nutmeg constellations (moonshine eyes) ➸ prinxiety oneshot

❝virgil was a poem in a language roman didn't speak. he was uncharted territory, a foreign sensation, something new - he was champagne after years of stale water, burning the back of his throat, he was something crisp and sharp. roman began to crave it. he began to crave him, in all his utter eccentricity: his body was so curiously formatted, all curves and angles, soft melting into sharp like sand into to the ocean. oh, and he had nimble fingers and delicate eyelashes and eyes that glimmered with untold wit and charisma, and careful hands and clumsy dimples and elegant limbs which seemed to flow and then, all over his body -

freckles, nutmeg constellations he ached to skim and trace. ❞

⤷ roman meets heartbreak for the first time.