Sander sides one shots

Prinxeity - Forehead kiss

Warnings: The brief mention of being stabbed in the heart.

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It was a normal day in the minespace, Logan was reading the Harry Potter series again, Patton was playing with a dusty fidget spinner he found in his room and Virgil was on the floor having an existential crisis Dan Howell style. Roman was there about three hours ago but he left to defeat a dragon witch that had been terrorizing his section of the imagination realm.

All was well. Well, that was until Patton got a phone call. A Hello Kitty ringtone started playing, interrupting the slient peace of the living room. "Yellow?" Patton quickly answered, knowing full well both Logan and Virgil hated his ringtone. He didn't even look at the caller ID. Patton furrowed his eyebrows when he didn't get a response back. He pulled the phone away from his ear.

His eyes widened when he saw it was Roman. The fanciful trait never called when he was in imagination, except when he butt dialed or he was in danger and Patton had a gut feeling it was the latter. "Uh... who's turn is it to sort out the 'Roman'?" Roman's name had become a adjective or code word to describe when Roman did something dumb and was trouble.

Logan pulled out his phone to check. "I believe it's Virgil..." Virgil groaned from his place lying down on the floor, hiding his internal concern for the prince's wellbeing. He stands, brushing his zipped up jacket off. "I'm going, I'm going." Virgil sunk out to a specific place in imagination where Roman normally was. Sure enough, he was there.

He just plunged his trusted sword into the dragon witch's heart, Virgil felt queasy at the sight alone. Roman pulled his sword out of it's chest, putting his sword in the holster and whipping his sweaty forehead with the back of his left hand. He was panting like a dog, finally noticing Virgil who was standing about eight feet away. "Hello Virgil, what are you doing here?"

Virgil frowned and crossed his arms. He came here and Roman was barely injured. "You called Patton, he thought you got hurt... apparently, you just butt dialed him. Again." Virgil tried to make his voice as hostile as possible but couldn't hide the relief from his tone. Roman shrugged, chuckling lightly. Virgil rolled his eyes
and punching the prince in the arm.

"That's what you get for making me worry!" Roman continued laughing, rubbing his arm and quietly mumbling ow under his breath. The anxious facet was a lot stronger than he excepted. The two sunk back out to mindspace living room. Roman walked to his room, claiming he needed some beauty sleep but in truth, the battle he had was exhausting.

About 5 hours later, it was dinner time and still hadn't come down Roman. Patton made pasta with a special sause that was strong scented and Roman loved it. "Can you go wake him up, Virgil?" Patton asked, pouring the Italian dish into the plates as Logan set the table. Virgil groaned from the couch, shutting down his phone that he had been scrolling on Tumblr on.

"Fiiiiinnnneeee." Virgil stood up, speaking like a true teenager. He walked to Roman's door, not bothering to knock as he entered. Roman was still asleep. Virgil didn't have the heart to wake him up since he looked so peaceful. He walked back down the stairs and took Roman's plate from the table. He went up the stairs again.

He walked though Roman's still open door and placed the dish on Roman's bedside. Virgil brushed the hair out of the prince's face, blushing as Roman unconsciously leaned into the touch. "Stupid prince... you really worried me..." Virgil's voice soften. He looked around the room to see if the other two were there. They weren't. He sighed, kneeling down.

He gave Roman a quick kiss on the forehead and left to eat his own dinner. He most certainly didn't realize said trait was still awake.

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660 words.

That's so close to the devil's number...

Again, sorry for the crappy chapter.