Prinxiety oneshots

The Sweater

It had been seven days. Seven days of Roman being gone. Seven days of Virgil not really sleeping.

Now Virgil understood that Roman was going to have to leave every so often, The prince had to look after his kingdom after all, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Virgil had always been an uneasy sleeper, and Roman brought him comfort. A sense of security and warmth that the creative side just seemed to radiate. When Roman was there, Virgil was at ease. He could just relax in the arms of the prince and let the feelings of love and safety surround him. A downside to this however, is it made it even harder to sleep when Roman wasn't there. So instead of sleeping, Virgil's mind was going a mile a minute worrying about all the awful things that could be happening to his prince right now. Thieves, dragons or monsters, assassins, bears, the cold. The list of possible dangers that the creative side could be facing at that second grew, until Virgil was practically hyperventilating. No, that was enough. He needed to breathe. Virgil sat up and took several deep breaths. Well he wasn't getting back to sleep in this state. His room, which was usually a place of comfort, suddenly felt cold and empty, even for him, and he made up his mind. If Roman couldn't be with him, Virgil would be as surrounded by him as he possibly could be. So he stood up out of bed, and made his way down the hall. He was just outside the door when he had the thought. What if Roman didn't want him in his room? What if he got upset that Virgil went in there while he was away? But then, hadn't he said it was okay? Yes, he had promised Virgil before he left that he was welcome to share his space and belongings if he got worried or lonely. So, with a decisive intake of breath, he turned the nob and pushed open the door. Fumbling for the light switch, he stepped in cautiously. He found the switch and soft fairy lights lit the room. He had been here plenty of times, and just the sight of it put him a little more at ease. The whole place screamed Roman sanders. From the Disney posters, to the white and gold comforter on the red-curtained canopy bed, everything reminded Virgil of his prince. Smiling softly, he sat on the edge of the bed and let out a small sigh. Then his eyes flicked to the dresser. Roman's Christmas sweater was sure to be in there. It was soft and bound to smell like the specific laundry soap Roman used, not to mention it strongly reminds one of the fanciful side. Roman had said it would be alright hadn't he? Well..maybe just for tonight. Virgil crept over to the dresser and pulled out the knitted garment. He raised it to his face and rubbed his cheek against it. He was right of course, it did smell like Roman. He carefully slipped the sweater over his short sleeved sleep shirt and crawled into the large bed. He was almost asleep when he had the thought. What if Roman never came back? What if his room and the sent on his shirts were the only things Virgil would ever have of him again? A sinking feeling settled in his gut. He had been gone far longer that usual. Oh god, what if he was right. The sweater was bigger on him and he pulled the sleeves over his hands as he began to cry, trying to get as close as he could to Roman.

"Virgil?"

The door had been opened and the full lights turned on. Roman stood in the doorway, sword in hand. "Roman?" Virgil sniffled, though he tried to hide it. "Yes baby it's me, I'm home" he walked over to the bed and pulled the anxious trait into his arms. "Did you think I wasn't coming back?" "I started too.." the emo mumbled in admittance. "Oh darling.." Roman murmured, beginning to run his hand though Virgil's hair, "it's okay, I'm home now." Virgil clung to him tightly for a few minutes before he pulled back to look at him. "You must be super tired." Roman nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips, "just give me a moment to clean up and we'll cuddle, okay?" Virgil nodded, letting Roman sit him back on the bed.

A few minutes later and Roman re-entered the room. He turned the main lights back off, leaving the fairy lights on, and walked over to the bed. pulling back the covers he laid down and scooped Virgil up, snuggling him close and making him laugh. "You know, you look cute in that sweater." Virgil had forgotten he was wearing it and flushed "no I do not." Roman chuckled. "You aren't mad I'm wearing it? Or that I came in here?" "Of course not, I told you it was okay, didn't I?" Virgil smiled softly and laid his head on Romans chest, "yeah, I guess you did." The prince pressed a kiss to the anxious traits forehead, "well there you go." And with that, the pair closed their eyes and drifted off, finally safe at home.