Parings: Platonic Prinxiety {?}
Characters: Virgil Sanders, Roman Sanders
Chapter warnings: Silence; darkness; lost; I still don’t think there are many triggers
Word Count: 692 {Yep; still pretty short}
Summary:
This may probably be the weirdest dream ever...
A/N: I’m honestly not as happy with this chapter compared to the last one but hopefully you guys enjoy it!
Virgil’s head throbbed. It felt like he was ran over a couple of trucks full of elephants. He sat up the best he could, hoping that the headache would go down. A shadowy darkness surrounded him, but it wasn’t his shadowy darkness. His instincts kicked in and he bolted upwards.
Where was he? How he get here? Panic started rising inside of him. It was overwhelming. ‘No no no no no no no! Relax! Everything is fine! Everything is fine!’ He started using his breathing techniques. He felt his pulse go down as he calmed himself.
He heard a groan in the distance. “Oooowwww!”
‘Oh great, I’m stuck with him.’ Virgil thought to himself. Virgil stood up and walked towards the sound of Roman’s whining. The sound of Roman being wimpy died down and Virgil stopped in his tracks.
“Roman! Where are you!?” He shouted into the void and waited for an answer; but nothing came. He sighed. “Roman’s ideas suck and he’s too weak to even fight a baby Dragon Witch!”
“What was that you emo nightmare?! I don’t see you helping out Thomas on a day to day basis!” There was a pause; “Actually, I can’t see you at all. Where the in the heckity heck are you?”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but keep talking.” Virgil took off towards the direction of his voice.
“Well, I might as well recite my new ‘material’ to you. It’s a detective story; I think Logan would like it. Ahem; It's been raining for weeks now, with no signs of letting up. The humidity is terrible. I mean, it messed up my hair! For crying out loud! I spent like an hour or something doing it, making it perfect! I swea-!”
Virgil interrupted; “I get it Roman! You don’t like the humidity! You know you don’t have to be so drama-.” Virgil tripped and started to fall face forward until an arm quickly wrapped around him and pulled him back up to standing position; “-tic.”
“I believe a ‘thank you’ is in order?” Roman said, smugly.
Virgil’s face burned as he noticed Roman’s arm was still around him. “Get your arm off me. Now.”
“Oh come on, sourpus! I know you love me.”
“You want to know what I’d love?”
“Sure.”
“I’d love for you to get your arm off of me right now!”
Roman smiled and pulled him into a hug. “Like this?”
Virgil squirmed and let out a hiss until he sunk out of Roman’s grip. Virgil continued to glare at the prince once free. Roman smiled; he loved torturing the anxious side like this.
“You know, I regret trying to find you.” Virgil muttered. He started walking in a certain direction. Roman run after him, fearing that Virgil was angry enough to abandon him. They were both quiet as they walked towards seemingly nowhere. Roman looked over to see a very angry yet determined Virgil, who didn’t return eye contact.
‘Maybe I went too far….’ Roman thought. There was a reason that Virgil stayed in solitude. Nobody really knew what that reason was, though.
“Something tells me that Deceit is behind all this.” Virgil stated, finally ending the awkward silence. Now that he thought of it, his boots made no sound on the floor, or whatever they were standing on.
Roman stopped in his tracks; confound. His boots made no sound.
Virgil noticed Roman stop. “Roman? What’s wrong?”
“They make no sound…” Roman mumbled softly, so soft that Virgil barely heard him.
“Are you okay? Maybe you hit your head harder than I thought.” Virgil sounded concerned. He approached Roman as if he was going to attack him as soon as he got close enough.
“No! Just listen!” Roman stamped his boot on the ground; “See no sound! Maybe this is just some weird dream that me and you got stuck in together!”
Virgil stood, confused. Roman was right, there was no sound. Why was there no sound? Was it a dream? If it was, then this is a really weird dream. Virgil stared at Roman. Something’s going on; and who knows how much time they may have left.
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I have noticing how much I have grown from a young basketball player into a Garden Warfare player and by the way, PVZ Garden Warfare is a cool and addicting first person sharp-shooting game. Only 1 hour and 30 minutes were being wasted of playing this kind of stuff every day ,but I kept on thinking about my dream. The dream in the future of becoming a pilot, the best ace ever, was not yet been ruin by my present actions but it can by too much play time so I prevent myself sometimes to go online and sleep instead because it can waste my time and my mind.
i distinctly remember that one time, i was visiting my family in waterford. my aunt and uncle own this rather large piece of land in the area. (technically, the entire neighborhood was owned by my great grandmother, so it makes sense that most of us live there and my oldest uncle owns the largest portion of land, still)
but, i was at their house, and my uncle convinced me to go with him on a 4-wheeler through the forest, to a clearing. and in the clearing was a little white house, and my great-aunt was there. but i haven't been back there, since.
so i was just on google maps, and i went to my uncle's house, and started scanning through the area, trying to find it. i found the clearing in the forest, but.. not the house. there's no sign that there was ever a house in that clearing.
i'm so confused. i'm starting to wonder if it was a dream, or if i made up that moment of my childhood.
