Roman looked at Deceit with the most love-stricken look in his eyes, his hands cupping his face, a thumb brushing over smooth scales. They stared at each other for a moment before Roman simply said, “Hi.”
Deceit started laughing, bringing a hand up to his mouth and giggling uncharacteristically.
“What?” Roman asked, a giggle bubbling up from him as well.
Deceit simply shook his head and continued to laugh, resting his head on the princes’ shoulder as the melodious sound of his happiness echoed around the room. “You’re such a dork,” he whispered, pecking Roman’s and wrapping his arms around him.
There was a soft smile on his face as he brushed hair out of the way of Roman’s face, the latter leaning into the hand that came to rest on his cheek.
They swayed gently in the middle of the room, silence falling between them - but it wasn’t awkward, it was peaceful. Deceit rested his head on Roman’s shoulder and the prince rested his on the serpent’s head.
An overwhelming amount of love and affection crashed into him and Roman shuddered, leaning down to press a kiss to Deceit’s jaw before hiding his face into the other’s neck.
“I love you,” he said quietly, sounding shy.
Deceit chuckled and kissed the side of his head. “I love you too my prince.”
Roman moved from his spot again, his cheeks red. He hesitated, to which Deceit tilted his head in response. “Yes?”
“Kiss me?”
With a fond eye-roll, Deceit obliged, pressing his lips to Roman’s gently, his gloved-fingers scratching lightly at the prince’s back.
Roman, being the extra individual he was, secured his arms around Deceit and turned, dipping him, to the latter’s surprise. He clung tightly to Roman, earning a laugh in return and a chaste kiss.
Deceit’s hat fell off his head and he laughed too, kissing Roman again.
Then, everything went bright.
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When Deceit, no, Roman woke up, he felt dazed. He didn’t even know he had fallen asleep. Where was Roman? No, Deceit? Deceit or Roman? He looked down at himself, from what Roman - Deceit! - had been wearing.
He had a fluffy cravat tied around his neck and a wide collar. His sleeves were rather poofy and his boots went up past his knees. He also had a cape, but not like Deceit’s - his? - one that stretched all the way down to the floor.
Suddenly one - both? - of them gasped.
They stumbled to the mirror, quickly putting themselves into view.
“Oh,” they said.
“Wow,” they responded in turn.
“What happened?” they asked.