Virgil Sanders

Deceit looked at Roman and snarled, taking a quiet joy in Virgil's terror. He didn't both speaking to Roman directly. "Get rid of him," he spat, disappearing swiftly.

As Deceit fled, Virgil’s chest pounded and ears rang, his eyes hidden from view as he trembled and struggled to breathe. He didn’t look at Roman, how could he? Roman didn’t understand what a horrible creature Deceit was. The prince agreed with him.

Shaking his head, panicked whispers fled Virgil’s lips as his usual response to lash out fled.

Deceit brought the worst of Virgil out. Even now.

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Roman stepped closer to Virgil with a deep frown, his eyes gentle. He hated seeing Virgil so bent out of shape. He looked… Terrified. Roman didn’t know what to do.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly, crouching Dow beside Anxiety with a troubled expression.

Virgil didn't reply, didn't move, just trembled and sobbed as his fingers dug against his scalp. His vision blurred, darkening as he felt his throat seize.

For a few moments, this was how the anxious side stayed before his head fell back against the wall, thudding dully.

"You should go..."

Deceit looked at Roman and snarled, taking a quiet joy in Virgil's terror. He didn't both speaking to Roman directly. "Get rid of him," he spat, disappearing swiftly.

As Deceit fled, Virgil's chest pounded and ears rang, his eyes hidden from view as he trembled and struggled to breathe. He didn't look at Roman, how could he? Roman didn't understand what a horrible creature Deceit was. The prince agreed with him.

Shaking his head, panicked whispers fled Virgil's lips as his usual response to lash out fled.

Deceit brought the worst of Virgil out. Even now.

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Closed Rp Starter - Sanders Sides (Because I keep misspelling the ship name)

Roman was up at around 7:00, looking dead tired so far. He quietly slipped on a white tee-shirt that was made to look like a Prince’s outfit, and some blue jeans, before grabbing a pre-made Mocha (Thank god for Patton’s habit of leaving them there for him) and headed out of his dorm by 7:30. It would be a busy day, he was currently working on writing his own play in his theater class, some acting stuff, and making a shirt (which was turning out more like a hoodie with how thick it was) in his fashion class. Ontop of all that, he had to get some photos for his photography class an-

He stopped in his tracks as he saw someone sitting on the sidewalk. They.. Looked like they had slept there. Roman got worried quickly, heading over with a charming smile, and sitting beside the purple-haired male “Hey, you alright? Want some coffee? It’s pretty good.” He said softly, offering his coffee to the other “I can take a sip if you don’t believe its not poisoned-” He joked, snorting softly.

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It had been a long two months for Virgil… His anxiety and depression had spun out of control, his medication had gone untaken and then lost– then…

Virgil had been at work for the second time that day, having worked a 6 hour morning shift and then being called in for another 8 hour shift that evening. He didn’t know what set him off– perhaps it had been the lack of sleep, or the entitled customers– but the young lad had lost it.

Hiding in the break room, Virgil was chased down by his boss- berrated for his mistakes. The purple haired college student snapped, screaming and cursing, tears flooding his cheeks…

He was fired on the spot, and after that was unable to find a job. His grades suffered badly enough, but then rent came due…

Last night had been the third on the street, thin form curled into a ball just under the hug of an awning. He was cold and tired… His stomach woke him as hunger pains bit his sides.

Then a voice carried and footfalls closed the distance. Chocolate hues lifted, dark circles created by poor sleep lining his eyes.

No one is nice for no reason. He’s probably making fun of you, or plans on pouring it on you. Humiliate you. Hurt you

“I–..”

His throat tightened, the desert that was his mouth pleading for mercy as hesitantly, Virgil nodded, hands shaking.

Roman handed the drink to him, frowning now

“..Lets get you to my place, okay? I share it with a guy named Patton, he’s pretty nice. You don’t have to come, of course, but.. It looks like you’ve been out here for a while.” He said, offering his hand to pull the other up “I’ll call in sick to school today, its no biggie.”

Thoughts flooded his head about the other male, mostly concerned ones.

How long as he been out here? There’s a bakery next door, I should get him something to eat.. Poor guy looks like he’s starving.

“How about we stop by the bakery over there on the way? I’ll get you something to eat, yeah?”

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Slowly Virgil took the drink, sipping slowly at first. It was warm, and sweet... But still it was nice.

As Roman spoke again, the male shakily stood, his legs wobbling slightly before his head shook. "That's not necessary--" The purple haired anxious one said, unsure why this stranger was being so kind.

"I...I appreciate it. " He mumbled nervously.

He could be a serial killer for all you know.

Deceit laughed. "I'm in your head, Virgil. You know I don't have to be wanted to be needed, and right now, you're lying to them and you're lying to yourself."

"I don't need you!" Virgil's voice trembled as he let himself sink down against the wall of his bedroom.

"Just stop....stop..."

You can't pretend with me. I know every lie you've ever told. Don't you think they'll find out the truth eventually?

Virgil tensed and grit his teeth, his hands forming fists as he shook his head.

"Go away, Deceit... You're not welcome here and you know it."

The panic was low toned as the male slid his palms over his ears.

Viiiirgil~ You should really stop lying to your friends.

Lying? About what exactly?

"you okay?" (-@cattonpatton)

Virgil didn’t look up as his fingers twisted against his wrist, his dark eyes were glazed, jaw set and back tense. Things had been– crazy. Ever since he showed back up– Deceit had drug up a million feelings. Anxiety, paranoia. Fear.

What if the others found out?

Virgil’s voice was low as he shook his head, not daring to look at the other who had joined him on the roof.

“I’m not in the mood,Patton… Just go away, please.” The desperation was loud and clear despite the whisper of his voice, black painted finger nails releasing pale flesh and gripping the edge of the roof, his legs dangling.

It felt dangerous.

But safer than being near the others now that Deceit had come around.

“I’m not safe to be around.”

“Sorry kiddo, but i’m not goin’ anywhere,” Patton responded, frowning a little and sitting cross-legged on the roof, making sure not to sit too close to Virgil as to not make him uncomfortable. “Even if you were unsafe to be with, I wouldn’t go anywhere. You don’t have to talk to me about what’s going on if you’re not feeling up to it, we can just sit.” He placed a comforting hand on the other boys back, looking at him with a comforting smile.

Virgil didn’t speak up again for a long moment, his fingers white knuckled as his head bowed, teeth clenching as a low hiss fled from between his teeth.

Tears cascaded slowly, muted sobs muffled by his teeth as he bit back any sound that tried to escape.

“Just– go away, Patton!” The resolve of the Anxious side snapped, his head swiveling to face the Moral side, eyeliner running streams down washed-out cheeks.

“I don’t need you! I don’t want you around! You’re not my father so stop acting like it!” His voice rose into a shout as his eyes closed and his sobs roared from his chest.

He was so scared.

Patton was a bit taken aback by what Virgil had said, but knew he didn’t mean it. “Virge, I’m only here to help you. it’s okay. You don’t need to get defensive.” He spoke softly and looked away for a second to hide his worried expression before looking back again with his comforting one. “Me, Roman, Logan, we all care about you. You, not the bad kid you think you are.”

"You don't know that." Virgil whispered, his head turning away to look over the star kissed sky. His legs felt heavy, like his lungs had set fire.

"I don't-- I don't belong here. With you or Logan or Roman. I don't belong with anyone."

Except those in the dark.

The yellow hues still made his stomach twist, his eyes water and his throat clench. It felt like a chain had been fastened, something to control him.

Deceit was back and Virgil was only putting the others at risk.

Closed Rp Starter - Sanders Sides (Because I keep misspelling the ship name)

Roman was up at around 7:00, looking dead tired so far. He quietly slipped on a white tee-shirt that was made to look like a Prince’s outfit, and some blue jeans, before grabbing a pre-made Mocha (Thank god for Patton’s habit of leaving them there for him) and headed out of his dorm by 7:30. It would be a busy day, he was currently working on writing his own play in his theater class, some acting stuff, and making a shirt (which was turning out more like a hoodie with how thick it was) in his fashion class. Ontop of all that, he had to get some photos for his photography class an-

He stopped in his tracks as he saw someone sitting on the sidewalk. They.. Looked like they had slept there. Roman got worried quickly, heading over with a charming smile, and sitting beside the purple-haired male “Hey, you alright? Want some coffee? It’s pretty good.” He said softly, offering his coffee to the other “I can take a sip if you don’t believe its not poisoned-” He joked, snorting softly.

@purpleanxiousmess

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It had been a long two months for Virgil... His anxiety and depression had spun out of control, his medication had gone untaken and then lost-- then...

Virgil had been at work for the second time that day, having worked a 6 hour morning shift and then being called in for another 8 hour shift that evening. He didn't know what set him off-- perhaps it had been the lack of sleep, or the entitled customers-- but the young lad had lost it.

Hiding in the break room, Virgil was chased down by his boss- berrated for his mistakes. The purple haired college student snapped, screaming and cursing, tears flooding his cheeks...

He was fired on the spot, and after that was unable to find a job. His grades suffered badly enough, but then rent came due...

Last night had been the third on the street, thin form curled into a ball just under the hug of an awning. He was cold and tired... His stomach woke him as hunger pains bit his sides.

Then a voice carried and footfalls closed the distance. Chocolate hues lifted, dark circles created by poor sleep lining his eyes.

No one is nice for no reason. He's probably making fun of you, or plans on pouring it on you. Humiliate you. Hurt you

"I--.."

His throat tightened, the desert that was his mouth pleading for mercy as hesitantly, Virgil nodded, hands shaking.

"you okay?" (-@cattonpatton)

Virgil didn’t look up as his fingers twisted against his wrist, his dark eyes were glazed, jaw set and back tense. Things had been– crazy. Ever since he showed back up– Deceit had drug up a million feelings. Anxiety, paranoia. Fear.

What if the others found out?

Virgil’s voice was low as he shook his head, not daring to look at the other who had joined him on the roof.

“I’m not in the mood,Patton… Just go away, please.” The desperation was loud and clear despite the whisper of his voice, black painted finger nails releasing pale flesh and gripping the edge of the roof, his legs dangling.

It felt dangerous.

But safer than being near the others now that Deceit had come around.

“I’m not safe to be around.”

“Sorry kiddo, but i’m not goin’ anywhere,” Patton responded, frowning a little and sitting cross-legged on the roof, making sure not to sit too close to Virgil as to not make him uncomfortable. “Even if you were unsafe to be with, I wouldn’t go anywhere. You don’t have to talk to me about what’s going on if you’re not feeling up to it, we can just sit.” He placed a comforting hand on the other boys back, looking at him with a comforting smile.

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Virgil didn't speak up again for a long moment, his fingers white knuckled as his head bowed, teeth clenching as a low hiss fled from between his teeth.

Tears cascaded slowly, muted sobs muffled by his teeth as he bit back any sound that tried to escape.

"Just-- go away, Patton!" The resolve of the Anxious side snapped, his head swiveling to face the Moral side, eyeliner running streams down washed-out cheeks.

"I don't need you! I don't want you around! You're not my father so stop acting like it!" His voice rose into a shout as his eyes closed and his sobs roared from his chest.

He was so scared.

Patton- you joined tumblr-- do you even know what you're doing?

i have absolutely no clue, kiddo!

….But I’ll teach you.

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Virgil you worry too much! Patton will slay on the internet! They’ll love his dad jokes!

even if they don’t like my dad jokes, they’re hilarious and i will never stop