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Fluff with a little bit of angst
Warning: Self-harm & blood mentions
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Virgil hissed loudly as Roman gently dabbed some hydrogen peroxide onto the conspicuous cuts staining the flesh on Virgil's wrist. Some old, some new. Some leaked fresh blood, some had been sealed up for a while.
"I know, I know," Roman said I'm a soft, calming voice. "I know it stings. It'll be over soon, my love."
Roman, just a few minutes prior, had caught Virgil with a blood-painted blade in his hand, which had clearly been used on days before today. Poor Roman had walked in as the blade was penetrating the skin. Roman immediately jumped into action and took the harm away, conjuring up a first aid kit.
"Roman," Virgil hissed once more. "Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me?"
"Because I love you, that's why," Roman stated reassuringly, ceasing his cleaning process to grab the roll of bandage that lay neatly in the box. "And it's my duty to take care of my boyfriend."
Roman held onto Virgil's arm softly as he began to wrap the piece of fabric around Virgil's wrist; it was the best he could do to try and help his boyfriend in that moment. He wanted to provide comfort for his little dark angel.
Virgil sighed as Roman finished with his ministrations, leaving the kit on the floor. Roman swiftly lifted Virgil into his arms like a princess, smiling gently down at him.
"You're so beautiful, you know that? You don't need to paint your skin with cuts to feel loved, Virge. I love you. So so much," Roman leaned down and placed a soft kiss against Virgil's lips.
"Now, how about some food and a movie?"
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•Sanders Sides Drabbles•
أدب الهواةFor when I'm feeling the urge to write but not an entire story. This book will be filled with short, random drabbles that just happen to pop into my head. Like my other Sanders Sides books, this one will flop, but whatever I guess. There might be...
