Prinxiety fluff

Stormy weather (Look at him)

It was stormy, Roman hated storms. He liked the rain, it was relaxing to him, but the thunder and lightning, it scared him senseless.

A loud rumble of thunder echoed through the seemingly empty house. It was just passed midnight, everyone was asleep.

He'd usually go to Janus. You'd think he disliked Janus, but that was acting, that was scripted and fake. They were good friends, and close, very close.

They comforted each other from each of their fears, both acted like they didn't have them, but in reality they simply knew they were there but never acted upon it. Unless it was bad. And storms were bad.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Roman was gently dragged out of the endlessly deep ocean which were his thoughts and brought him self to look at the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Come in" his voice was weak but apparently loud enough for the person on the other side to hear. The door wasn't locked, Roman never locked his door at night. Close? Yes. But lock? Never, it was for safety and 'just in case' reasons.

The door knob twisted with a quite squeak, the other was turning it slowly, as if whoever was on the other side didn't want to scare him.

"You okay?" The person asked as he opened the door, Roman could see him slightly in the dark thanks to his curtains not being completely opaque.

It was Virgil.

"Princy? You good there buddy?" his usually snarky, joking tone was no more, replaced with a sweet, honey-like voice, which soothed Roman.

"Not really." He replied gloomily, he's clearly upset about something, he might be scared of something, Virgil thought.

"You scared of storms?" Virgil asked his voice quite, as if he were trying to get close to a small, scared animal, the kind of situation where the phrases 'You're okay' and 'I'm here to help' were closely associated with.

That calmed Roman down more.

"Yeah." Roman said, subconsciously moving his arm to wipe the tears of his face, it was only then he realised he had been crying. He noticed his cheeks were sticky from the recently present tears.

Virgil started moving closer, he was now past halfway from the door and the cream coloured sheets that Roman sat on, tears slowly disappearing from the prince's face.

He then sat on the cream duvet.

"Can I hold you?" he asked, in case Roman's current condition could worsen at physical interaction.

Roman slowly nodded his head which was placed on his knees which were neatly wrapped by his arms. He was wearing a plain light coral shirt, pyjama pants with white stars which were otherwise the same colour as his shirt. He had a fluffy, white, cotton sweater on as well for warmth because the radiator in his room had broken and it was autumn.

Virgil slowly shifted closer to the side, wrapping his arm around him, slowly and gently so the creative side wouldn't panic at the sudden to him action.

Virgil then began to shush Roman, but in a way Roman had never heard. It was quite but loud enough to distract Roman from outside, though he could still hear the drops of rain on his window.

The wind howled and growled suddenly, like a mother wolf when you went a little to close to her cubs. Virgil's shushing then brought Roman's attention to him from the wind, his shushing sounded like the ocean in a way, it was incredibly soothing, it made Roman feel unwillingly sleepy when he listened, like the urge to jump when a sailor listened to a sirens song.

Roman moved closer to Virgil, Virgil then wrapped both arms under Roman's, linking his hands on Roman's back. Roman nuzzled his nose into the crook of Virgil's neck in a sort of attempt to enclose himself in to a small space. Virgil unlocked his hands and pulled up the cream covers to cover the two.

The two slowly laid down cuddling with each other, Roman held Virgil's dull purple t-shirt in one of his hands, the other wrapped around him. Virgil only had a shirt and a pair of comfy, black pyjama pants that widened at the end. It was relatively stylish yet incredibly comfy.

The two fell asleep with ease, forgetting the loud storm outside which slowly quited down as if it gave up trying to wake them.

They slept in surreal silence which let them sleep till late in the morning the next day.