Moxiety Oneshots

[3] Art Block

T.W. Mentions of a Panic Attack

Virgil sighed and looked at his paper. It was blank. He'd been trying for days to get something down. Anything. But his mind would not cooperate, and he didn't know what he could do. Normally, he'd go to Logan, who would help him with some idea, but Logan had recently begun dating the fanciful facet, leaving less time for Virgil to talk to him. How the two ended up together was beside Virgil, but as long as they were happy, he didn't care. He knew he could go to Patton for help, but something stopped him every time, but he wasn't sure what it was.

Gathering his things, he walked back to the mind, and to his room, wondering if he'd find some inspiration in there. Though it was unlikely, it was an excuse to leave the imagination, where all the Figments were bothering him, adding to his inability to draw.

As he walked towards his room, he crashed into Patton, causing everything the two were holding to go flying, and land scattered across the floor, and landing Virgil beneath the childish trait.

His cheeks burned red, and he found it hard for him to move. He didn't necessarily want to, but he found his anxiety creeping up, and he knew if he didn't move, he would slip into and attack, which would make Patton think he had done something wrong, which he hadn't. It was all Virgil's fault, again, for not paying attention to where he was going.

"I'm so sorry, Virge." Patton finally managed out, and he stood up, extending his hand out for Virgil to take, hoping things weren't too damaged.

"No, it's fine." Virgil muttered, dusting himself off, after taking Patton's hand, and being helped to his feet.

He looked to the ground, and noticed an abundance of crumbs scattered around the floor. Logan was not going to be happy when he saw the mess. In amongst the crumbs, were the tips of some pencil crayons, and paper. Most of Virgil's art was on show, for anyone to walk past and see. Even more nerve wracking, was that Patton was able to see everything he'd drawn, from the other sides, to food, to landscapes, and it wasn't bad art, he just didn't want Patton seeing some of the stuff he'd done of him.

"Virge...?"

Virgil's heart dropped, and he swallowed thickly, worrying about what Patton had seen. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Yeah?"

"What's this?" Patton held out a piece of art drawn months prior. It contained Patton, and the other two sides, surrounded by happiness and quotes. It was something Virgil had drawn on one of his down days, and in the top right corner, if you looked closely, you could see Virgil in the midst of one of his panic attacks, surrounded by blackness.

"I uh... I was having a bad day, and I was thinking that you guys were better off without me. This was months ago though, I don't know why I kept it."

"Why didn't you come to me?"

"I didn't want to be a bother."

"You can never bother me..."

"I know you say that all the time, but I still worry..."

"I'm always here for you."

"In what way?" Virgil hadn't meant to ask the question, it just slipped out. In the past few moments, standing with Patton in the hallway, he realised he had developed feelings for the paternal figure.

"I... What?" The question had stumped Patton. He'd always thought of himself as the father figure in their lives, but something about Virgil made him feel different, and less like a father.

"Are you here for me like a dad, or something else?" Virgil found his heart rate increasing, he didn't want to know the answer to the question, but at the same time, he did. It was a stupid question to ask, but he needed to know whether he needed to get over it or not.

"I... Something else?" Patton was beyond confused, but he didn't want to lie about it. He definitely felt something towards Virgil, but he couldn't describe it, even if he was the feeling trait.

Virgil's breath caught in his throat, and he looked at Patton confused. "You mean there is a possibility that you could feel similarly about me, to how I do about you?" (I don't know if this makes sense. I think it does?)

"Possibly?" Patton was confused about Virgil's behaviour. He couldn't deny that he liked this more confident side of him, but he was definitely confused.

"Patton..." Virgil's confident exterior faltered slightly, and he frowned slightly.

"Virgil... I like you. I think. I want to be with you, I like you differently to the others. I want to protect you in a different way. I want you..."

"Are you... You're not just saying that?"

"I don't understand it fully, even though I should, but yes, I mean it."

Virgil's frown turned into a wide grin, and he flung himself into the arms of the side in front of him, and he felt genuinely happy.

During the course of their conversation, they forgot about the mess, until Virgil stepped back onto one of his pencils, and heard it crack beneath his foot.

"I guess I need more pencils..." He sighed, and looked down, realising he had a mess to clean up. "We should clean this up before Logan loses his mind..." He smiled at the idea.

The two set about cleaning up the hallway, making a mental note to bake more cookies, and conjure up more pencils.

If Virgil had more inspiration after that, who is to know? And if Logan lost his mind with all the crumbs and pencil tips pressed into the rug in the hallway? Who is to say?

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