Rosleep - Graveyard
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"Shh, c'mon," Remy whispered, tugging Roman down the path as quickly and quietly as possible.
"What are we doing?" Roman hissed back. "And why can't we do it inside, instead of outside in the dark on Halloween of all nights."
Remy squeezed Roman's hand. "You'll see!" He sang.
"Are we almost there?"
"Yup! In fact..." Remy paused speaking for a moment, before he stopped in his tracks, gesturing for Roman to do so, too. "We're here!"
Roman squinted into the darkness, and when he suddenly realised where they were, he turned to his boyfriend with widened eyes.
Remy was grinning, half excited and half mischievous. That look was often exciting for Roman, promising new and interesting and very, very fun things. But, right now, it just made him nervous.
"Remy," Roman said slowly. "Why are we at a graveyard, in the middle of the night on Halloween."
"For selfies!"
Roman blinked, before leaning forward and hissing.
"Selfies?"
Remy nodded. "Yup! Midnight selfies in a graveyard. I'm gonna get so many likes."
Roman sighed. "Probably."
"Right? This is gonna be so cool!"
Remy then took his first step into the graveyard, dragging his mostly-unwilling boyfriend along with him. As soom as Roman passed through the gates, a gust of wind blew over him, like icy fingers dancing all over his skin.
He shivered. "Oh, stars above. This is a very bad idea."
"I think you mean an amazing idea."
"You know, usually I would agree with you, that you have some very excellent ideas, but this one does not excite me."
"Aww," Remy cooed. "Are you chicken?"
Roman let out an exaggerated gasp, placing his free hand over his heart.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Remy teased. "Chicken!"
Roman leant in, narrowing his eyes at his boyfriend, and getting close enough that he could almost kiss him, if he so desired.
"I can tell that you are baiting me, and it shall not work."
"So, you are chicken, then," Remy decided, before reaching up and cupping Roman's cheek with his free hand. "Baby, we can go home if you want to."
Roman paused.
Then, he sighed.
"Okay, fine, we can stay."
"Yay!"










