Fluffity fluff fluff with a side of fluffy floofs

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Virgil awoke in a cold sweat.

Just another nightmare, He told himself. But now every single shadow, every speck of dust that moved, every sound, everything seemed like it would be something. Like it would pounce out of the darkness and attack. Virgil whimpered. This camping trip had not been fun so far.

"Virgil?" He heard a voice say from another tent. Roman. "Are you okay?"

Virgil opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out.

"Do you want me to come over there?" Roman asked softly.

"Y-Yeah," Virgil croaked out, silently cursing his stuttering. There was rustling, and the sound of zippers being undone. Within minutes Roman was in Virgil's tent.

"Are you okay, love?" Roman asked, his voice soft. Virgil didn't respond, just clinging onto Roman's waist.

"It's okay, I'm here. Nothing can get to you," Roman soothed. After a while they both laid back down, Virgil still clinging to Roman.

"I need to go back to my tent now, love. Or else we have a lot of explaining to do in the morning," Roman whispered, warning a grunt of dissatisfaction from Virgil.

Their relationship wasn't public yet, so none of the sides, including Thomas, knew about them.

"Then we'll explain," Virgil whispered back. "I love you Ro."

"Love you too, storm cloud," Roman said. They both fell asleep in each other's arms.

And yes, they did have a lot of explaining to do in the morning.

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I needed fluff in my life right this instant. This one was short, but oh well. I'm gonna start doing a "Riddle of the every time I post"

Fallen glass, red and green,
Every piece has lost it's sheen,
Every piece has broken clean,

Broken bottles, some blue and pink
Pink from the times when things looked bleak
Who or what am I? Care to think?

So yeah. (311 words)

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