There is silence in the Mindscape, and while normally that might be cause for alarm, in truth it is because a certain silver-tongued reptilian Side has convinced everyone to take a break. And so, silence was heard throughout the mind.
Except, of course, for one Duke, who has decided that this break means he can (and will) burst into his brother’s room, kicking the door open with a loud, “ROMAN!!”
His hands are cupped, and almost seem to be delicate, as if he were holding something easily broken.
“RoRo, you know how you said that I can’t make anything nice and that everything I make is probably always gonna be inappropriate?” Here, he reveals what is in his hands. A small, grumpy looking Sphinx kitten mews up at the Duke. “Look who made something nice!!”
The silence was... unsettling. Yet, at the same time, it brought a peculiar sense of comfort.
Roman was initially tempted to ignore the "request" (more like an order) and continue brainstorming lyrics about summer evenings, but he decided against it. An old, weathered book was taken off the shelf dedicated to only the most precious items for inspiring Thomas, and the prince relaxed into his mini throne of pillows at the top of the bed.
It was nice. Being able to read without feeling it needed a purpose, or needed to be inspiration for something... It was very nice indeed. He should try this more often.
Of course, when you were the unlucky prince, things never went as intended.
"Sweet Persephone -!" The shout from his twin came out of nowhere, and the book was thrown into the air in fright. Roman had to scramble to catch it before it was damaged in any way, and only after that would he shoot a glare at Remus.
But there was no jeering remark. No comment about catching Roman off-guard. Instead, Remus had a purpose to the visit, something important hidden inside the cupped hands. The Creative Prince exhaled slowly, recognising that this was not an act of being an annoying sibling. He needed to make a similar effort in return. No immediately dismissing his twin.
Gingerly, Roman climbed out of the bed, putting the book aside, and approached his brother as Remus spoke. The words - as honest as ice is smooth - jabbed into Roman like an onslaught of arrows. The question hung in the air for a moment.
"... I suppose I did say that, yes. Why do you ask?"
Remus, rather than being verbally answered, instead responded through the gesture of revealing what was being carried. It could have been anything, and in that split second, Roman had to swat any assumptions away.
The war is over, Roman. You're trying to make amends, Roman.
No assumption could ever have prepared him for the answer of 'a kitten'. Crouching down, Roman was silent as he took in the sight. It was a kitten. No multiple heads, no toxins oozing out, no sounds of the untold terrors that should only lurk in the darkest of nightmares.... Just a kitten.
Then, finally, a smile appeared. "I think 'nice' is an - an understatement. They're beautiful, Re." He should be using the childhood nickname of 'ReRe', but he still needed a little longer before he felt 'ready' for that. Hopefully the softer tone would indicate something positive. "Have you a name picked?"
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