#pracsagium

[macabresides-blog]

@pracsagium | starter call

while it's not common for virgil to find the others in his room, it isn't exactly rare, either. anxiety is treated to a pleasant surprise, as remus is seated on the edge of his bed, filing his nails with what looks like a knife. rather typical of him. upon seeing virgil, however, his eyes light up with unhinged delight, and the knife is quickly and carelessly discarded -- tossed onto the bed.

" thought i might catch you in here! it's been a hot minute, screamo. how's it going? "

[crowncreativity]

@pracsagium | from here bc god knows i’m gonna turn this into a thread

roman awakes with a strangled yell lodged in his throat, deathly pale and shaking violently. he stares off at virgil choking on his own blood nothing, his eyes glassy and gaze distant. he isn't even aware that virgil is awake and talking to him until he feels hands on him, and even then he flinches away before realizing it's just virgil -- it's virgil, and he chokes back a relieved sob as he clings to virgil's hands, fingers ghosting over them -- he runs his thumb over the two rightmost fingers over and over again as if to be sure they're still there.

his chest heaves unevenly as he scans virgil up and down for any signs of injury -- there's no blood dripping from his mouth and down his chin, there's no stab wounds in his arms or hands, he's okay.

roman is still trembling, clutching virgil's hands like a lifeline, that awful grin and maniacal laughter burned in the back of his mind. " i'm -- i'm sorry, " he rasps, not meeting virgil's gaze, " for waking you. "

[lukas-musings]

Hello! I can't recall if I sent in this request earlier or not, so if so, my deepest apologies - could I possibly get an aesthetic for Virgil Sanders from the Thomas Sanders YouTube series "Sanders Sides"? If not, that's okay, and thank you in advance!

Done and done! I’m a huge fan of the Sanders Sides series, so I was honestly excited to do this one! Thank you so much! 

And never apologize dear- tumblr freaks out with asks so often, if something gets sent twice, it happens❤︎ Thank you so very much for this ask, and I hope you have an absolutely amazing day! 

[macabresides-blog]

@pracsagium​ | because who doesn’t love some angst?

roman's body is unmoving, limp against virgil's hands, and remus just grins, watching virgil's reactions with a sick eagerness in his gaze. there's the twisted expression of a tiger just before it pounces, and the glee and satisfaction in remus' eyes makes it obvious he's enjoying this. the blood spattered across his face and his clothes only makes his smile more unhinged, his glittering eyes menacing and cold and cruel.

the darkness of the imagination is suffocating.

" anything? " there's a mocking, mean lilt to remus' voice as he stares down at virgil.

the inky black around them has lightened -- just barely enough to be noticeable. the dark, dark grey around them shifts, the distant, muffled sound of roman's forests coming into earshot, distorted and quiet, but there, ever so slightly.

" but if he's gone, " remus starts with a sly smile, pacing in a wide circle around virgil, " then i get all of the powers. creativity becomes whole again. "

the center of roman's tunic is stained red, the gash in his chest messy and awful, the blood that had been flowing out of it noticeably slower. his hair is slick with sweat and blood, his face splattered with red. his eyes stay closed.

roman does not move.

[macabresides-blog]

@pracsagium​ | from here

a forked tongue flicks out for half a second, and virgil's lie hangs heavy in the air. deceit can practically smell the dishonesty, and he quirks an unamused eyebrow, slitted pupils staring virgil down. " nowhere, hm? "

his gaze flicks to the hand virgil has on the doorknob, and any doubt he had disappears. " i see. well, it certainly doesn't seem like nowhere, anxiety. "

deceit steps closer, tilting his head. " you're well aware of why we stay here. the others would just love you, " he sneers. even patton was rather frosty towards the lot of them, and he was the nice one! deceit frowned. " it's almost like you don't appreciate the safety i'm providing you. you can do your job just fine from here. "

[crowncreativity]

@pracsagium | from here

" i slept. it's fine, virge, " roman lies, " go back to sleep. "

virgil needs to rest -- roman's pulled his fair share of all-nighters, it's nothing new to him. he can stay awake and guard his dark prince for as long as he needs to. not that he really needs to -- his room vehemently rejects remus, hates him, will do anything it can to force remus out. so the chances of remus even risking it to try and get to them are very low.

of course, it is possible that he'll try it. which is why roman hasn't slept at all. he can nap later, when virgil's well-rested and patton and logan are around to keep them safe.

he suppresses a yawn, carding a careful hand through virgil's hair,

[macabresides-blog]

@pracsagium | from here

remus doesn't grin, despite the satisfaction he gets from watching virgil squirm. he does allow himself a moment of awful, cruel joy as virgil rushes off towards the bathroom, before collecting himself and trailing after anxiety.

remus stands beside virgil, one hand gently carding through his hair as he retches, hunched over the toilet, and remus croons, " oh, virge. "

the sympathy is so, so fake, but it's just about the only sympathy virgil has ever known. remus continues to gently but firmly and coldly run his fingers through virgil's hair. he could so easily grab it and yank virgil backwards. he doesn't, but the thought is tempting. he keeps up the gentle, soft facade. " take it easy, buddy. n' don't get anything on the floor! dee wouldn't like that. "

[crowncreativity]

@pracsagium | from here bc sometimes u need the Soft

roman smiles, reaching up to card a hand through virgil's hair. his work has been abandoned on his desk, and now the two sides are curled up on roman's bed, but virgil is always a welcome distraction. they haven't exactly... established what they are, really, but roman knows they're not just friends. it's painfully difficult to ignore the instinct telling him to pepper virgil's face in kisses.

this is the problem with being the romantic side.

he grins. " ah, alright. that's not quite what i meant, though. "