Lavender Thorns

Chapter 19- Roman

A/N: More big gae this chapter. ;)

I had woken up surprisingly early on Friday, most likely because of my body being used to the early classes I had the rest of the week. I heard rain dripping against my windows and hummed, rolling out of bed. Luckily, I had no classes for the day.

I walked to the kitchen, making myself some cereal, and eating at the island whilst I drank my iced coffee. My phone was in hand as I scrolled through social media lazily. 

Then the nightmare himself came out of his room, paler than death itself. I would say that for most days, but he was even more pale than normal today, and it was mildly concerning.

I wanted to ask him why he looked like that, but I knew he wouldn't just tell me. So the question was, how would I get it out of him? 

The embodiment of a stormcloud walked to the coffee machine and grabbed his overly-large mug from the cabinet from beside it, making his usual coffee while I scanned him with my eyes, trying to find out why he'd be looking so fragile today.

 He turned around with an eyebrow raised, causing me to jump slightly. "May I ask why you've been staring at me since I came out of my room?" 

I gulped and looked away slightly, unnerved that he caught me staring without even turning around. "Well... I.. You look pretty pale.."

Virgil's expression was replaced with an anxious one, but I blinked and it was gone as he ran a hand through his hair. "Just trying a new foundation, no worries."

Of course, I knew that was a lie, and I noticed he was about to leave. If he was sick, I couldn't let him go to class, at least not with how rainy and cold it was outside. 

So I did the only thing I could think of, and grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him away from the door. He almost dropped his mug, but kept a grip on it and gulped thickly.

"Virgil, we both know very well that's a lie."

He glanced to the side, biting his lip but saying nothing. I grumbled in exasperation at the silence and how stubborn he was. 

"You're clearly sick, you can't go to class today.." Concern dripped from my words and he looked at his feet, but then met my eyes.

"I can, and I will." 

I huffed and pulled him into the living room, while he tried to yank his wrist away but I pulled him onto the couch. 

"Roman, let me go this. fucking. instant." His voice dripped with venom, and it slightly scared me, but I wouldn't budge. 

"You are not well. You need to stay-" He kicked me in the shin and I winced, but ignored it. "-here until you get better."

He was absolutely fuming now, and I knew I wouldn't hear the end of it. "I'm going to miss notes-" He took in a deep breath, clearly getting worn out from struggling. "-and work."

I raised an eyebrow as he continued, but visibly weaker now. I smirked as I realized how to get him to actually stay.. Just let him tire himself out to the point he literally can't go to class.

The angsty teen in my arms was now huffing in effort and would have looked ready to murder, if not for his exhaustion and how pale he was. 

I finally let him go and he smirked, standing up quickly to make a break for the front door. Instead, his legs wobbled and he tipped over, falling to the floor with a thud and a groan. I stood up above him and smirked down at him.

"Now will you admit you're not fit to go to your classes, O' stubborn one?" 

Virgil rolled his eyes and huffed, attempting to get up but falling down again and groaning.