Prinxiety Short Stories

"You're my hero, Roman."

"Everything's going to be okay, kiddo...we love you," Patton spoke, almost in a whisper. In all honesty, Patton couldn't tell if he was telling that to Roman or himself. Would things be okay? After everything that has happened, it was hard to tell.

"Right." Roman scoffed, sinking without another word. He was hurt. For the first time, he felt defeated. What else could he do? He tried going with what the others wanted, he tried being selfless. He chose to go to the wedding, leaving the callback behind him. Roman did everything in his power to make Thomas seem like the ideal man, he wanted to be good. All he wanted was for Thomas to be a 'better' person, and yet, that was the one thing he could not achieve.

After rising back up in the mind, Roman walked down the hall, stopping at his door. He was afraid to go in. He could not be alone in his thoughts right now, heaven knows what that would do. But where would he go?

Logan wouldn't listen nor would he understand. He thought the callback was the obvious choice—what Roman wanted everyone else to think. Logan isn't exactly a 'feelings' kind of person, anyways. 'Ugh, feelings. the bane of my existence.' Even if he were to go, he had ignored him. Skipping him past and treating him as an afterthought. So he was not an option.

There was no way in hell he was going to Remus. Aside from the fact that he was, well, Remus, he had already been compared to him once today. Roman didn't need more reminders of the fact that they were brothers.

Remus was like a reverse role model for Roman. Instead of looking up and striving to better himself at the idea of him, he wanted to be the exact opposite of him. He didn't want anything to do with Remus. His crude jokes, his unpleasant ideas, his personality, all of it. Roman isn't him.

So why is that stupid voice in the back of his head saying otherwise? Why did he have to make fun of Janus' name? Why did Janus have to go that far? Was he evil? Was he like Remus? Roman began to think. The bad part was, he couldn't stop. He comes up with any and every bad thing that he could have possibly ever done to someone.

Roman hadn't noticed he brought himself to his room. It was only when he looked around with tears clouding his eyes that he realized he must've walked over after he failed to come up with a good resolution to his problem.

He's not a prince. Barely a knight, for that matter. Sure, the outfit he wore can resemble something of the subject, but Deceit can do the same. He can become whoever he wants, but that doesn't mean he's that person. He's no one's hero. Not anymore, at least. Not even for himself.

"Wait...that snake said what about him?" Anger and guilt seethed through Virgil's veins. Deceit had no right to say that much shit about anyone, let alone to Roman. "Deceit knew Roman was insecure about his brother. He knew this. So why the hell would he say anything? Because his feelings were hurt? He needs to learn to grow the fuck up—"

"VIRGIL!" Patton interrupted Virgil's rant, an uncomfortable silence occurring soon after he had yelled. "Look, Virge, I know you're angry right now. I know you probably want to go and give Janus a 'piece of your mind', but you can't. Janus is a good guy! He meant no harm, I'm sure of it, I-"

"No. Patton, you're wrong. Yes, I'm beyond angry. But Janus isn't a 'good guy'. He's anything but that. Are you forgetting, oh, I don't know, the fact I had to run away from him? Or, how about how he impersonated you and Logan? Or maybe how—"

"Virgil. That is enough. People change. Janus is one of those people. And I have heard enough of you talking bad about him! You need some time to process everything. You need time to think, some time to calm down and breathe. Give yourself a moment. You can go to your room if you'd like. I won't bother you there."