Summary: Virgil can’t sleep.
CW: Some mild cursing, descriptions of insomnia, character lashing out
Pairing: LAMPT/Polyamsanders + Thomas (Platonic or romantic)
Virgil couldn’t sleep.
He tried. But every time he closed his eyes, his whole body felt like it was buzzing, and his mind began to hiss urgently at him, insisting you’re forgetting something, you’re doing something wrong, something’s bad, something’s off, something’s wrong wrong wrong so after an hour he gave it up as a lost cause and spent the night scrolling through tumblr and reddit.
He was tired the next day but it was nothing a couple cups of coffee couldn’t fix.
He couldn’t sleep the next night either.
The same thoughts that haunted him the night before continued to circle, and a day of too much caffeine and not enough sleep had amplified them. He didn’t even try sleeping. He stayed up and listened to music while reading reviews of old movies online.
It wasn’t that big a deal. He’d gone a longer than this without sleep before.
When morning came, he layered his eye shadow on a bit thicker to hide the exhausted shadows and put eye drops in his eyes to cut down on the redness. It helped.