10th september 2020
Princey and I hung out again today awhile after I had a panic attack. Funnily enough the panic attack was about him. It's just normal for him to walk into my room whenever I tell him I need him.
Sometimes I cant help but think, 'what if this is all some sick joke?' Because in what reality would Princey even want to be near me? I don't fucking get it.
But, uh. I guess I'm supposed to write what happened, yeah?
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"YOU RAPSCALLION!" Princey screamed. I giggled smugly.
"HOW DARE YOU, EMO NIGHTMARE!""Sorry, but I guess I'm just better at Mario Kart then you." I shrugged, placing the controller down.
"I demand a rematch!" He protested, getting more prepared.
"I dunno.., my hands hurting a lil'."
"Or are you just scared of being beaten?" He smirked. I scoff at the princely man as we started a new game.
I decided to speak as we played.
"Uh, Princey. I just wanna say..." I paused as he went quiet, "uh, wanna say thank y-you."
He scoffed at me, smiling, "what on earth are you talking about? You don't have anything to thank me about." He turned back to the screen, focusing on the game.
"B-but you've helped me so much and I-"
I was cut off by the Prince's handsome laugh. This confused me.
"Aw, you're adorable," he smiled as I blushed, "there's no need to thank me for anything, I'm just glad that you let me help."
I don't know what the fuck came over me but I put my controller down, walked over and all of a sudden hugged the prince.
"I know you said no need to thank you, but you deserve it. So, thank you, Roman." I spoke as his tense frame calmed down and hugged back.
"U-um, yeah, sure." We stayed quiet for a moment.
"Hey, Virge?""Mhm?" I hummed in reply.
"I'm proud of you.."
Uh, "Pfft, what for, dork."
"You got help." Shit, what. I let go of the embrace and looked up to him.
"Uh, what do you me-"
"Emile Picani. I knew something was up. My apologies for spying but I wanted to know you were safe." Oh shit. Oh fuck.
"HOW MUCH DID YOU HEAR?!" I couldn't control my voice which didn't help aid me in lying that therapy never happened.
"Um, not much. Promise."He stated, I cocked a brow.
"I left quite early on,.. never really listened in on the conversation.""...fine" I looked to the ground. He lifted my chin up to face him. He really is handsome.
"You okay, my emo nightmare?" He said in a gentle voice.
"Course I am, Princey."
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Virgil's Journal (Sander Sides | Prinxiety)
FanfictionDr. Picani recommended keeping a journal to help Virgil with his struggles, on the way he finds more help from Princey. (Prinxiety) (Also TW ⚠️) don't read unless you're around 13 please. #1 in prinxiety on 6/1/21 #2 in logicality on 6/1/21