Not your fault

5. blood

"Roman!" a sweet voice sang as soon as the door was opened. The two males entered the house and saw a women walking towards then with arms open. She wrapped her arms around her son and giving a gental squeeze before letting go. "Where have you been, child?" She glanced at Virgil and took in his details and noticing dried tear tracks.

"Hello there, I'm Roman's mother, but you may call me Elizabeth." Virgil nodded and kept quiet. Taking in her details. Long wavy, hair the same dark chocolate and caramel colour as Roman's. Soft skin and bright eyes, and as promised, a beautiful smile that brightened her whole face.

"Mum, this is Virgil."
"Ahh... So I finally meet you~" Virgil looked between Roman and his mother confused.
"W-what do you m-mean... 'finally'?" Roman went wide eyed as he tried not to put his fist in his mouth at the fear of what was about to happen.
"Oh~ Roman used to go on little rants talking about how cute the emo boy named Virgil wa-" Roman pushed his mother away back into the other room and shutting the door while Virgil stood there blushing with a small smile.

"S-sorry about her..." Roman rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and looked towards the stairs as slow banging came down. Two feet turned into two legs sat at the bottom of the stairs before a boy with shades on his hair and light freakles dusting his pale face, pocked his head around the side.

"Sup Roman, hello person I don't know."
"You... just slid down the stairs..." Roman stood there confused as Virgil covered his mouth to stop his smile showing.
"Sliding down stairs means no walking, no walking means less excersise. Less excersise means less physical work. It's called science, Roman... Knowledge." The boy tapped the side of his head to indicate his brain before sloppily getting up and face planting the couch.

"Virgil, meet my baby brother, Remy." Roman sighed and walked to the bottom of the stairs. Remy saluted towards Virgil without looking at the two and Virgil chuckled before biting his lip to stop.

The two older boys walked up the stairs and into what Virgil assumed to be Roman's bedroom. One wall painted red, two walls plain white with the odd photograph and a wall covered in pictures of art and posters, that you can't even see the wall colour. The bed was larger with red duvets and white undersheets, white desk and gold draws. An art desk that seemed to have a lot of paper and pencils and dried, splattered paint. A wardrobe which had mirrors for doors. Virgil walked to the wall that was filled with different colours and a different art piece on every paper; as he admired the art, he noticed something in most of the pictures.
"You're amazing at people... I can't draw people for the life of me... objects, maybe, people are a no for me." Roman smiled and layed on the bed, resting his arms under his head and staring at the ceiling.
"I've had years of practice." Virgil went to trace one of pieces of Roman's sketches, one that seemed to be a sketch of him, wondering how Roman managed to make him more decent in the picture then he feels like he trully looks, but he noticed something far more interesting.
Something red on his hand.

Virgil slowly made his way towards Roman, never taking his eyes off his hands. "R-Roman..." At the mention of his name, he turned his head towards the fearful boy. He shot up and gentally caressed Virgil's hands and looking at the near-enough dried blood on his hands. "Do you think your mother saw, or your brother... or people in the street we walked past?"

"Calm down... you naturally hid your hands in your jumper and my brother would have said something if he saw. Now, all we have to do is go clean the blood off, okay?" Virgil nodded but Roman still noticed his hands shaking. Without letting go of Virgil's hands, Roman led them to the bathroom and sat Virgil down onto the toilet lid, before racing around the bathroom carefully to find cotton buds and anything that would help clean the blood away... and hopefully clean the fear of someone seeing the blood from the small boy.