[image description: marker art of a christmas tree with a yellow star on top, silver tinsel, and a red and white mat around the bottom, there are ornaments with each side's color, the orange one is on the floor, there is also a white coffee cup with zzz printed on it, representing remy, and a pink and white candy cane in the coffee cup, representing emile.
on the right of the christmas tree is virgil sanders, he has green eyes and purple and brown hair, he's wearing a red and green striped cone-shaped hat, a gold crown earring, a pink choker with a light blue heart on it, an off-the-shoulder pink and black striped fuzzy sweater, purple tank top strap showing underneath it, and a pastel purple and pink plaid skirt, with yellow-star-patterned blue socks]
I have mathematics and chemistry as my best subjects, I'm part of an honors class, and I consistently get praises for my sharp wit in English class. So, no, I'm not stupid.
But would a smart person do this?
“This is excellent forgery.”
Virgil swallowed his anxiety as Roman eyed him up and down before a smirk settled on his face. He didn’t realize that the devil could even smile.
“Who are you?” Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
“Virgil- Sawyer,” Virgil replied with a hiccup, extending his hand for Roman to shake but the other didn’t acknowledge it. His smirk became bigger. Virgil lowered his hand, coughing out, “I crave a boon.”
Roman looked at the mirror, then to Patton and Logan who were also eyeing Virgil up and down. Both had a look that Virgil couldn’t decipher but he knew they were judging. “What boon?”
Okay, Virgil, this is your chance. “Let me sit at your table, at lunch. Just on, no talking necessary. If people think that you guys tolerate me, then they’ll leave me alone.” Like the devil’s choir, the three laughed simultaneously. Roman eyed him intently, pearly whites shining as he laughed softly. Virgil couldn’t stop the tint in his cheeks, he wouldn’t let himself be embarrassed again. He added, “But before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes.”
The three paused.
“Do you do prescriptions?” Logan was the one who spoke. Virgil had never noticed how deep and rough Logan’s voice was, like he wasn’t used to talking.
“Not now, Logan.” Roman dismissed him with an annoyed look behind his eyes.
Ah, that’s why. Virgil didn’t bother to mention that he could, indeed, write prescriptions.
Logan sighed but nodded. “Okay”
“You,” Roman said with a taunt and his eyes sparkling with what Virgil could only assume was mischief. “For a ‘nobody’, you’re pretty good looking.”
“Thank you?” Virgil couldn’t deny that it made his heart beat faster. It wasn’t everyday the King of Westerberg High would compliment someone.
Roman smirked. "Doesn’t he have a handsome face?" He asked Patton and Logan.
“He does.” Patton spoke, going towards Virgil and pushing his body to face the mirror. Patton cupped his jaw. “If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I’d have matching halves,” the way it was said was nonchalant; Virgil was slightly afraid of Patton. But all he did was smile brightly at Virgil as he continued, “That’s very important.”
“Though, your sense of fashion is atrocious.” Logan butt in, using his index and thumb to raise a bit of fabric on Virgil’s gray hoodie.
“That can be fixed.” Roman smiled at his reflection in the mirror. “And you know what, Vixen, I think this will be the start of something beautiful.”
Virgil’s cheeks heated at that.
“But before that,” Roman went behind him, pushing Virgil’s hair to the side. He rested his chin on Virgil’s shoulder causing Virgil to tense up. Roman smirked at the reaction, hugging Virgil from behind. “You need some lip gloss, your lips are all chapped.” Roman said with a pout, a hand coming up to swipe at Virgil’s bottom lip. “I would suggest some blush but I think we got that covered.”
Virgil’s lips pierced in a line, his face heating up in a crimson blush.
“A change of clothes also.” Roman continued.
“A- After class?”
The three laughed again.
“Now, silly.” Patton teased like a parent to a child.
September 2, 1989. Dear Diary,
I got grounded for skipping school. But I have cool clothes now.
Virgil walked down the hallway with his anxiety hugging him tightly. Everyone was staring at him like he was the new kid again. But this time, instead of weirded out expressions, everyone had a look of shock and awe. Yesterday, his new friends bought him clothes that made him look posh and clean. His blond hair was actually trimmed and styled well. His face was more visible now with his bangs being shorter. He walked faster than usual, going to the lunch area with excitement for once.
“Hey, guys,” Virgil greeted as he sat down on the lunch table. He was opposite to Roman, beside Patton who smiled at him brightly.
Roman smirked at him, his chin resting on the palm of his hand. “Logan, switch seats with Virgil.”
Logan got up immediately. Virgil was a bit hesitant to move but did so to not keep Logan standing.
“Virgil,” Roman started, putting a hand on Virgil’s back. Virgil tensed up, sitting straight. Roman smiled at that, facing Virgil. “If you want to keep on sitting with us, you have to do one little thing for moi.”
Virgil caught a grin on both Logan and Patton’s faces.
“What is it?”
Roman snapped his fingers. “Paper.”
Logan reached for his pocket and brought a piece of paper out, he handed it to Virgil. “Forge something for us.”
Virgil looked at Logan before looking at Roman.
“Would you mind?”
“No, not really.”
“Good.” Roman’s smile widened. “I need a forgery in Pryce Hudson’s handwriting.”
“If I may ask, for what-?”
“Hi, Honey; I’ve been watching you, thinking about us in the old days. I hope you can come to my homecoming party this weekend. I miss you, Pryce. Oh, put an ‘XO’ after the signature.” Roman said, sensually speaking. Virgil was a bit confused but he wrote it nonetheless.
“What’s this for?”
“Pryce used to hang out with Anton in kindergarten.” Roman said with a disgusted look in his face.
“Real close,” Patton giggled with a suggestive eye roll.
“Too close.” Logan added. “They kissed on the kickball field.”
“Oh my gosh, that’s right! I forgot about that. Pryce kissed Anton.” Patton spoke with a fake cheery smile. “It was disgusting.”
“What’s so wrong with that?” Virgil asked with an awkward chortle.
“Pryce still likes him and Anton’s a nobody,” Roman said in a duh tone. “So I’m planning to divide them. Our family can’t date nobodies.”
He took the note from Virgil as he still tried to process what they said. If that was the case, why were they bringing up the past?
“This is perfect, Virgil, thank you,” Roman praised him. “Pryce!”
Virgil flinched at the shout. He watched as Pryce Hudson walked over at their table. He looked kinda like Roman.
“What cuz?”
Ah, they were cousins.
“Do me a favor and be a good cousin and give this to Anton for me, hm?”
Virgil’s eyes widened. “What? No!”
Pryce looked at his cousin, eyebrow raised. “Since when do you talk to him?” Pryce started to unfold it but Virgil took the note from him. Pryce furrowed his eyebrows. “Give that back, loser.”
“Virgil.” Roman raised an eyebrow at him, waving Pryce away. He did, but not before glaring at Virgil.
“I’m not doing this.” Virgil shook his head. “You may like to ruin other people’s lives but personally, I’m not that apathetic. And I will not have this on my conscience.”
Roman raised an eyebrow. “Are we going to have a problem?”
Virgil flinched. “I didn’t mean-”
“You got the balls to say that to me, hm? We don’t do this everyday, why are you pulling on my dick?”
Roman stood up, grabbing Virgil’s chin in the process.
“Normally, I’d shame you in front of everybody right here, right now. But because I’m nice,” he put emphasis on the word ‘nice.’ “I’ll give you advice, so listen.”
Roman sat on the table, using the heel of his boot to push Virgil. With that, everyone noticed their table even more so than usual.
“If you want to keep being friends with us, you have to roll with us.” Roman smirked. “We’re rich, we’re hot, we’re everything other people are not. Oh, that’s a good one, put it in my slam poetry notebook, Logan.”
“Affirmative.”
“Anyways. If you don’t have the balls, go back to being a nobody.” Roman spoke in a childish manner. “Or, keep up with us and we’ll have you living the life you always wanted to have.”
“And what life may that be?” Virgil wanted to sound harsh but he just sounded unsure.
“A life of luxury.” Logan spoke, standing up and sitting beside Virgil who tensed under the stoic expression but his glasses hid that look of pride.
“A life on a silver platter.” Patton chirped, going to the other side of Virgil and clinging on his arm.
“A life where you have me.” Roman smirked, bending down to Virgil’s level and cupping his jaw. “A life of joy, my dear. So, say goodbye to loser Virgil, and say hello to the brand new version of yourself.”
Virgil stared up at Roman. “Okay.”
“Great!” Roman laughed. “Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn. Forge us an excuse slip, Virgil.”
“Sure but, uh, I have an important test after lunch so I’ll pass.” A lie.
Roman groaned. “Boring! But whatever. See you then, Virgil.” Roman stood up, pulling Virgil up and kissing his cheek before walking out of the lunch area. Logan and Patton followed, saying their respective goodbyes to Virgil.
Virgil stood dumbly as he watched his ‘friends’ leave the lunch area.
“Your first mistake was wearing plum and salmon pink together.” Virgil jumped, turning around to face the table where a boy in a beanie was sitting.
How in the hell did Virgil not hear him?
“Your second mistake was bowing down to the Swatch-dogs and Diet-Cokeheads. They got you wrapped around their fingers.” He continued, leaning back then standing, walking over towards Virgil, brushing shoulders, leaving. “You’ve clearly got a soul. You just need to work harder keeping it clean. We are all born marked for evil.”
“Hey, you can’t just quote Baudelaire at me and walk away.” Virgil grabbed the sleeve of his trench coat. The boy looked over his shoulder to look at Virgil, he was smirking. “I didn’t catch your name.”
Coming again with another title ask, and another title coming from a Skillet song: "Never Surrender"?
Ooh, my boi Virge is feeling angsty again!!
So not /really/ going with the flow of the song, but human au, where Virge’s parents are emotionally abusive, especially once he comes out as poly and gay, and drive him deeper into his anxiety and depression. Soon, in an act of defiance, he runs away to safety with boyfriends, who help him grow past his abuse and depression! They won’t let him give up on life, not when he’s so young!
When looking for engagement rings Patton made it a point that he wanted to go to Jared to look arond. Main reason is now he gets to say “he went to Jared.”
Logan doesn't know the importance of love to humans, the way it makes them feel, the things it makes them dream, and the things that they become anxious about.
Logan doesn't know how to play Sorry. He's never attempted, but the name of the game makes him believe it isn't for him.
Logan doesn't know how Roman comes up with this stuff. Dragon witches? Manticore chimeras? What the hell was he talking about? Logan didn't understand, why couldn't he understand?
Logan doesn't know how Patton works. He doesn't understand his emotions, his puns, his optimism, and in every situation he himself had ever done those things was met with ridicule. He simply didn't want Patton to be a laughingstock. That was it. He wasn't jealous.
Logan doesn't know how to help Virgil when he becomes too anxious. Patton and Roman always seem to excel at it, but Logan can never get it quite right. He'll say the wrong thing, be a little to stiff, a little too literal, and end up making things worse, often met by a disapproving glare from Patton.
Logan doesn't know why a family is so important. He's done the research, read everything he could find about the subject, but he's still confused. He doesn't understand why Roman and Virgil can be bickering and then suddenly be cuddling on the couch. He doesn't know why Patton treats them like his children. He doesn't know why he's been outcasted. Actually, he does. He's too cold, too unfeeling to actually do or say anything that could bring him closer to the others.
Logan doesn't know why he wants them to hug him, to smile at him and tell him gently that everything will be alright. He wants to be able to cry around them, to know that they will be there to comfort him.
But Logan knows why they aren't.
Logan doesn't know why staring at Patton, Roman, and Virgil makes his heart flutter. He doesn't know why there's a pang in his chest whenever they went off to do something together in the Imagination. He doesn't know why his heart skips a beat when Patton smiles at him, or Roman smirks, or Virgil laughs.
But Logan does know a few things.
He knows that the other three are his family. He's simply attempting to join their little circle, but it's so tightly bound that all Logan can do is pull at the outer strings, begging silently to be let in.
He knows that he loves Thomas. Thomas is his host, his reason for existing, and one of the few people to actually listen to him. Thomas's happiness is important to him, but recently, Logan has been less happy at what Thomas has been doing, because Thomas was doing things for Roman. He made things more convenient for the other three all the time, why was he any different?
Logan knows that if he pulls out of game night or movie night, the other three will have a better time. Patton will make more puns, Roman will be louder, and Virgil will be more expressive. It's not like he's been eavesdropping.
Logan knows that his interests keep the others from doing what they love, but doesn't Logan deserve a little something once in a while. He was like a dog that never got a treat for his tricks, instead a brief embrace and a pat on the head, while he watched the other dogs receive treats that he believed he had earned.
Logan knows that his interests are strange and illogical, but he loves them all the same.
Logan knows that he isn't in the picture on his desk, but he doesn't mind. He knows that that's Deceit, fooling the others again, but he doesn't care. It isn't as if he's alone, he has his work and his schedules and his- oh who was he kidding, he was unbearably alone.
Logan knew that he was utterly, completely, alone.
