#38: “I want to write you poetry, to write songs about you and draw your portrait! I want to make things for you! It frustrates the hell out of me that I can’t draw and I can’t sing or write or play instruments or paint…You inspire me so fucking much…” With Logince?
Logan was used to checking on Roman. Roman had a tendency to stay up late involved in a project, get frustrated when the quality decreased thanks to the lateness, and therefore spend far too much time trying to fix the project instead of going to sleep. Logan, for his part, often had trouble sleeping. So whenever he couldn’t sleep, he’d tiptoe down to Roman’s room and make sure the light was off.
Tonight, Roman had been awake at ten o’ clock. Logan had told him to go to sleep soon, wished him a good night, and left.
Tonight, Roman had been awake at midnight. Logan had told him to go to sleep now, wished him sweet dreams, and left.
And tonight, Roman was awake at three in the morning, and Logan was beginning to worry that something was wrong.
Roman didn’t respond to the first two knocks. Logan waited outside, wondering if Roman had perhaps fallen asleep with the lights on--then he heard a shuffling noise and a sleepy “Come in!”
Logan pushed the door open and saw Roman slumped in his desk chair, waves of paper strewn about, a quill pen limp in his hand. He glanced up at Logan, and for a second looked guilty, as if he’d been caught doing something heinous.
Logan hummed, walked over, and pulled the pen from Roman’s grasp. “Do you know how late it is?”
“Huh?” Roman blinked a few times. “Um--late?”
“Good guess.” Logan swept some of the papers out of Roman’s grasp. “It’s three in the morning, which is well past a reasonable sleeping time.”
“It’s not that bad,” Roman protested. “You’re up late.”
“I wanted to get a drink of water.” Logan tugged Roman’s chair away from his desk. “You are working on something instead of sleeping. We are not the same.”
“It’s important, though,” Roman whined. “C’mon, Specs, I’ll go to bed once I’m done.”
“And how much work will it take?”
“I--” Something in Roman’s face darkened. “I dunno. A while.”
“Hmm.” Logan gave him a piercing look. “Then take a break. You’ll finish it tomorrow--doubtless it will be better when you’ve gotten a good night’s sleep.”
“Not good, though,” Roman muttered.
“What?”
“I’ll go to sleep soon, I promise,” Roman said, looking up and fixing a smile on his face. “I just need to work some details out. This isn’t really coming together right now, and--”
“And you’ll work on it tomorrow!” Logan’s worry crept into his voice. “Roman, please. Thomas wouldn’t want you to overwork yourself, and he’ll forgive a late project. As will I.”
“It’s not--” There was the upset edge to his tone again, and Logan was beginning to feel that something was wrong. “It’s not for Thomas. It’s--for someone else.”
“Well, I’m sure that someone would appreciate it if you didn’t finish it now--”
“When will I finish it, then?” Roman burst out. “I’ve been working on it for weeks, I can’t--”
“Weeks?” Logan looked at the pieces of paper and back at Roman. “What project is this?”
“It’s...” Roman swallowed and stared at his feet. “It’s for you.”
Logan swore he stopped breathing for an instant. “For me?”
“I wanted to make you something,” Roman said quietly, still looking at the ground. “I want to write you poetry, to write songs about you and draw your portrait! I want to make things for you!” Roman’s voice pitched upwards in passion. “And it frustrates the hell out of me that I can’t draw--and I can’t sing or write or play instruments or paint…” He swallowed. “You inspire me so fucking much, and I can’t do anything with it, and I can’t--I can’t show you.”
Logan stared at him, and he’d definitely stopped breathing.
“I’ll go to sleep soon,” Roman whispered. “I promise. But--if I try a bit more, maybe I’ll get it right.”
Logan forcibly shoved all his feelings to the side. “Roman--Roman, who said you can’t draw? Or--or sing, I know you can sing--”
“I can’t well,” Roman said. “I can’t--none of it’s good enough, you always have such high standards, and--”
Logan’s heart twisted. “I never asked you to do that, Roman.”
“I wanted to!” Roman’s voice cracked. “I figured if--if I could make you something nice, maybe I’d--maybe I’d be worthy of--”
“Of me,” Logan finished, and got confirmation from the way Roman wilted. “Roman...”
“Forget it,” Roman said harshly, wiping his eyes and standing up. “I’ll--I’ll go to sleep now, just forget it.”
“Roman,” Logan said, reaching for his hand.
He flinched. “What?”
“I can’t draw, either.”
Roman looked up at him for the first time.
“I can’t draw, I can’t sing, I certainly can’t play instruments.” Logan folded his hand into Roman’s. “But--you inspire me nonetheless. To push my limits, to empathize with others, to see the world in a different way. And--and I’d like to think, even though I can’t make anything for you, that I’m worthy of you. And that you're worthy of me, too.”
Roman stared at him, mouth open.
“So, I propose you take a break.” Logan tugged him toward the bed. “Go to bed. You need to rest, love.”
“But--” Roman sighed. “Alright. Fine.”
“Good.” Logan smiled. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Roman flushed. “I’ll do my best to avoid getting distracted.”
“Hmm, good point.” Logan glanced at the door. “I’ve been having some sleep problems myself--and perhaps we could kill two birds with one figurative stone. If it keeps you from destroying your sleep schedule.”
“You’re saying...”
Logan gestured to the bed. “Um--how do you feel about cuddling?”
“Cuddling--” Roman looked as if he’d malfunctioned. “Specs--”
“I apologize if I misread,” Logan said hastily. “However, you said you--”
“I like you,” Roman finished. “And--yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Good,” said Logan. “So would I.”
And when Roman was curled into his side, fast asleep, Logan let himself fall asleep, too.
A lovely nonny sent this to my ask box: The way you write about Janus and his six arms is EVERYTHING. It’s so beautiful. Could I request some sort of hurt/comfort fic with Janus and his wonderful wonderful six arms as the comforter?
and I realised hey yeah there’s some loose threads here to tie up let’s uh fix that
Warnings: roman angst and everything that goes with it. self-esteem issues, self-hatred, insecurity. sympathetic everyone
Pairings: roceit, platonic DLAMPR
Word Count: 6488
Most things in life are flexible to some degree. You can push and pull and bend them in certain ways and, to some extent, they will comply with you. There are some things that you can bend and bend and bend. Creativity is one of these things. Creativity, imagination, dreams…they can be shaped and changed into whatever you want.
Summary: There was a little spot was tucked away in a corner of the Imagination, a few trees looking over a sharp cliff. Roman came here when his cuts got too deep, when his mind turned to darker thoughts.
He invited Virgil there, and maybe found a little more than he intended.
Roman leaned his cheek against the rope hanging from the tree, swinging idly on the wood plank he’d put there.
This little spot was tucked away in a corner of the Imagination, a few trees looking over a sharp cliff. He came here when his cuts got too deep, when his mind turned to darker thoughts. He rarely properly toyed with the idea of jumping, but it was nice to have the option.
After visiting it over and over, it had become tainted with sadness and resignation to the end. He’d invited the other sides there to attempt to remedy this, without telling them why.
Imagine a scene where there’s a montage of Thomas going on different dates with Nico but Roman and Virgil are like the friends in a romcom following them and spying on them to make sure it goes well
Like they’re having dinner in a restaurant and then the camera zooms out and a few tables away Roman and Virgil slowly lower their menus and stare at them across the room
They don’t even need to sneak around since literally no one can see them but that just doesn’t occur to them I guess
ao3: “rainbow ink”
rating: T
warnings: soulmate au, sympathetic deceit, sympathetic remus, DRLAMP, creativitwins
genre: angst with a happy ending
description: Roman just wants his twin to be happy. That’s all he wants. (for anon prompt: “Romantic DRLAMP soulmates? (Platonic creativetwins ofc) and usually when I see that ships it’s Virgil or Deciet who doesn’t write to his soulmates but how about Roman? He pretends not to have them because Remus already has them as his soulmates and he doesn’t want to steal that from him? Angst with a happy ending?”)
The first time Roman sees familiar purple ink flowing across his arm, he thinks it’s a mistake. It has to be. He’s seen that particular shade of purple on Remus’s skin too often for it to be a coincidence. It’s only further confirmed when, as he hastily yanks his sleeve down, Remus bursts into his room to tell him that he’s going to the coffee shop to people watch and be weird. Just like his soulmate- Virgil- said.
Roman swallows hard, the lump in his throat only intensifying at the unabashed happiness shining in his twin’s eyes. He doesn’t say a word about the damning purple words drizzled across his skin- doesn’t even think about writing back- just wishes Remus a safe trip and tries to pretend that the pain in his lungs is from a developing asthma attack.
The second time he sees dark and light blue ink scrawling across his wrist, he thinks someone must be playing a sick joke on him. It’s not fair. Logan and Patton are also Remus’s soulmates. Is Roman so cursed that he can’t have anything to himself?
I remember seeing one of these when I first got on tumblr and I really really love Roman so y'all are just gonna have to deal with reading about why he's so amazing
Sword. Need I say any more?
His smile. He literally has the protagonist smile. Y'know, the lopsided/crooked one that so-and-so hates at first but learns to love??? That.
He's a twin--which is actually really heckin cool, especially since IM a twin and it just makes me project on him more aksjsj
I love his rhyming and little sayings and stuff ("enough of thee, enough of thee, focus on issues, or focus on me." is one of my favorites)
he always puts really weird emphasis on things??? ("fOUR mAkoVERS" and "all I DO is win" are the first ones to come to mind kajsnnsj)
the way he runs his hand through his hair when he's excited or nervous or smth
i love how sincerely he apologizes
i also love his nicknames for the others bc like. That's adorable. He comes up with a different one every time, too!
his voice, bc like,,, it's so expressionate??? If i were to draw his voice itd have a lot of loops and curls
hes so extra. Like, his logo??? SO complicated and that can be really frustrating at times but like can we just appreciate how he has an entire SCENE in his logo?? And he just made it and thought it up in the blink of an eye??? I love him.
he is a himbo. Very dumb stupid prince man. I love him with my entire soul.
his weird, over the top metaphors
character growth!!! Cannot stress this enough!!!! He went from self-centered and rude to the guy who apologizes all the time and gives up his life's dream for his friends!!! Which isn't actually healthy, but I still love him!!!
He drew the Mona Lisa on a Dora coloring book
his weird relationship with corn and mashed potatoes--also, he cant have cream-based food. Endearing tidbits to know about him.
"C'mon Patton, they're just spider curtains! but if need be, I willwill slay them for you."
he's an insecure baby--and did you see how disconcerted he was when Thomas said he wanted to hear his opinion???
he's so passionate!! Big wavy motions with hands!!! Getting overexcited!!! He's great!!!
he gets off topic so fast--like the whole "feral cats" thing? that was awesome.
singy boi. Disney nerd boy. Fanboi. Enough said.
theres so much more but this post is long enough ajsbsbdb
We didn’t have a word for our, as you guys call, gay/lesbian people. So we coined that word as an umbrella for all our tribes. We never said, “Well, you’re transgender. You’re bisexual. You’re lesbian.” We never knew those terms. Those are all from Western culture, you know, LGBTQ and all that. So on some level, it’s about getting rid of labels. Those terms were forced upon us.
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