Colorful

Domesticity

When Roman woke in the morning with Virgil in his arms, the thrumming warmth of his body even warmer and more comfortable than the bed itself, it took him a moment to remember just what was going on. To remember why there was a warm person in his arms. When he did remember, he smiled softly and sleepily, opening his eyes and pressing a kiss to the top of Virgil's head. He brushed Virgil's hair away from his face with gentle fingers, admiring how beautiful he was in his sleep, how peaceful.

When he felt Roman's fingers brushing against his forehead, Virgil began to stir, his face scrunching up as he nuzzled into Roman's chest. Roman decided that this was his new favorite way to wake up, with his boyfriend curled up against his chest, nuzzling into him, sharing their warmth under blankets.

"Good morning, Virgil," he mused softly with another kiss to Virgil's head.

"Morning, Ro," he echoed, his voice deep and scratchy from the remnants of sleep. His eyes popped open and he looked up at Roman, a sleepy smile pulling at his lips.

Roman took a moment to marvel at Virgil. He hadn't thought it was possible for him to get more adorable, but apparently, he had been wrong. He somehow practically glowed against the white sheets that surrounded them, despite the fact that they accentuated just how pale the emo was. Roman pressed a light kiss to Virgil's lips, hardly more than a brush of skin, before pulling away and holding him closer.

"Just a few more minutes," Virgil murmured sleepily, nuzzling against Roman's chest as close as he could get, much to Roman's amusement. The two of them cuddled close for another moment before Virgil's stomach growled loudly, and he sat up with a sigh, pulling himself away from Roman. "I'm hungry," he noted when Roman whined in complaint of the loss of warmth. "What time is it?"

After checking his phone, Roman scrunched up his nose and groaned. "Nine-ish. Do you want to go somewhere for breakfast, or would you prefer a bowl of cereal? Because I think that's all we have in the house."

"Cereal sounds great." Virgil rolled over Roman, hopping up out of the bed, and with a grin, Roman followed.

The house was quiet - a little too quiet, Virgil decided, as he kept an eye out for Remus - as Roman led him to the kitchen and began making a bowl of Apple Jacks for each of them. Virgil got distracted in his look-out for the more chaotic twin as he watched in admiration of Roman. It was all so domestic and vulnerable, making breakfast - yes, even cereal - with messy morning hair in their pajamas. It made him feel as though he had been dating Roman for years, or even months, rather than the four days they had been together in reality.

Bowls were taken to the table and the two of them dissolved into comfortable quiet for a few minutes, Virgil's worries about Remus forgotten for the time being. And it seemed that as soon as the worries were gone from his mind that Remus entered the room, yawning widely and stretching his arms up above his head. Roman turned over his shoulder and when he saw that his brother was in a pair of short shorts - that read 'Bigfoot Ate My Ass' on the ass - and a crop top, he sighed and turned back around.

"Remus, what are you wearing?"

"Clothes," he stated, opening the fridge and grabbing out the milk. "Be glad I'm wearing anything."

He went to drink out of the milk carton, and Roman turned around again when he heard the fridge close. He got up from his seat immediately and snatched the carton away from him, not wanting him to ruin the entire jug of milk. With a sigh, he grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured some milk into it before returning the jug to the fridge.

"You take the fun out of everything!" Remus complained in an overly-obnoxious voice. Virgil chuckled to himself with a roll of his eyes. He didn't see how they could be related - they were polar opposites in every way apart from their affinity for dramatics - but he found their brotherly rivalry hilarious. "What'd you two lovebirds get up to last night? Anything fun?" Remus wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, making Virgil's face flush red.

Roman pressed the cup of milk into Remus's hand with a chuckle. "Not that it's any of your business," he began, reclaiming his seat at the table and sliding his hand into Virgil's. "But we just went to sleep. We were both pretty tired."

"Oh, I bet you were all kinds of worn out." He winked, hiding his grin with a sip from his cup.

At this, Virgil nearly choked on his cereal, breaking into a coughing fit that made Remus laugh at his successful embarrassment. Roman rubbed his back to help him finally stop coughing, and he pressed a kiss to his head. "Ignore him. He'll go away eventually."

"Nice try, Princey," Remus chuckled, teasing Roman with the nickname Virgil had adorned his brother with and set his cup on the table between them, crouching down in the middle of their two chairs. Virgil averted his gaze to the ceiling, highly embarrassed at the scantily dressed boy crouching close to the ground between them. "I'm not going anywhere."

Roman pushed at Remus's shoulder, knocking him off balance. The chaotic twin gasped in shock as he tumbled to the floor. After a second, he scrambled to his feet, grabbing his cup of milk and walking out of the kitchen, making sure to flip Roman off in the process.

"I'm sorry about him, Virgil," Roman chuckled, shaking his head after his brother. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he laughed in response, bringing his gaze to his boyfriend. "What time do you want me to leave?"

Roman paused, wrinkling his nose as he thought. Whereas he didn't want Virgil to leave at all, he knew that it wasn't realistic to ask him to stay all day. "You can head out whenever you want to," he decided. "I'm in no hurry."

Roman and Virgil spent the morning running lines, getting frequently sidetracked in each others' lips and flinching apart at the sound of things falling over in Remus's room. And after Virgil left around noon, Roman spent his weekend practicing playing his instruments, mostly to take up the time. He would occasionally stop playing his ukulele, his fingers running lightly and silently over the strings as he basked in the memory of Virgil playing the instrument. And when Monday came, he was more than ready to get back to school to see him.

The next few weeks were absolutely wonderful. Everything was calm and steady, with no encounters with James. Virgil was over at Roman's every time they didn't have rehearsal, and when they did, they always found moments to slip away with each other. Life as soulmates, they quickly learned, was filled with laughter, blushing, and contented comfort.

That is, until everything came crashing down around them.