Are we Cool?
Okay, I know what I said earlier about my next story not being about Sanders Sides (and that will be coming out relatively soon), but then the new video dropped and now I have i d e a s. So, enjoy this little snippet!
Warnings?: Doubts and insecurities, past reflections, spoilers for the new video.
Roman stared at the door in front of him, rubbing his arm as he tried to work up the nerve to knock. He took a few deep breaths as he raised his hand to knock, but he flinched back slightly in surprise as the door opened a bit, an eye peering out.
“Roman?” Virgil opened the door further as the princely side sputtered, taking a step back.
“I-I’m sorry, but how…?” he struggled to say, gesturing towards him in an attempt to convey what he wanted to say.
Virgil raised a brow in disbelief. “Princey, I can feel your nervousness from inside. That kinda comes with the job. So, what’s going on?”
“Oh, right,” he said, looking up towards the ceiling to gather his thoughts, his hands waving in circles as he tried to word what he wanted to say. “Virgil, first off, I wanted to say thank you, for joining in on the song. I know you don’t always want to do that sort of thing with us.”
“Well, this time I didn’t have any stupid lines,” Virgil gave him a half-smile as his posture relaxed. He reached behind him to shut the door, shifting over to lean against the wall with his arms crossed. “But yeah, no problem. This time, it was kinda…fun. This time.”
“Thank you, still.” Roman gave off a nervous chuckle as he glanced down at the floor. He heard a sigh and noticed when Virgil’s hand made a “keep going” motion.
“I just… what you said during the song…did you mean it?” he asked, quiet and uncertain and definitely not his usual self.
Virgil frowned a bit, feeling a little uncomfortable as he tried to remember exactly what he said. “What did I say?” he drawled out, trying to think if he had said something that might of upset the creative side. He didn’t think he did; he knew he said stuff before the song, but it was said after calling out on Logan’s crap too.
“Is it true… that you don’t hate me?” Roman forced out, finally meeting Virgil’s eyes. The anxious side was taken aback to see that his eyes were shining with tears, refusing to be shed.
Virgil’s look softened up as he pushed himself off the wall, reaching out to place a hand on Roman’s shoulder. “Princey, I never hated you. Sure, you did things that I didn’t like, and there were times I didn’t like you for that, but I never hated you. No one here hates you.” His voice was gentle, reassuring, not unlike the times the others had to be the same way with him as he started to spiral or the rare occurrence before he was accepted when they unexpectedly clicked.
Roman couldn’t help but think back to those times, when there was days he was certain he hated Virgil. How was he to know that he had his times when he was like this? When he wasn’t trying to be scary because he wanted to help?
“I’m terrible,” he groaned out, unaware he had said it aloud.
Virgil frowned lightly as he moved his arm, laying it over Roman’s shoulders. “You’re not terrible. You’re just… really opinionated. And stubborn.”
“I’m not stubborn,” Roman huffed, but there was no heat in his words as he rubbed his eyes, looking at Virgil with a small smile.
“Sure, Princey. Tell you what: Let’s go watch a movie and chill for a bit. Give us some time to calm down,” Virgil suggested, tugging Roman in the direction of the commons.
Roman followed along, mustering a bit of humor as he asked, “I suppose we’ll be watching the Black Cauldron? Or perhaps the Nightmare Before Christmas?”
“You know, I was thinking we could watch Aladdin or something,” Virgil didn’t look at him, but Roman could hear how he was trying to be supportive at the moment, letting him know he would let him pick.
He thought about it a bit more until he settled on an idea. “How about we watch Lilo and Stitch?”
Virgil paused for a second, letting his smile grow as he gave a slow nod. “Y’know what? That sounds nice.”
@randomslasher I think you might like this because I heard you like some gentle platonic prinxiety.