forum Prinxiety!! and a bit of Logicality ((Closed))

Started September 22, 2019 by Deleted user

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Virgil hesitantly moved the bowl closer to himself and tried it. His stomach was already churning and screaming in protest, but he just gave Roman a forced smile and told him it tasted fine.

"Of course it does," he smirked. "How could it not, when it was made by me?" He pressed a hand to his chest, trying to lighten the mood up a bit.

Virgil laughed a bit. "Haha… yeah… perfect princey, hmm?" He raised an eyebrow and forced himself to eat a bit more of the soup.

Roman let out a quiet sigh of relief at the sight of Virgil eating. "You're doing great," he reassured him. "You don't have to eat a lot of it, just eat as much as you can."

He nodded, though he was quite pale as he continued. His throat seemed unsure what to do with food and he struggled to swallow, finding it even more difficult to keep it down.

They sat in silence for a while, while Virgil sipped at his soup, until Roman finally said, "Let's talk about something besides this." He glanced over to Virgil with a smile. "Whatever you want to talk about, Microsoft Edge."

"Um…" Virgil swallowed and coughed a bit. "What's… what's your favorite Disney song?" He asked, glad for the temporary excuse to not eat.

"Dear lord, did you have to ask something so hard?" He laughed, putting a hand to his chin. "Hmm…I would have to say Under the Sea. Though, Friends on the other side is up close to it."

Virgil looked up at that. "I… um… I like that one too." He said, fidgeting with his hands. The bowl of soup laying discarded in his lap. "I was listening to it this morning."

Roman fondly remembered waking up to Virgil's voice, which he ruled that it may almost be as good as his own. "Oh, you were, were you?" He asked. "At least you've got somewhat good taste." He joked, giving him a playful smile.

Virgil huffed indignantly. "I've got great taste in music, thank you. I bet you're just surprised I listen to anything other than My Chemical Romance."

"No!" He insisted. A few moments passed. "…well, yes," he sighed.

Virgil rolled his eyes. "I'm not angsty all the time. Well… kind of, but you know what I mean, hopefully." He went pale again and held his breath, though he tried his best not to draw attention to this.

Roman shrugged. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Though that is kind of like saying I'm not creative all the time."

"Y-You have blips." Virgil shrugged, slowly sliding his legs off the bed and standing up. He started walking towards the bathroom and was hugging his stomach. "I'll be right back…" He said quietly before closing the door. He quickly went over to the toilet to throw up, cursing himself for eating. He knew this would happen, and yet, he still did it.

Roman nodded, full of concern. How am I supposed to help him eat if he throws it up? Then he softened a bit. Its not his fault. It just takes time. he sat, waiting for Virgil to return.

Once Virgil had emptied his stomach, he stood up with shaking legs and looked at himself in the mirror. Pathetic… weak… He shook his head to clear the voices away and came back into the room. "S-Sorry about that…" He curled up on the bed with a sigh.

"No, it's fine," he managed out. He knew that Virgil most likely threw up the soup. Sighing, he said, "you don't have to eat any more. We'll go slowly, okay?"

Virgil nodded weakly, turning his gaze up to Roman from the bed. "I'm sorry." He said softly. He could feel a warm wetness clinging to his hoodie sleeves and was glad the jacket was dark colored.

"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault." Roman smiled sadly.

He nodded again. His throat was burning, which made his voice a bit more raspy. He wanted to argue that it was his fault, but it wasn't worth it. "Where are the others? Is Patton okay?"

"They're in the living room. And yes, Patton is alright, he just had a little scare." He reassured him.

"That's good… wouldn't want to upset dear old dad." Virgil coughed and laughed weakly, pulling his hood up. "Logan seemed okay, at least…"

Roman nodded, remaining silent, both because of worry and lack of something to say. "Do you want me to stay or do you want to rest some more?" He asked.

Virgil was quiet for a few seconds. "Please stay…" He whispered, closing his eyes so Roman couldn't see the desperate look in them.

Roman smiled and laid down beside him. "Of course." It felt nice to lay next to him. Their arms lightly touched and it made him feel warm inside. "I won't leave, not until you're tired of me being here."

"Thanks…" Virgil turned on his side so he was facing Roman, tentatively opening his eyes to look up at the other. "Your… um… hair looks nice today?" He said as a weak attempt at conversation.

Roman let out a small laugh. "Why, thank you. So does yours." He was surprised Virgil had complimented him.

Virgil just fell silent again and looked away, glad he was wearing concealer. Some of it had come off by now, but it still hid his light flush.

Roman closed his eyes lightly and began to hum quietly, tapping his foot along with the beat.