Sander Sides One-Shots // Logicality and Prinxiety

The Prince | Prinxiety

"I'm going to the field, Pat. I'll be back in a bit, okay?" Virgil said to his friend-dad-guy in the doorway.

"Okay, kiddo. But be careful, okay." Patton said, messing with his dog's paws.

Virgil left his house with his bag and to the community stable. The community stable was a place where people with horses or other animals would take their animals and keep them there for free. Once he arrived, he took out his horse, Panic! and rode to his favourite place, a field of lavender and roses. And that's where he stopped. He sat beneath a tree, covered his tall-booted legs with his long dress and pulled out his ukulele from his bag.

As he began to strum a song he had written about his abusive ex-boyfriend, Dee, called "The Things We Used To Share," a young man, by the name of Roman, came on his horse.

'Where is that angelic voice coming from?' his thoughts rang. He caught the glimpse of the boy. His breath hitched at the boy's seemingly dark purple hair and eyes, his instinctual talent of music, his pale freckled face, his dark lips, even the dark coloured circles underneath his eyes. The boy stopped strumming but continued to sing as he stood up and began to pick flowers.
After collecting a small bouquet, he began to braid and tie them together, beginning to make a flower crown.

"I-I like your song!" Roman finally said, interrupting him and making him jump.

"Jesus, you scared the living daylights out of me! How about you don't sneak up on someone in a field next time? What do you want, why were you listening to my song?" The boy asks as he covered his face with his large hood and continued to make the flower crown. Roman set down beneath the tree, about a foot from the boy.

"Please, beautiful, do not cover the face that the angels must have sent directly from the heavens," Roman said as he began to pull the hood back on the boy. The boy stopped Roman.

"P-Please don't." He said, holding Roman's hand in its place, causing Roman's face to flush. "I look terrible. And I-I didn't put on my makeup this morning. You don't want to see what I look like, I wouldn't want to see what I look like." He said.

"Trust me. I do. If you won't let me see your face, at least tell me your name." Roman said. The boy sighed and pulled his hood down.

"There's no chance in hell I'm telling you my name. It's almost worse than my face." The boy said. Roman took his gloves off of his hands and brushed the bangs out of the boy's eyes. The boy avoided looking at Roman by looking at his flower crown which he continued to make.

"I bet that it's beautiful," Roman said sweetly. The boy finally looks at Roman, his eyes widening at the sight of him.

"Holy shit, you're Prince Roman!" He yelled. Roman's face fell and his shoulders fell too.

"Y-Yeah. Surprise." He said.

"You were flirting with me!" The boy accused. Roman's face flushed.

"Uh... Yep. Look, I'm sorry if you're not gay, I shouldn't have-"

The boy stood up and began to pace "No, no, I am gay. Like really, really gay. But you're Prince Roman! Gorgeous, amazing, sweet, kind, total heartthrob, incredibly sexy Prince Roman!" The boy yells, clearly annoyed at himself.

"Y-You really think that about me?"

"And I'm just a stupid emo-esque guy who hates himself! Virgil Storm, stupid name, stupider face, rude, obnoxious, untalented-"

"Stop it!" Roman yelled and stood up. He took Virgil's hands. "Virgil, first off, your name is beautiful, it's just like you. And you seem nice. Maybe a little anxious, but you're a fine person. And you're definitely not untalented. You're a beautiful singer. Don't shorthand yourself. You're amazing." He lets go of Virgil's hands. "And also, you're gorgeous and a total heartthrob and super sexy, and if you didn't have a boyfriend, I would've kissed you by now." Roman scoffs. Virgil blushes.

"I-I, uh, I don't have a boyfriend. I found him having sex with this guy. Turns out that was his boyfriend of 11 months when we had been together for a year. I promptly dumped him and I've been alone for a month." Virgil sighed. "I knew it was too good to be true."

"O-Oh. Y-You don't have a boyfriend anymore? Then would you be okay if I did-"

"I've never kissed anyone before." Virgil blurted.

"Um... Me neither." Roman said, nervously. His family had always set him up with women, and he was gay.

"I doubt you'd like your big first kiss to be me, now, here, looking like this. Me."

"I would love to have my first kiss with you, here, now, with you, looking more beautiful than anyone I've ever seen before." Roman carefully picks a rose and bent on one knee, holding it out for Virgil. "Virgil, would you do me the honour of being my first kiss, to be the first memory of romance in my eyes?" Virgil blushed and took the rose. He bent down too and pressed his lips to Roman's.

"Could I see you again?" Roman asked.

"Roman, you're the prince. Could I see you again?" Virgil asked.

"Virgil, even if I were shunned from my label as a prince if I saw you, then I would still see you. You're worth it. May I see you again?" Virgil smiled and nodded.

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