Lavender Thorns

Chapter 29

A/N: This chapter is fluffier than a baby rabbit.

      Virgil squeezed his eyes shut, desperately wanting to stay asleep for the first time in nine years. The warmth pressed to his side and on top of his head was far too comfortable, but the sunlight shining through window onto his face made it impossible to fall back asleep.

      So, he opened his eyes and took in the scene of the room. The curtains were open, letting early morning sunlight filter in, directly onto Virgil. The blanket draped over himself was pulled up to his nose, while Roman was leaned against him, head laid on top of his own.

      The obnoxious man's hair managed to stay perfect, which appalled Virgil. His own hair had gone back to its natural state, free of the amount of brushing put in every day. The emo happened to have dark chestnut, slightly curly hair, so his bed heads were an absolute atrocity.

      Virgil smiled softly and reached a delicate hand up to the hair previously mentioned, running a hand through it. It was soft and a bit thinner than his own, surprisingly extremely clean. Supposedly, Roman enjoyed the touch because he leaned into Virgil's hand in his sleep.

      The obnoxious man's eyes fluttered open and he groggily reached a hand up to capture the emo's, who flushed red upon the action. Roman lowered the hand, but continued to hold it. "I must say, this is a good way to wake up Stormcloud."

      Virgil's face felt much warmer, but he didn't pull back his hand or flinch away. Roman was extremely warm, especially compared to him. "Uh.. I- I.. You want breakfast?" he stammered awkwardly.

      Roman chuckled and paused for a moment, before placing a very light peck on Virgil's knuckles. He worried that it was overstepping boundaries, but the only response he received was a small squeak, and a stronger blush. Roman smiled softly and gingerly let the hand go.

      "Sounds good. I'll get the presents and everything from my room, I can also grab your's if you tell me from where."

      Virgil cleared his throat and lowered the blanket from his nose, revealing his freckles. Roman continued to smile softly and tilted his head in awe. The emo merely chuckled in response, still not sure why Roman liked them so much.

       "Mine are in my closet, on the top shelf. There should be three," he stated, getting up from the couch and stretching. The cold air suddenly hit, but it wasn't horrible due to the black sweatpants and light-grey hoodie he had on.

Roman nodded and stood up, giving a small, dorky salute to imitate Virgil before stalking down the hallway to get the presents. The latter of the two rolled his eyes playfully and strode into the kitchen, pulling ingredients down to make pancakes.

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Virgil flipped the last pancake expertly, grinning at the sight of how perfect it was. The golden-brown color to it showed it wasn't over or under done.

Roman, who was sat on the counter beside the stove, swung his feet while waiting to be allowed a plate of the disks of deliciousness. Virgil turned off the stove, flicking a bit of the batter still stuck to the spatula at Roman.

The princely man yelped in protest, wiping the batter off the side of his face with a grin. "Hey! What was that for?"

Virgil shrugged in the process of picking up the platter, stacked with pancakes. The two plates in his other hand held forks and maple syrup. "You looked too comfortable."

Roman rolled his eyes and jumped down, following his roommate to the living room, where they placed the food and silverware. A small silence sank in as they collected their breakfast, and then the clinking of forks on plates.