Dragon Hunter

I'll always return

Warning: Reference to past self harm/suicidal behaviour.
Stay safe.

At first Roman had no idea what had woken him up.
It was still dark in the bedroom and he was pressed against Patton's back with one arm draped over the shorter man and holding Logan's hand.

Behind Logan was an empty spot and Roman felt a slight breeze on his back coming from the door.

Careful not to wake either Logan or Patton he slipped out of the bed and tugged the blanket around them.

Then he followed the breeze.

The door leading outside was open ever so slightly and Roman spotted Virgil sitting on the railing of the porch.

"Beloved?" he whispered into the night.

Virgil jumped and spun around to face him only to immediately relax when he recognised Roman.

"God, you scared me," he mumbled.

Roman stepped closer, resting his arms on the railing next to Virgil.

"Why are you out here at this time?" he asked looking up at the half moon hanging over them in the night sky.

"I could ask you the same thing."

Roman raised an eyebrow.

"I came out here looking for you."

"Oh."

For a moment silence wrapped around them like a blanket. Thin, easy to tear to shreds, yet somehow heavy.

"Are you alright?" Roman finally asked.

Virgil sighed deeply and it rattled through his thin chest.

"Yeah, just... couldn't really sleep."

"Why not?"

"Just... Thinking."

"About what?"

Roman studied his lover's face in the silver light. Virgil looked tired again, in the way he did when he hadn't slept for days kept awake by his own mind and troubling thoughts.

"You, mostly."

Roman's eyes widened.

"And the dragon hunters."

Virgil bit his lip. Roman layed his hand onto Virgil's smaller one.

"Don't worry," he whispered. "Nothing, absolutely nothing could ever stop me from returning to you."

"But-"

Roman shook his head effectively cutting Virgil off.

"I mean it, Virgil. I would fight off every dragon in existence, their riders and even the royal guard if they tried to keep me from seeing you again. I'll always come back. Always. Because I love you," he pulled Virgil hand up and pressed his lips on the warm skin. "And I always will."

"No matter what?" Virgil asked and he sounded desperate in a way that made Roman's heart ache.

"Of course."

Virgil wrapped his arms around him and buried his face against Roman's neck.
Roman picked him up almost effortlessly and carried him back inside bridal style closing the door behind them with his foot.

At the crook of his neck he could feel something wet and Virgil shook in his arms.

Carefully he set Virgil down on the sofa and laid down next to him in order to wrap his arms tightly around the other.