Castle of Devils

Roman Eats Dinner and Wonders If The Villagers Were Right

Warnings: mentions of slaying a beast, hint at past bad romance, please let me know if I missed any.

Roman and Virgil worked on lessons for over an hour and a half. Finally, sometime around 6:40, Virgil sat back from the table with a sigh. “I think now would be a good time to stop,” he said as he looked across at Roman. The other sighed and ran a hand through his dark curly hair.

“I suppose,” he started before leaning back. “That would be wise.”

Virgil stood and turned to Roman. “Dinner should be done soon.” Roman nodded. A beat of silence as Virgil watched the other. “Would you like to go down to the dining room?”

Roman stood up and stretched. Virgil's eyes widened slightly and he quickly averted his eyes. “Yeah,” Roman let out a sigh before looking at Virgil. “What's on the menu for tonight?”

Virgil shrugged. “Just some pasta. Hope that's alright with you?”

Roman smiled. “Of course! I love pasta!” Virgil suppressed a smile as he left the room, Roman following close behind.

As the two walked through the halls, Virgil tried to ignore the blood rushing through his veins. He was a little uncomfortable, he had to admit. It had been a little while since he had someone else in his home. But Virgil liked it that way. He wasn't a very sociable person. However, he had to admit that….over the years, he had gotten lonely with only his pet cats to keep him company. That and the occasional “food” and grocery run.

Virgil shook his head slightly as they made their way into the dinning room. Virgil turned back to Roman. “I'll go check the food.”

“Okay.”

Virgil nodded awkwardly before he left. Roman watched as the other left. His host was a mystery. And Roman was beginning to find himself falling more and more in love with mystery. He quickly snapped out of it and let out a breathless sigh. Logan was right, he really was a hopeless romantic. Running a hand through his hair he turned and took a better look at the room. He glanced at the walls and noticed more woven tapestries. One of them seemed to show what could only be of the Stoker family line. Walking over to the tapestry, he stared in awe at the amazing attention to detail. Every person on the family tree had a small portrait along with their name. The stitched pictures and names were so perfect. Roman figured it must have taken ages to complete the whole piece. He reached forward and let his fingertips grazed the woven fabric gently. His eyes trailed from branch to branch, inspecting the different members of Virgil's family.

Roman's fingers stopped at a name and he felt his breath catch in his throat at the picture. His eyes were more guarded. And somehow the thread captured his silver eyes perfectly. Virgil's pale skin stood out against the dark richness of the background fabric. Roman let his pointer finger trail over the picture Virgil's jaw. Roman wondered what it would feel like to have his fingers graze the real Virgil's face.

Roman let out a reluctant sigh as he let his hand drop away from the tapestry. His head dropped to his dress shoes. He really needed to stop letting his heart do what it wanted. It didn't help last time. Roman shook his head and turned away from the tapestry. Looking around his eyes caught onto a piece of art behind the head of the table. His jaw dropped and he migrated over to the stain glass window and let his eyes drink in the brilliant colors. The stained glass depicted a cross of silver. Then the background was various different sized rectangles, each colored either purple, red, or gold in a range of different shades. It was beautiful in its simplicity.