Prinxiety, 14 :o
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prinxiety: things you said after you kissed me
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Virgil wasn’t one for words, not usually.
Now, don’t get it wrong, Roman knew that Virgil could argue and converse and debate over and over again. It was all they used to do, after all. But Virgil enjoyed the quiet moments, the actions that didn’t have words with them.
And this became more and more apparent the longer they dated.
A kiss in place of a hello, a goodbye. Kisses that said, “are you okay? Were you hurt?” Kisses that were apologies and happiness.
He’d drop a kiss on Roman’s forehead after a movie, a kiss on the cheek as he passed by in the kitchen. A kiss under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve.
Slowly these actions became more commonplace, a replacement for the words they represented. Roman became more and more smitten with each one. With each reminder that he was loved.
They became an “I love you,” when Roman blurted it out one day. A response to anything that Roman did that Virgil adored.
I love you’s and kisses were exchanged equally, and each kiss had a little bit of that phrase in it, as the time passed by.
Moments in the morning where they said hello, good morning, I love you, with both words and actions.
Moments where Roman was speechless in the face of the fact that he was dating Virgil, a man he thought he couldn’t have for the longest time, where he could only use his lips to express how he felt.
The point is, Virgil used these actions to convey his feelings, and Roman became more and more adept at interpreting these, even as Virgil stayed quiet during them.
So when Roman couldn’t quite figure out what this kiss meant, he was a little alarmed.
It was nervous, a not quite hello. It said I love you but it wavered. It set him on edge.
“Virgil, my heart? Is something the matter?” Roman asked.
In response, Virgil just kissed him again, stronger. This one clearly said I love you, even though the nervousness was still apparent. Once more, Virgil kissed him.
And then.
And then-
Roman could hardly believe his eyes as Virgil sank to one knee before him.
“Will you marry me?”
And how could Roman respond with anything but a kiss that meant yes, forever, yours, mine always?
And so he did.
Edit: it has occured to me that I’m a dumb dumb and forgot to link the post for y’all to send in a ship and a number, here you go!
