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Virgil slowly pushed himself into his home and just collapsed. Roman fucking Black could very well be his prince. Part of him wanted to believe it couldn't possibly be true. It can't be... but can be... and chances are very high that it is.

Let's list it out ok? Princey is gay... He went to Westvale for a degree in Theatre. He's a massive Disney Nerd. He has a brother... not that that says much but still. Pain mentioned in passing Princey was an actor. He never specified if that was his profession but still... Princey is dramatic as fuck. 

ROMAN IS GAY. ROMAN WENT TO WESTVALE FOR THEATRE. ROMAN IS OBVIOUSLY A DISNEY NERD. That is if the video of him fanboying over his trip to Disney was any indication. Or how he reacted to being on a Disney show. ROMAN HAS A FUCKING TWIN! ROMAN IS OVERLY DRAMATIC TO UMPTEENTH DEGREE!

And plus... according to both they've been used by there supposed girlfriend.

There's just too many points to ignore. Virgil could not let this go. Roman could very well be his prince and the only thing he could think of was what he said to him. He called him manipulative. He treated him like this horrible person. 

Virgil didn't even give to shits about all the embarrassing things he's told the prince. All that mattered to him is that he hurt him. Princey showed a very vulnerable part of him. He let Virgil in on something so personal... He showed his weakness to Virgil and...

Virgil used it against him.

Damien Dark... God Virgil always hated that man. Every stupid article he was forced to write about. Virgil knew better than to bring him up. Virgil KNEW what kind of a dick that man was. Every single fucking interview Roman did he never failed to mention how he was only where he was because of Damien. He said he cared about him... how he was his best friend... how he didn't know where he would be without his support.

Meanwhile, Damien never spoke a word about Roman...

Not unless specifically asked and even then often times Damien just said he didn't want to 'say something Roman might not want anyone to know'. Virgil knew better. He was observant. Virgil could see the signs of an abuser clear as day. He's been through that shit. He saw the signs. Damien had Roman wrapped around his thumb. And on top of that Ameilia was always with Damien, not Roman. 

THEY'RE LITERALLY ENGAGED NOW!

Virgil collapsed onto the bed crying as the guilt tore through him. His job forced him to be up to date with every little detail in current topics. Roman Black was always a topic of interest so Virgil was always up to date with whatever the news had about him. Meaning Virgil knew every headline, every breaking news, every interview involving him because if he didn't and couldn't give an answer to his boss the very second a question was asked he was docked. Virgil was fully aware Damien was an abusive fucking asshole. 

Virgil spend nights watching and rewatching news feeds for his boss, seeing how Damien and Ameilia would just walk off as Roman paid and carried everything. Roman opened the doors for them. Roman bought everything. The others walked together with Roman always trailing behind. If it wasn't clear what he was in that relationship to everyone else they are stupid. And yet...

Virgil still brought it up like Roman was the asshole.

Virgil... Virgil was the asshole.

Virgil frowned seeing his phone go off. He didn't want to answer it. He knew exactly who it was. His guilt was raging around him like a roaring hurricane ripping through the trees threating to carry him off to oz to get burning alive by the wicked witch because life isn't a fairy tale and there aren't any good ending here. His phone just kept beeping and Virgil sighed as he clicked it on.

MyPrince: Anx are you ok?
MyPrince: Anx?
MyPrince: Anx?
MyPrince: Anxiety?

MyPrince: Come on please answer me.

MyPrince: I will spam you right now. I'm not kidding.
MyPrince: Anx I'm not exactly in a good space right now. I need to know if you're ok.

MyPrince: ANXIETY I SWEAR TO GOD!!!!
MyPrince: (TnT) Anx I'm in 4311 right now.

MyPrince: Anx...

Me: Princey stop.
MyPrince: ANXIETY! Are you ok? I heard you had an attack earlier. I got really scared. How are you feeling? Was it me? Was it the phone? Was it t
Me: Was it what?
MyPrince: Shit my phone glitch for some reason.
MyPrince: It doesn't matter Anx. I just want to make sure you're ok. I'm worried.
Me: ...
Me: I'm fine.

MyPrince: Anxiety, I know you. I know what you do. You're not fine... are you?

Me: I'm an asshole. Why does it matter how I'm doing? I fucked up and said horrible shit. You should hate me. *Read*

MyPrince: Anx? 

MyPrince: Can you just... breathe for me? *Read*

Virgil narrowed his eyes at the phone and sighed. What was the point in this? He really just wanted to chuck the phone and scream but... WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE?!

Me: HOW MUCH DID THIS PHONE COST YOU?! *Read*

Virgil growled as he clenched the phone tightly. He could just imagine what's going on in Princey's head. Which is why this pissed him off. Princey should have known better than this.

Me: Princey you better answer me right FUCKING NOW!
Me: You told me it was free. That it was just some phone you got from your job. That the only thing you paid for was the case.
Me: That wasn't true was it?
Me: WAS IT?! *Read*

MyPrince: No.