*Discontinued* Beast~prinxiety

8

Roman frowned as he stood there in the kitchen staring at the mess. Virgil had tried to clean it but Roman didn't let him. Not that night. The prince rolled his eyes as he slowly started to unbutton his shirt. He bit his lip slightly as he pulled his shirt off and just stood there in jeans and a black muscle shirt. His eyes scanned the room as he took a deep breath, cringing at the scent of dust and grime that hung tight to the unused room. Tonight had been the first night in years that this kitchen had seen proper use. As much as he hated to admit it, once everyone left him... he just didn't care anymore. 

Roman spent as little time out as he could but as a young boy, who didn't know how to cook, he had to do something. His brother tried to help him but Remus was the same age. How exactly were two 11-year-olds supposed to make a proper meal without anyone to teach and or supervise them?

So Roman did what he had to to survive. It was horrible... at first, but eventually, you just become numb to the idea. He was cursed... might as well make the most of it. If he didn't have to cook... then why bother trying?

Now, however, there was someone who HAD to use the kitchen. He had someone else he had to think about. His decisions couldn't be just about him anymore. He thought as a way to apologize for everything that happened in the cells... he would give Virgil the night to rest and get used to everything, while he took care of a few things. Things like the kitchen.

Roman held his hand out and a broom flew off the walls right into it making him smile a little. Even he had to admit some of what he could do because of the curse was pretty nice. Everything else... not so much. He started to sweep letting his mind wander. He could hear as pots and pans moved around to a silent song. His eyes darted up only ones to see the dishes being washed by an unknown force, the counters being wiped, and even the oven getting cleaned as well, all while he swept.

This wasn't anything special... er, well... not to Roman anyway. When you've had these 'gifts, as the late dragon bitch called them, since you were 8, you don't really get that same childish rush overusing them. He's had them for 20 years. It's become his normal. Roman sighed with a soft smile as he emptied the dustpan into the garbage. He looked around to see the last dish being dried and his smile got even wider. 

"On to the patio." Roman beamed as he ran out of the room with the boom in hand. However the moment his hand touched the back door he instantly tensed up. His eyes flashed as took a deep breath and opened the door. He didn't have to worry. He was still within the border. He didn't have to be so scared of just leaving the castle. Even still as he opened the door and walked out his lungs burned with anxiety. He gripped the broom tightly as he looked around at the mess. It seemed like every room he closed off or just never used became so dirty.

Roman's nose scrunched up badly at the scent and he groaned looking at the mess that was the back yard. He was definitely going to need help with this. He wasn't a gardener. He was a prince. He didn't know what he was doing, so for now, he just focused on the patio. He swept it up and used his powers to set everything in the right place. Things that were broken were thrown away as he made a mental note to make a list so they could get replacements... again this only matters if Logan actually shows up tomorrow but still. 

Roman froze up as his hands started to shake. His eyes teared up as his throat started to burn. He let go of the broom watching it move to the railing as he just sat down at the table and choked out a broken sob. Why the hell did he say that to Remus? Why the hell did Remus say that to him? It hurt. It hurt badly. 20 years Romans had to live with this curse. 20 fucking years. He's never seen the town. He doesn't talk to anyone other than Logan and Remus. He's by himself all the time having to survive and live with the monstrosity that is himself. Remus was ALL he had and... and...'My twin died a long time ago.' 

Roman roared out as his power flared making his bones crack roughly at the pressure. He couldn't stop the whimper he made as his body tried to refix itself. It's pointless. He should just go to bed and think about all this in the morning. So that's what he did... or well, it's what he tried to do. The moment he entered the hall to his room he froze up though. What he failed to mention to Virgil was that his room is directly across from Roman's. He had given the younger his brother's room who's always been into the darker colors as he assumed Virgil was, considering his clothes choice. 

He had to stop short because the moment he walked into the hallway... he heard whimpering. His ears perked as his eyes darted right to Virgil's door, a low rumble in his chest as he slowly made his way over to hit. He knocked softly as to not startle the man but all he heard was that constant whimpering. His eyes narrowed as he opened the door a bit. His nose scrunched up at the smell of salt... or more correctly put, tears and sweat. He walked in to find Virgil in bed gripping the blankets tightly as he fussed and whimpered. His heart actually broke for the man. He'd never seen someone else have nightmares but if it were anything like his than he felt sorry for him.

"Virgil?" Roman's voice was low making it sound more like a growl than anything but it still had that softness to it. In all honestly, it sounded like a purr. "It's ok, Virgil." Virgil whimpered again as he started to choke a bit in his sleep. Roman sat beside the man and frowned unable to really do anything to help. He really didn't know how to help. No one has been there to help him besides his brother those times he's stayed over and Remus had always been a VERY heavy sleeper. He never even knew Roman had nightmares. Roman gently brushed Virgil's hair back only to stiffen in complete shock as the younger jumped over and literally clung to him. His eyes were wide with desperation as he just sat there with his arms in the air as to not risk disturbing him. "Virgil?" Virgil nuzzled into him as he whimpered and shook making Roman's eyes soften at the sight. He was terrified. He may have been asleep but whatever he was seeing was scaring him senseless. Roman sighed softly as he carefully let his hands down. He carded his fingers through Virgil's hair as he started to sing softly, the deep rumbling purr of a voice soothing Virgil more than the other would ever truly know. When he knew for certain that Virgil was better he laughed softly, leaving the bed. He smiled as he walked as away, snapping his fingers and making the blankets move to cover Virgil better and the binds to close so the morning sun wasn't in his eyes when day broke. "Goodnight, Virgil."

"Good night." Roman froze up instantly, his hand still on the door. His eyes moved to Virgil, who was snuggling into the blankets more and his eyes narrowed, a soft smile finding his lips before he could even realize it was there.

"No more bad dreams, Virgil." Roman let the door slowly slip shut behind him as he let out a soft breath. "I'll see you come morning."