(some of these stories that are from earlier are from my old account that i still want and like, so i'll be putting them on here !)
Pairing(s)?: romantic Prinxiety, background romantic Moceit, background romantic Intrulogical
Started: August 11th, 2019, 1:48 AM
Finished: August 18th, 2019, 9:18 AM
Word Count: 1145 Words
Warnings: N/a
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Virgil didn't want affection or love.
He didn't yearn for it each and every night.
He didn't wish someone would come and cuddle up to him as Patton would whenever Deceit tried to convince himself that others found his scaly side disgusting and monstrous.
He didn't want someone to hold his hand and help ground him as Logan did for Remus whenever he got a bit too carried away.
He didn't need someone to cheer him up and drag him away from his room to socialize like Remus did whenever Logan started to overwork
He didn't want someone to tell him everything would be alright like Deceit told Patton whenever it was a sadder day for the moral side.
That's what the anxiety-filled side lead everyone to believe, that is.
But oh, how they couldn't be more wrong. Virgil couldn't blame the three light sides for thinking that for multiple reasons. It was his fault for being so defensive and closed off before he had first been accepted into the group, giving off the vibe that you shouldn't even so much as think of touching him. He hadn't meant to, it was just an act so he could do his job better, but still, what could he do about it now? What's done is done.
Currently, Virgil was sitting on the couch of the main room, arms curled around himself in a hug as he stared at the screen in front of him. It was movie night, the best night of the week. Or, at least, it used to be for the anxious side, until his touch starvation decided to be a bitch and ruin everything. They were all watching The Princess and The Frog, as per Deceit's suggestion and Roman's support of the pick. It was a good movie, Virgil would admit, but he could barely focus on it with everything going on around him.
Remus and Logan were sitting next to each another on the opposite side of the couch, their hands interlocked and shoulders pressed against each another's. It was barely noticeable, and Virgil probably wouldn't even be thinking too much about it if it weren't for the situation he was in.
But Deceit and Patton?
He could barely tear his eyes that were ridden with a need for affection away from them.
Patton was snuggled up to a perfectly content Deceit, soundly sleeping as the snake side played with his hair. The father figure had his freckled arms wrapped Deceit's waist, his hands curled into the fabric of his clothes as his head rested on his boyfriend's lap. Though his one hand was already taken by Patton's head of short curly hair, it didn't stop his other ungloved hand from tracing circles into his lover's back.
It was almost too much for Virgil to handle. He wanted to scream and shout that he was here. That he wanted attention and affection too. But he wouldn't. His pride forbid him from doing so, even though not too far away from him, sat Roman, his hand just inches away from his own. His heart quickened. He didn't just want anyone's love, he wanted Princy's. Maybe that's what kept him from reaching out to anyone, figuratively and physically.
The younger side couldn't even remember the last time someone had given him a hug or held his hand, or anything of the sort when he wasn't having a panic attack. The anxious side could barely begin to start to remember what it had felt like. He craved it so much, it hurt.
He wanted to be hugged. He wanted any kind of physical contact. Virgil wanted it so bad that he felt like his head was spinning just looking at others get what he oh so longed for.
After a few moments of staring longingly at Deceit and Patton, the darker side felt his back pocket buzz. Silently pulling out his phone, he forced his gaze away from the couple, expecting to see a Tumblr notification, but instead, found a text from... Roman..? Why was he texting him? He was literally less than three feet away from him. Unlocking the purple cased phone, Virgil looked to his private messages with the prince sitting beside him.
prince ramen🍜👑: Hey, Dr. Gloom, are you ok?? You're staring over at Padre and Snakey McSnakerson like they offended your entire family before murdering them right in front of you lol
Was it really that obvious he was that upset? And was he really shooting that type of look at them? He hadn't meant to. He was just so, well, starved of touch. It must be affecting him more then he thought. Taking a quiet deep breath, he replied, making their conversation continue.
😈Stormy Night🌩: oops, yeah i'm good.
😈Stormy Night🌩: just a bit jealous i guess, haha. why did you text me btw, i'm right beside you
prince ramen🍜👑: Jealous? Of what? And because I don't want to disturb anyone with talking.
😈Stormy Night🌩: it's nothing.
prince ramen🍜👑: If it was nothing, you wouldn't be jealous, Emo Nightmare.
😈Stormy Night🌩: listen, just drop it, okay? it's not important.
Without waiting for a reply, Virgil put his phone down, using all his willpower to stare at the screen and not at Remus' and Logan's interlocked hands. He brought his knees to his head, resting his head on as well as wrapping his arms around them so he could curl into a small ball. If only hugging himself would work to satisfy his need for physical contact.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his arm. It sent a wave of warmth through his entire body. The anxious side turned his head to see Roman sitting beside him, giving him a concerned look. "Are you okay?" He asked again in a hushed tone, his voice unusually soft and gentle. Virgil hesitated, before shaking his head. "...No. No, I'm not." He replied, equally as quiet.
For a few moments, the two simply stared into one another's eyes. And just like that, Anxiety knew Creativity understood what he wanted.
"Lonely?" The prince asked.
Virgil nodded.
"...do you want to cuddle?" He suggested. Virgil nodded again, moving to press against him, even more warmth flooding his senses. Roman wrapped his arms around the younger side, pulling him in close and laying his head on his chest.
Virgil's head on Roman's chest,
His arms wrapped around him,
The sound of Roman's heartbeat...
God, how he needed.
Soon, Virgil fell asleep to that sound, a content smile on his face. He had a feeling he would never, ever have to go another day without a hug or a simple hand to hold if he ever wanted it. Roman smiled down at him, pressing a kiss to the top of the smaller, sleeping side's forehead. "Sleep well, my dark and stormy knight." He whispered. "..I love you."
