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Ship: Anxceit
Virgil's POV
Virgil was sitting on the edge of the water fountain at the mall, wondering why Roman had to leave him here, in public, by himself, because he wanted to go shopping with his boyfriend, Logan. But Logan didn't really want to go so it was really just Roman going shopping.
At least he had brought his sketchpad and iPod with him, so he wasn't that bored.
He looked around for some sort of inspiration, and there was one man who almost immediately caught his eye.
He had a large burn scar on the left side of his face, making him look almost half man-half snake. But that wasn't the first thing he noticed about the peculiar man. He had noticed the abundance of yellow that he was wearing, as well as a pride pin on his bookbag.
And the fact that this man was very handsome.
He reached into his bookbag for his pencil case, he had a feeling that this was going to be his best sketch yet.
Janus's POV
He was looking into the water fountain, at all of the wasted pennies that had been thrown in based on a superstition that they would be granted a wish.
'Oh well,' he thought, 'Might as well add to the collection.'
He knew that his wish wouldn't be granted, but he wished for an actual good week. His mother hated him and his father was dead. And he wasn't getting a job because of his scars.
He grabbed the penny he found on the crosswalk earlier. A 'lucky penny' his father would say. He ignored the fact that he was wasting a perfectly good penny and flicked it into the air, making it land in the small pool to join the rest of the small mounds of copper.
He then sat on one of the benches nearby, one that was facing the fountain.
He looked around and spotted a smaller individual, who you might mistake for a teen going through trough emo phase, except for the fact that they were slightly more built. They were probably about 24 years old. One year younger than himself.
The purple and black-clad person was flicking his eyes towards him and back to whatever it was in their hands.
'God, please not another one of those creeps,' he silently pleaded.
He sat still, wanting to observe the situation better before he suddenly got up and left. He did not know what the person wanted, but he didn't want to increase any danger to himself or others. One of the reasons that he made a great firefighter before he got the burn that had scarred his face.
He subconsciously reached up to brush his hand against it, feeling the familiar sensation of rough skin against smooth fingers.
He looked back over to the person.
They were looking down at their legs again.
He wanted to be able to catch the other's eye to see what his intent really was, but two people, a man dressed in mostly red and white, and a man dressed in a dress shirt being pulled along, went over first.
Virgil's POV
"Who's that?"
Virgil jumped and looked up to see Roman and Logan.
"Oh, this?" he pointed at the nearly completed drawing.
"I assume that is what he is asking, though he did not completely clari-" Logan was cut off with a sharp jab in the ribs from his boyfriend.
"Are you seriously going to give a stranger your phone number again?"
"Yes." Virgil turned back to his drawing to shade in the man's left ear.
"Fine. Logan and I will wait here while you sweep him off his feet."
Virgil cleared up his pencils and tore out the page from his notebook.
He saluted to Roman and Logan as he got up and headed towards the man.
Janus's POV
'Shit they're coming over here,' he started to just then notice how incredibly hot the stranger looked, 'Why did my gay have to show up now? Of all times?'
The person was getting closer. He tried to act as if he hadn't known they were looking at him at all.
They tapped him on the shoulder and handed him a piece of folded paper, "I like to draw. Here, have this."
He carefully unfolded the paper to see a drawing of himself. He was flipping a coin into the fountain with a very small smile on his face.
He went to look up at the man to thank him, but he and his friends were already gone.
As he was folding the image, he noticed some writing on the bottom right-hand corner of the paper.
