Storm Clouds (Sanders Sides)

The Protector

Hello! Happy Saint Patrick's Day (to those who celebrate of course!). I hope you all have a good one.

And whether you celebrate or not, I sincerely hope you all enjoy this new chapter. A little short, but certainly more to come! :)

{Author's POV}

     While Virgil was snuggled into his side, soft snores acting as white noise in the too-silent room, Roman was wide awake, unable to soothe his thoughts and memory-playback of the previous events. It seemed to him like all he did lately was think, and think, and think. He knew the crazy things going on around them were to blame, but his own thoughts played a far-more larger role than he'd let on.

     'I...love you too.', Virgil had mumbled in asleepy tone, with a rare genuine smile adorning his lips.

     Roman couldn't think of a better moment in his entire life, and he couldn't wipe the smile off of his face.

     The thought could never be all just sunshine and rainbows, however.

     What if he doesn't really love you?

     'Nonsense, he said he does! Virgil doesn't lie.'

     He's been keeping all of these secrets from you, so clearly lying isn't out of the game. What if he's only playing with you, toying with your emotions?

     'That's ridiculous. Virgil isn't like that.'

     Do you really even know him at all? He just told you there's a whole other person in here. What if Virgil doesn't even exist? What if he never did? What if it's been the other one the entire time and he's been playing with all of you, getting you to let your guard down before he rejoins with the others and attacks? What if they corrupt Thomas and he's never the same again?!

     "Shut up!" Roman groaned, rubbing his head with his fingers. He paused at the sound of a low groan, as Virgil shifted in his sleep. Suddenly, his eyes flew open, and Roman barely managed to hold back a scream at the glaring purple irises.

     What if Thomas never recovers? What if he's left without everything that makes him a good person and all that remains is a psychotic, malicious, nasty shell of a person? What if they come for you? What if Virgil is one of them?

     What if...

     What if...

     What...

     The evil voice faded in and out as the room began to spin and shake. Roman felt his stress and fear rising, but he didn't know what to do. The voice faded in and out, in and out, purple spots filling his vision, until-

     "ROMAN!"

     Roman cried out, taking deep, desperate breaths as the quaking room evened out, and the purple haze slowly evaporated. In front of him, Roman could make out a fuzzy face.

     "Virgil..." the prince mumbled, as the face in front of him cleared up. Virgil looked frantic, brown eyes wide with a noticeable hint of calm in the undertones. Roman felt proud seeing the anxious side trying to restrain himself in a situation that was not as stressful as his gloomy mind probably could have made it out to be.

     "You...You were tossing and turning, and muttering and crying. Are you ok?!" Virgil asked, and for a moment, the calm glimmer in his eyes seemed to fade, before he took a deep breath-4, 7, 8, Roman noticed-and visibly relaxed.