Sanders Sides ONE SHOTS

The Dark Prince

Warning:
- Rejection
- Heavy insults
- Detailed mentions of self harm
- Mentions of blood
- Violence
- Swearing
- Death

Roman had prepared for this day for months, possibly even years, it felt like. He had had this crush on Virgil for god knows how long, and he was FINALLY ready to ask his Emo fantasy out. He grew needy for his love, his affection, his sheer warming presence with him at all times, and he felt a burning desire to protect the precious angel at all costs.

He needed to kiss Virgil until all of their worries seeped away into oblivion and remind them both that they're going to be alright, that everything will be okay in the end, just as long as they have each other.

Roman paced the living room, fiddling with the sleeves of his Prince attire— which he had subtlety decorated with a little extra romantic flare to give him that extra attractiveness.

Luckily, that day him and Virgil had been the only ones in the mind-scape, as it was mandatory for Logan and Patton to be with Thomas all day to help him with certain tasks and videos, which meant that Roman was free to do whatever the hell he wanted.

The Prince took a deep breath as he flicked his wrist gingerly, dimming the lights to a dim chestnut colour to set the atmosphere to a more warming one, rather than an overwhelming one. He once again turned his palm flat to the wall above the couch which made some dim white fairy lights appear, and some rose petals to appear scattered across that wall.

He continued to do this until the entire room was covered in romantic and comforting decorations and the atmosphere was nice and comfy. As a last touch, he lit a pomegranate scented candle and switched on some quiet, romantic music in the background.

He was ready.

This was his time.

He took one last deep breath, and then...

"Virgil? Can you come here for a second?"

He called out, hoping that said side had heard him.

He breathed out a sigh of relief as he heard haste footsteps trotting down the staircase and into the living room, followed by none other than Virgil himself, looking as beautiful as ever.

Roman subconsciously smiled as a salmon dusting painted his cheeks, exploring their way up his face and down his neck and collarbone.

"You need something, Roman?" Virgil paused, examining the room around him. "Oh, please don't tell me you need help with decorating the living room for another one of your 'romantic outings' with some random prince that you happened to save." The Emo rolled his eyes in annoyance and shoved his hands into his pockets.

Roman felt a twinge of hurt shoot through his heart as he soaked up Virgil's words. He momentarily managed to brush off the thought of Virgil simply having a moment after being disturbed from presumably laying comfortably in his bed.

"I haven't had any Princes over in over seven months, Virgil, you know that," Roman chuckled nervously. "And there's... actually a reason for that." He reached up and scratched the back of his neck. "There's a reason for this entire thing, actually."

Virgil quirked an eyebrow curiously. "Tell me."

Roman took some time to breathe before finally spilling the truth out to his long term crush.

"Well," he started, hooking his hands behind his back and conjuring up a black and red rose. "I've had my eye on someone special these past months... and my heart seems to be keen on following one's dreams. My heart seems to be attracted to this one individual, and this one lovely individual only. I've tried to very hard to destroy these feelings for this one person, I really have. But I've accepted it, and I don't regret it. This person is the sweetest, most adorable individual I've ever seen." He took a second to collect his thoughts and what he was gonna say next.