46. “I’m in love…shit” Virge talking about Roman...
A/N: yesss this is a good one.
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It was an ordinary night in the mindscape. Roman was off on an adventure in his realm, Logan was working on something in his room, and Virgil was helping Patton bake chocolate chip cookies. It had become a regular occurrence for them to bake sweets of all kinds together. And although Virgil didn’t show it, he really loved baking with Patton.
“Hey kiddo, can you measure and pour in three cups of flour?” Patton asked.
“Sure,” Virgil replied, and got the flour out from the cupboard. He started to pour out the required amount, and nearly dropped the measuring cup in shock. Roman walked into the kitchen, and instead of his usual royal garb, he was wearing plaid red pajama pants and a loose white t-shirt. His hair was mussed, yet it somehow looked flawless.
“Hiya, Roman! I thought you were off adventuring!” Patton exclaimed when he walked in.
“I was, but nothing exciting was happening in my realm tonight. So it’s become a ‘chill out and relax’ night for me,” Roman replied, absentmindedly running a hand through his hair. Virgil watched him, completely mesmerized by him for some reason. Roman noticed him staring, and a sly grin came up to his lips.
“See something you like, Virgil?” Roman asked, his voice dropping to a low and husky tone. He stepped closer to Virgil, a mischievous light in his eyes.
“Princey, I swear to god I will throw all of this flour into your face,” Virgil threatened, trying to hide how flustered he was. Roman stepped away, disappointment flickering over his features for a second.
“Well then, I suppose I will leave. But if you wanna talk to me later, you know where to find me,” Roman said flirtatiously. And with that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the kitchen and back to his room. And Virgil couldn’t help but watch him leave.
“You okay, Virgil?” Patton asked, a teasing edge to his voice.
“I’m in love… shit,” Virgil blurted out. Patton laughed.
“Well, maybe once we finish baking these cookies, you can bring some to him,” he suggested.
“And what, confess my love to him? Fat chance,” Virgil scoffed.
“I dunno kiddo, he seemed pretty interested in you,” Patton said in a sing-song voice.
“That was just Princey being insufferable. He’s not ‘interested’ in me,” Virgil replied, continuing to measure out the flour.
“If you say so,” Patton said with a shrug. The two of them continued to make the cookies in relative silence.
About an hour later, the chocolate chip cookies were done and cooled. Patton put some of the cookies onto a plate, and then handed the plate to Virgil.
“I’m not saying you have to tell him how you feel, but at least be nice and bring some to Roman,” Patton said sternly. Virgil sighed and took the plate from Patton, then headed to Roman’s room. He soon reached it, and knocked on the door. It swung open to reveal a grinning Roman.
“Patton and I finished making cookies, we figured you would want some,” Virgil said, and gave the plate to him.
“Thank you,” Roman replied, and accepted the plate. Virgil started to leave, but Roman suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.
“Wait,” Roman said. Virgil stopped his movements and turned back to Roman.
“About earlier, I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable,” Roman apologized.
“It’s okay Roman. I… uh, I actually didn’t mind. I just… didn’t really know how to respond,” Virgil replied, blushing madly. Roman nearly dropped the plate of cookies in shock.
“I- uh, excuse me for a moment. Let me set these cookies down,” Roman said, turning around and walking into his room. He soon returned, cookies no longer in hand.
“So… what does this mean?” Roman asked, running a hand through his hair.
“It means I like you, you idiot,” Virgil scoffed. Roman’s mouth fell open in shock. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Virgil by his patchwork jacket and pulled him into a fierce and passionate kiss. Virgil let out a startled gasp, then raked his hands through Roman’s hair and kissed him back with equal fervour. They pulled apart after a few moments, both breathing heavily.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve asked before just… kissing you like that,” Roman said sheepishly.
“That’s alright, you can make it up to me by kissing me again,” Virgil replied, voice low and sultry. Roman smirked, wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist, and leaned in to taste those lips once more.