Virgil was not okay. He was so far from okay that it wasn't even funny. He was angry, he was worried... Virgil was terrified.
And all because of the goddamned prince.
How could he have let this happen? Especially again. Especially after last time.
God, he was such an idiot. It would have been so easy to just continue haunting the times when Thomas was supposed to be sleeping, but no. No, Virgil had to go and make friends. And now look at him.
He had promised himself he would never do this again. It was too complicated, too... stupid. But here he was. Pacing his room, blaring music through his headphones but not hearing a single note.
All. Because. Of. Him.
He had caught feelings for the dunce in a white jacket.
Except he wasn't a dunce. Not at all. No, he was kind, and he was brave, and sure, he was a pedantic romantic but he was real. And he seemed to care. And he understood things. And that, of course, drew Virgil in like a moth to a flame.
He could feel the other side's name on his lips. He wanted to say it, wanted to remember how it felt to hear that person's name coming from your mouth like it was some sort of treasure. He wanted to-
"SHUT UP!" Virgil roared, his voice taking on that demonic tone. He threw off his headphones, sitting down with his back against his door.
He had to tell him.
Absolutely not.
What did he possibly have to lose?
Everything.
But what if he didn't tell him?
Nothing could hurt more.
He couldn't do this again. That much was for sure. After what had happened the last time he... cared for someone, he couldn't do that again, especially not with him.
He had to.
Virgil stood, not letting himself think, and grabbed the door handle.
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A Series of Sanders
FanfictionJust a collection of Sanders Sides One-Shots. Almost entirely ships. A lot of angst, hopefully not too much- I try to sprinkle a healthy amount of fluff in here too, but be warned. SPOILERS FOR DWIT AHEAD! (I do not own the cover art, however, the...
