🎀I Don't have a choice

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Madtaconad13
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emus Pov

I hated my parents, I always have. They always favored my twin Roman, who was nice every time our parents weren't around. Roman honestly wasn't that bad but he's changing into what our parents want him to be. Roman has a girlfriend who has always been interesting to me.

Roman's girlfriend tries to avoid wearing dresses, always wearing her black hoodie. Her little makeup she does is always black or purple and under her eyes, but they do bring out the beauty of his mismatched eyes. Her left eye is an emerald green, while her right eye is light purple. Her hair is always up out of her face.

I might hate my parents but Roman has joined them on that list, I just got a call from Janus to come over, so I do so.

~~Present time~~

I knock on Janus's front door only for it to be answered by Remy, another friend of ours. I tilt my head, raising an eyebrow.

"What's up coffee simp?" I question, his face grows darker. Remy doesn't say anything just grabs my wrist pulling me inside and shutting the door, before leading me to Janus's living room. I was met by a sight of Janus who was comforting a small black haired kid, they had their face buried in Janus's chest, sobbing as Janus petting their hair. Remy sits on the other side of the couch, so I sit next to him.

"Hey Vee... This is Remus, he's the one I told you about." Janus spoke softly, almost motherly. That's immediately told me this was a close friend of his. The kid looks up at me and I recognize those eyes.

"Vanny?" I mumble hella confused, she flinched.

"I-It's Virgil n-now." They mumbled. Then it hit me, Sh-no they might be trans.

"Here, let's start over... Hi I'm the Trash prince, Remus, He-Him pronouns. How about you?" I say exetening my hand out to them for them to shake. I smiled my normal smile but tried to make it a bit more warming than insane. Va-Virgil looks up, fully showing their tear stained face.

"H-Hi, I'm Vi-Virgil, H-he- him pronouns," He smiled a small smile but it made my heart melt. Janus then stands up after setting Virgil on the couch.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Janus says as he walks toward the kitchen.

~~Small time skip~~

Remy had to go home, but Janus invited Virgil and I to stay the night. Janus fell asleep midway through 'Nightmare Before Christmas'. Virgil is curled up on the couch, his freshly cut hair, was very messy and looked like he had done it in a rush. A question popped up in my head, well one that stood out.

"Hey Virgil?" I spoke softly, unlike my normal self.

"Y-yeah Re?" He looked up at me with those innocent, they seemed to catched the moonlight just right to make them explode in colors that I never noticed. I look away hiding my blush.

"Why were you upset when I got here." I ask looking back to the small boy. Virgil looks down at his hands while they mess around with his large pj sleeves.

"I--...I tried to come out to my parents a while ago. They were pissed." he stopped taking in a deep breath. "In an attempt to get me to be their 'perfect daughter', they forced me into a relationship with your brother. Roman found out yesterday."

Virgil looked blankly at the wall near the kitchen, his eyes have tears threatening to spill. I hesitate but then I put my arm around him and pulled him into my chest.

"i...Wasn't upset at the fact that we separated, it was the....my parents." Virgil seemed so close to breaking.

"Well fuck them!" They can go jump out of a moving car, then roll into a bottomless pit." and my 'calmness' is gone, whoops. But my face lit up as I heard a small giggle. The moon really showed his paleness, and his black hair seemed so soft. I had to stop myself from aweing.

Virgil let out a small, kitten like yawn leaning fully into my chest. He was warm so I held him tighter, making a promise to myself to not let him go. I slowly drift off to sleep with my storm cloud in my arms.

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