To Break A Curse

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"I can't believe you actually made this." Virgil was in awe as he stared at himself in the mirror. "And it seriously didn't take you any freaking time at all!" Roman chuckled as he hugged him from behind just melting into the look of wonder that Virgil had. "How?" Roman rolled his eyes as he spun his love around to help fix the suit nicely so that it fit around him properly before smiling. "Roman..."

"I'm a god of creativity and of the arts. Tailoring is an art form as well, my love." Virgil was just in shock over it as Roman grabbed the custom tie off the dresser before helping to tie it with a loving look in his eyes. "Sewing, knitting, crocheting, jewelry making... any form of it is all an art form. So would it be that hard to believe that I could do it?"

"Roman, you drew up the designs for and completely finished a total of four hand-tailored suits in the span of a few days."

"I had help."

"I wasn't much. I was just there to make sure you didn't pass out again." Roman rolled his eyes as he smoothed out Virgil form-fitted purple suit jacket before smiling at how it and the nice purple pants went well with the black button-up and sort of Frankenstein-esk tie. 

"I had flounder, Love. You didn't need to worry about me."

"You locked yourself in your room." Roman sighed as he turned Virgil back around so that they faced the mirror. 

"I just wanted to do something." Roman's eyes filled with a nice dark violet as he showing his pride as he let out a deep breath. "You like it, don't you." Virgil nodded as he looked up at his love through the reflection. 

"I love it... But did you have to make 4?" Roman laughed as he stepped back with a twirl showing off his own suit with a beaming grin. His was a nice burgundy color, tie and all, with a close-fitted jacket that clung tight to his sides melting into the black button-up they all had. All except one that is... "Yes, you look great, but that's not what I meant. You made 4 suits for the soul occasion of a funeral. How often do you think we'd wear them?"

"Hopefully never again." Roman laughed as he pulled Virgil in for a soft kiss to his forehead. "I know, Virgil. I understand how you might be feeling but... I had to do something. I caused so many issues and worried you and... I just felt if anything I could at least to this."

"Roman you've done plenty already." Virgil whined softly as he wrapped his arms around him. "When you made yours, I understood. You didn't have a suit to wear. I let it slide... but then you insisted on making me one. I told you I didn't like suits but made one anyway."

"Do you not like it?"

"Roman, I told you... I love it, but that's not the point."

"Would you rather wear your black one?"

"No." Virgil cringed as Roman chuckled softly. 

"Than what's the problem?"

"Did you have to make one... for him?" Roman's eyes flashed black as Virgil hugged him tighter. "It was absolutely stunning... but he'd never know. He's already gone."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that my love. He's not gone just... in a different place now. He's with Hades." Virgil deflated as Roman just sighed and nodded. "I'm sorry. Maybe... making that last one was going to far."

"No. Don't be sorry. I loved it..." Virgil pulled away to give his love a smile. "...and I know my father did to even if he didn't say it."

"He didn't say anything. He just took the two and walked off in complete silence." Roman frowned as he pulled away completely and raked a hand through his hair... did I go to far? Be honest with me Virgil. I really did only want to help."

"Roman, you did fine." Roman sighed and nodded just as a knock sounded on the door. Logan walked in and Roma beamed seeing he was wearing the third suit he had made.

"You wore it." Logan nodded as he looked himself over slight, with a soft smile. His suit was a little different. His suit was a nicer structured one that fit his professional aura. It was a nice presidential blue with a black tie that blended into his black button-up shirt. Roman even made him a heart pin he had pinned to his breast pocket. "I'm glad. You look great." Roman didn't expect a response. At one point during his lockdown, Logan had stopped talking. They figured it was just because he was grieving. Roman didn't mind. He understood.

"I'm guessing it's time then?" Virgil whispered as he took Roman's hand in his. Logan nodded as he stepped aside and Virgil leaned against Roman already feeling himself start to break.

"Don't worry, My love. I'm right here... and I'm not going anywhere."

"I know, Ro." Virgil smiled as he felt Roman wrap his arm around him, leading him out the door. "I know."

"I just... don't want to say goodbye." Virgil felt ice fill his veins as they left the house to find the large crowd surrounding the area. The wind instantly rushed about them rustling through their hair. "Roman?"

"I've got you." Roman continued to lead the other on through the crowd until they made it to this pyre. It wasn't like the normal pyres you would see. This was covered entirely with lush flowers and greenery that Virgil had grown himself. A thin white sheet was placed under Patton who laid there as if asleep and Virgil could feel how Roman faltered. Virgil glanced up to see the tears in his boyfriend's eyes as they glowed a bright white. "You... You didn't have to put him in it. I just..." Virgil smiled as he leaned into his love again. Patton was laying there over the sheet in a loose fitted faded light turquoise suit. His light blue bowtie fitted nicely with the white button-up Roman had made him. But most importantly was the hand made pin Roman had given them that they pined just over the man's heart. They were white and silver angel wings, just big enough to see the heart that cut out of the center of it... the heart the Logan had with him. "When I made it... I wasn't even thinking. You didn't have to put him in it."

"Why wouldn't we?" Roman melted as Virgil just chuckled softly, tears already filling his eyes. "It just screamed Patton. I told you... My father loved it... I'm sure Patton would have to."