Roman and Virgil have been together most of their lives. The shy and self-cold child of a ordinary house learned to open up to a outgoing and characteristic boy from a life of emptiness and unimaginable dull. Beginning as best friends in a school quarrel, Virgil was victim to depression and Roman on edge of collapsing individuality. Both indefinitely came to ones another’s needs and soon touched on what would later be true companionship. With two new friends in toll, Logan and Patton, their circle of trust and brotherhood was unbeatable. It wouldn't be until Senior Year of high school that all emotions would splur and coming-out love between them grew into our story, which takes place about a year later.
Virgil loomed over his thoughts on and on. He couldn’t stop envisioning the dream he’d been having since then, that dance, that moment. Tossing in his covers alongside Roman made his legs feel constricted and tried to break free. Finally launching himself out of the soft trap, his body hit like a thud on the carpet, causing him to moan in the surface. Roman shot up from his beauty sleep, face mask glowed ‘Don’t bother me, I’m Grumpy’ half strapped against his face.
“Gheeah! Hrrrrmm...Virgil?”
“Down here..” said the gloomed voice, reaching for the edge of the bed. “Sorry, I was-felt-nothing.”
“Must have been some nothing to fly out of bed!”
*yaawn* “what’s up, hun?”
“It..it was nothing. Just a thought.”
“C’mon, greys anatomy, tell me.”
“It’s too..embarrassing..”
“Your kidding. I’m presumed to be all embarrassing!”
“No! Like, embarrassing. Was about..me and y-you.”
“Oh?” with a smirk and a finger up and down Virgil’s arm, making him tickle and shiver.
“Ghaaa nothing like that!” Finally showing a smile wide enough to photograph. “It was about us. How we..love. I guess…”
“I think so.” Roman gazed his curious eyes over his boyfriend and soon-to-be husband, wondering where this hurt could be coming from. Though what he’s saying, it’s not hurting, but something else.
“Like, we’ve been us for a while now, and it feels fine. Great even. Everytime and day we’re together it’s a blessing, especially to myself, it just feels we-I...want more.”
“What are you implying?” Seeming hurt. “I’m not good enough now?”
“Hell no, Princey! No no no, your wonderful, good, loving, and nothing can change you! It’s what’s on my fault. My wants.” Why couldn’t he just say it? The one thing that could make their life better if it seemed so. The element of life he ever so desires for him and his Prince Charming…
Silence between the angsty hipster, the royal spotlight and the faux-mink comforter fell swift as winter.
“Okay? I want a child, a somebody worth us and our relationship. I know we’re looking forward to sealing the deal and all, and we’ve layed our many things for each other, it’s just...just..I feel we need something more. It’s scared me through this progress for a while, and I don’t know how or why I feel this way-“
“That’s what they call it. Baby fever, the...the wanting of a child to think it would solve your worries between someone or feeling left out of a love.” Roman defined as smooth and crisp as how Logan would’ve. Virgil in turn started amazed at how this theater kid would be so sophisticated. “Trust me, I’ve been through it with my girl pals. They all say it would make them feel better and self-worthed with their partner, but it’s just what the mind and heart wants, not really themselves.”
Virgil then slumped and buried his red face in his palms, acknowledging his stupidity mentally. “I...I’m s-ss-sorry...Rome..” He then began to tear up in guilt, as he did when facing correction.
“Hey, now-“ Roman held Virgil close to his chest, rocking him soothingly, free hand searching through the purple dyed bangs with safety. He felt hurt seeing his one true love in despair, as it always had been, since middle school. Making a friend with the gloomy kid across the cafeteria, only changed his whole history.
“Don’t be sorry, love. You’ve nothing to blame. I think...I think it would be alright, amazing really, to have a kid. So let’s say this,” adjusting himself and Virgil cross-legged and facing each other in the eye. “We get married, first off, then we research some children who’ve no home. We’ll have to jump hoops I’ve heard to apply for adoption, but I’m sure it can work out.”
Virgil still looked down sad, but nodded along with the plan.
“Mmhmm.” was all he could reply with.
Roman sighed, and extended his hand to his partners face, lifting chin with thumb. Virge gazed up from the bed to the crisp hazel eyes, still upon a frown. The cherry-red haired boy looked on tenderly. “Close your eyes.”
“Just do it, babe.” He did so, with a childish huff.
“Now forget what you see. What do you feel?” As he said this, Roman held Virgil’s hand, stroking it as he went to put it on the cocoa-eyes’ own chest. My crinkled sweatshirt, but he has it over my.. “My heart?” Roman replied with a nod. “And here?” ,stretching the cool hand on the barren pecks. Warmth, smooth, a bit rigid, a beating motion. His? “Your heart.” without a question.
“Ya see, we’re the same. One heart in the same patterns, the same person.” Poetic it may seem and somewhat cliche, Virgil thought, it worked out his worries. He did feel connected to Roman, the one true human being to come out for him out of a million. Dropping his hand, he wrapped his arms around the bare chest, head and ear nestled to hear and feel more of the heavenly breathing of what’s was his prince.
“Yeah,” he finally said after a moment. “The same.”
The figurative prince chuckled as he held him close, inhaling and exhaling to the others pleasure.
“You know what I mean? We are love, we are and can be or do anything when we’re together. If that means dreaming about a real family, one day and someday, it can be ours. In the time now, it’s just us.” Roman rested his chin on the others head, whiffing the hair that soothes his senses. Virgil peaked his eyes, content and full of hope now. Lifting his head to touch foreheads with Roman, he rubbed against it like a kitten. Rome obliged and turned to touch cheek-to-cheek, Simba and Nala like.
Maybe this’ll help Roman processed, as he let a soft kiss fall on the neck of his nightly-keen knight. Virgil let out a shiver of a gasp, scrunching his shoulders, but felt satisfied with the action.
Maybe this too,”Alexa. *bing* Play my theme” ‘playing your theme Chicago’s You're the Inspiration’ Virgil giggles at the choice. That was their song, that dance, that moment Virgil knew Roman was the one. When Roman knew this boy was his true love. Roman then grasped the others’ hands to ask for a slow dance off the bed. Virge accepted the invitation, and lifted himself off the edge. With a smile in both favors, the two men came chest to chest, in a circle of steps. Swaying with each drum beat, each chime of the piano, they breathed and lived in the moment. Through the chorus, Virgil was lost in the fantasy of being one with Roman and his analogy.
The heart thing felt familiar, but it did make him feel better on his proposal, having a child one day is another day, for right now was being one and one only. Being inspiration both ways made it work, and that’s what it will become sooner than they thought. The wall clock read 2:45 am, dimming street lamps glowed, two hearts swayed as one, and a dream worth keeping stayed awake for a while longer.
I really hope you guys enjoy and I’m happy to hear anything if you feel the need to critique. I can take it in pride :) see you in the next chapter with some more drawing examples