PRINXIETY ONESHOTS

Homeless 1

Roman was homeless, it wasn't a scheme to get money for drugs or anything, he was kicked out at age 17...because......well he doesn't wanna talk about it.

People would barely pay attention to him, and most of the time it would just be to call him some rude name or throw things at him.

But today was a particularly bad day, he got a lot of coffee cups and trash thrown at him, and he couldn't find anything to eat in dumpsters.

While the former was happening to him, one lady who had a large hot chocolate she didn't enjoy to much attempted to throw her coffee at him, but someone walked in front of him and she ended up hitting him instead.

Roman got extremely nervous, all because this one person was wearing designer clothes.

The man turned to the girl.

'What was that for? You just like throwing hot beverages at random people on the street?'he said angered

This was bad news, Roman was gonna get blamed, he was gonna be this mans slave to pay of the dept for that designer fur coat.

'OH NONO NO! MY GREATEST APOLOGIES MR.BLACK! I WAS MEANING TO HIT THE DIRTY DUMPSTER RAT BEHIND YOU!'the woman explained drawing attention to Roman.

This was bad, this was really bad, this man did not seem to mess around.roman physically tensed and all he could do was stare in fear as the man looked at him.

'So first you dump hot coffee on my and next you wanna use disgusting nicknames for the homeless?! Do you really think this is a proper way to act?!'

Roman untensed a bit.he was defending him? Someone who was as disgusting and lowlifed as him?

'No,mr.black...... I'm sorry' she flushed in embarrassment

'Whatever, be on your way. I don't wish to talk to you anymore'

She silently walked off.

But the man didn't budge.

That made Roman extremely nervous, Roman has bipolar disorder, but lately all it's been is really depressing lows. Close suicide attempts, and rich men coming close definitely didn't help.

'Are you okay sir?' He heard someone say.

'I'm fine, happens everyday. Nothing new' he looked up, it was the man. Thought he could barely make out his face, eyes blurred with tears.

'I don't think you're okay, how about you come with me. I can supply a warm place to stay' the man said gently taking romans hand.

'No!' Roman said, pulling his hand away speedily.

'I couldn't............ I c-can't, I-I shouldn't. i still owe you, that coffee was supposed to hit me' he said voice quavering. realization hitting him that he isn't going to be able to pay for that jacket.

'Dear, you don't owe me anything. She was the one who threw the coffee, not you, come with me. I'll help you.'

And Roman couldn't say no to that. Mostly because he was near exhaustion and tears kept cascading down his face.

That's how Roman ended up in the mans expensive limousine.

Eyes still filled with tears, silently crying because he didn't know what else to do.
Everything around him look super expensive, just sitting on the seat made Roman even more stressed. Worrying about how he was gonna dirty it.

He still had no clue what this man was gonna do. He hardly doubts he's gonna 'help' him as he says.

::he's probably gonna make me his servant or something, he's not gonna feed me and he's gonna watch me slowly die and-:: Roman let out a loud sob. He didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He can't handle this right now. He can't handle being here, he wanted out, he needed out. Out of here, out of this emotional torment.

He was slowly pulled out of his raging thoughts when he was engulfed in a hug and someone rubbing his back. He heard  faint shushing and soft, kind words.

He was brought back to reality.

' 'm sorry, I didn't mean to panic.....' he said, rubbing his eyes in hopes to get rid of the tears.

'It's perfectly okay dear, it's a new situation. I'd panic too.' The man softly explained.

'My name is virgil black, dear. Are you comfortable sharing yours?' Virgil asked still rubbing comforting shapes in Romans back.

'My names... r-Roman......' Roman said a little hesitant.

Not only because he  was just crying. But because he finally got a good look at virgil. He was stunning!

Brunette hair with dark purple dye that almost blends in perfectly to his hair, bangs falling in his face a little. Right next to his near black eyes, that shine like he stole all the stars in the sky. It complements his fair skin beautifully.
Underneath his eyes is a dark eyeshadow making his eyes shine a thousand times brighter. It made Roman feel self conscious, all things considered.

He hasn't seen himself in a while, but the last time he saw himself in a shop window, he was disgusted. he always struggled with self image.

His eyes were nothing special, fogged over caramel eyes, not even a single important thing about them.

His hair was overgrown and in desperate need of a hairbrush, and it was only a dark messy brown.

His face was awfully bruised and with the bags and dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep could be mistaken for eyeshadow.

Virgil was breathtaking, Roman was atrocious.

Eventually they reached the mansion of a house vigil owned.

'Roman, we're here, dear' Virgil said finally getting out of the warm embrace.

Roman got up and followed, a bit of a blush on his face.

A servant comes and opens the door, he looks well fed and is treated very kindly by Virgil. This makes Roman ease up a bit.

::maybe this isn't so bad::

'Are you allergic to animals at all?' Virgil asked suddenly.

'N-no. I'm not' Roman answered awkwardly

Good, because I have a cat, meet Kelsey'