval. "Anyway. Whilst Roman decomposes and finally becomes useful for once in his life--" the appalled squawk from the dying ball on the floor went ignored by the both of them, "--Virg, go get ready for school. Make sure you groom your wings."

Sighing, Virgil nodded and practically dragged his feet towards the bathroom.

Sometimes he hated the fact that Logan and Roman were so attentive towards him; it was almost scary how they could sense his emotions. Logan was always good at helping him process his insecurities, whilst Roman was good at helping him process his emotions.