The Mind Palace Arcade - 21.5
Summary:
big decision time tears will be shed
Notes:
THIS IS THE PENULTIMATE CHAPTER OF MIND PALACE???? THE FUCK? more cohesive words in the next chapter which is our final notes for you. thank you for being so fucking supportive i love you all nox
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Roman wanted to believe it would be a normal, calm, Monday morning, just patrolling the arcade. He was still waiting on the director’s final casting announcements, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t preparing.
On the contrary, it felt like his life was already changing before his eyes, and he hadn’t even moved anywhere. The directors had assigned him a trainer to prepare his body for the film. They’d assured Roman that he wouldn’t leave the shoot every day dehydrated or famished, but also warned that there were preparations in order.
Overnight, his diet changed to something one would liken to a peskitarian’s, which wasn’t awful. He actually preferred not to eat meat anyways. But this new diet made him hungrier for all the wrong things. The trainer allowed him cheat days, although all of the chips and pizza Roman and Virgil often consumed were confined to once every other week.
In addition to the changes in his diet, the trainer also had him coming to the gym every morning at five AM. While his muscles - well, everything, really - ached, Roman bit down his complaints. He’d gotten through auditioning and got the part. It actually didn’t feel like work. Soon, it was routine.
And then there was Virgil…
Truthfully, neither of them had brought up the subject. Virgil always asked questions when Roman expressed excitement about the role, but it never felt like Virgil was even there anymore. Did that mean he wanted to break up?
Across the arcade, Virgil was having a similar debate with himself. He’d told Princey that he could move with him to LA, but would he be happy there? They’d barely been dating for a few months. Was he even ready to drop everything for Roman, someone who wouldn’t be around too much if his career launched?
Virgil didn’t want to leave Florida. No matter how much he griped about the weather and the people, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. Besides, it wasn’t as if he could really go anywhere. He didn’t want to reset his social life in a new city.
But if they did long distance, would they ever live in the same place after this? Could they even last long enough to think about living together long-term?
What if Roman got bored? What if it just didn’t work out? What if he got tired of waiting for borrowed time with Roman?
Their relationship wasn’t even that strong, considering the amount of arguments and stubborn qualities they each possessed. The only reason they spent so much time together was because they worked at the same place, and if they stopped, would they still put that much effort into the relationship?
During one of his breaks, Virgil found himself standing in front of Dylan’s security office. When Duke opened the door, the Samson triplet noticed the look on Virgil’s face, muttering a quick excuse and walking to the lobby.
After a few moments of Virgil sitting in what had been Duke’s seat, Dylan turned his chair. “Alright, I’ll bite. Seriously, what’s up with you? You came in this morning looking like a kicked puppy.”
Virgil scrunched up his nose. “No, I didn’t.”
“Not the point. Are you here for advice, because I have five words: Remy is better at this.” He said, ticking off his fingers as he said the words.
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