The Storm That's Brewing
Summary: they're... not in the alleyway anymore?? whoop
Warnings: kind of not really an argument?
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Chapter 8- Let's Go To The Beach
Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw sand. Sand. Sand. Sand. And water. The beach? How were they at the beach? And it was light... Morning? What was going on? And where was Roman? Had he hit him?
"You shoot lightning?" Roman exclaimed from behind him.
Virgil sat up and turned to Roman, who was still standing,
"You can teleport?" He retorted.
"Yeah!" Roman shouted.
"Yeah!" Virgil shouted back.
"Fine!" They shouted in unison.
Virgil looked around at the beach again. Luckily there was nobody around, "Anyway, where even are we? And what happened?"
Roman deflated, and sunk to he floor next to Virgil, "I don't know and I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know? You brought us here! And you covered my eyes so I don't know what happened back there!"
Roman looked around, "Okay I think I know where we are but you will not like my answer."
"How do you know I won't like it? Where are we?" Virgil demanded.
"I know you won't like it because you don't like anything, Incredible Sulk and," He ran a hand through his hair, "We're in Spain."
Virgil scrambled to his feet like he was stood in lava, "Spain? As in Spain Spain?"
"Yes."
"Like Europe's Spain?"
"Yes."
Spain. Virgil collapsed back onto the sand, "So you can teleport."
"Yes."
"So you can teleport us anywhere-- say, for example, our apartment-- and you choose Spain."
"Well I didn't really choose Spain," He said cautiously, "I just kind of panicked. But there are worse places we could be?"
Spain. Europe. Virgil had always wanted to go. Maybe a nice holiday in a few years. Not like this.
Virgil ran his hand through the sand, "Mhm."
"I should be able to return us home in the morning, once I have regained my energy."
Virgil squinted up at the sun, hanging low in the morning sky.
Roman clarified, "Our timezone's morning."
Virgil nodded slowly.
A cold breeze whipped across the beach. A harsh reminder that winter was coming.
"You're shivering," Roman yawned, "We should get inside."
Virgil lifted his hand to confirm that he was, in fact, shivering; although he wasn't sure if it was caused by the cold, shock or just anxiety, "Inside where?"
Cautiously, Roman stood, swaying slightly. He attempted to gather his bearings. In the distance he saw the spire of the town's chapel, meaning there should be a beach house only a minute or so away. His teleportation accuracy wasn't too bad. Not great but not too bad.
"There's a beach house like one minute away; we can stay there."
"Okay," Virgil said, making no attempt to stand.
Roman stood awkwardly for a few seconds. Cautiously, he offered Virgil a hand up.
Virgil accepted the offer without a thought and followed Roman as they began to walk down the beach.
Virgil stared at his feet throughout the short walk, dragging them slightly through the sand. Roman and he walked close, occasionally bumping into one another, but they walked in silence. Virgil didn't know whether the silence was comfortable or uncomfortable; he sure felt uncomfortable but when didn't he?
Roman broke the silence first, "It was much closer than I had expected. My navigational skills truly are sublime."
"Yeah so great that we're in Spain." Virgil mumbled.
Roman huffed, but didn't argue. Out of his pocket, he produced a key which he used to unlock the door to a large, wooden beach house with wide windows. Virgil couldn't see inside the house as the curtains were drawn, but he could tell just from the exterior that the place was expensive. Was it Roman's? Did he carry that key in his pocket all the time? Did they have WiFi? Stupid question, of course they had WiFi. Still, that didn't calm his nerves.
Roman pushed open the door and stumbled in, his usual grace replaced with obvious fatigue.
Roman gestured lazily around the house as he walked through, "Living room- TV is in Spanish. Kitchen- help yourself. Bathroom." Virgil barely had time to take it all in at the pace Roman was going. He gestured to the final two doors in a corridor they'd entered, "My room. Your room. WiFi password is 'Pinnochio'. Help yourself to whatever, seriously. Goodnight." Roman disappeared into his room.
Virgil heard as Roman immediately flopped onto his bed. He opened his own door and ventured into 'his' room. It was clearly a guest room- minimalistic and decorated with very simple blues and grays. Virgil carefully removed his shoes and lay on the bed. He reached into his pocket for his phone. It wasn't there.
Virgil jolted up into a sitting position, "Shit." He checked again. And again. The checked all his other pockets, twice. It definitely wasn't there. Of course it wasn't, he thought, there were so many opportunities he could've lost it. It could be halfway across the world, or buried in sand. Virgil knew his breathing was becoming erratic and looked around frantically for anything with a steady beat to count with. Aha! There was a clock on the wall.
Virgil closed his eyes and listened for the sounds of ticking. They were faint, but present. In for seven ticks. Hold for six ticks. Out for four ticks.
After many ticks, probably several minutes, Virgil's logical thinking came back well enough for him to think productively.
He had a few options: he could go to sleep, because that panick attack had really tired him out, and deal with everything later; he could go search for his phone in an unfamiliar country with no sure way to contact anyone if something went wrong, or risk getting locked out of the house, or he could go wake up Roman.
Virgil was leaning heavily towards the 'go to sleep' option until he thought of his brother. It had been a passing 'what would Patton want me to do?' thought, but it had spurred on a whole string of tangled, non-sensical thoughts. At first he'd been mad that he hadn't thought about messaging his brother straight away. If he'd not arrived at home without saying anything, Patton would be worried sick. That was the last thing Virgil wanted. The thoughts spiralled further from there. He imagined scenarios of Patton in the morning, stressed out of his mind, running frantically around town, getting injured, getting lost... He was wasting time. The clock told him he'd been there an hour. It had only felt like twenty (hell-ish) minutes. Did he blame his anxiety or ADHD for that time jump? Both liked to speed up time and making him feel like he'd missed time. Together they made hell of time management.
Either way, the longer he waited, the higher the chance Patton would worry. That thought prompted him to get off of the bed and leave his room. But where was he going?
Virgil stood in the hallway. Opposite him was Roman's room. He could knock, wake Roman up and borrow his phone. Of course, he'd be disturbing him. And he had been so tired after teleporting them across the globe- God, Virgil still hadn't let that fully sink in- and it felt wrong waking him up after that. Surely he'd be mad. But what was the alternative? Search the beach alone? If it was easy to spot, it surely would've been stolen by now, and if it was buried under the sand who know if Virgil could find it or if it even still worked. Which direction had they even come from?
What would Patton want him to do? What would Patton want him to do?
He closed his eyes and knocked quietly on Roman's door. No response.
He knocked again, louder. This time, Roman sleepily called out, "Yeah?" and then, when Virgil said nothing, added "Come in." Virgil obliged.
Roman's room had the same basic layout as Virgil's, but bore bright reds and accents of gold, rather than the muted colours. Light streamed through a window, showing carefully placed Disney and musical posters plastered the wall above Roman's bed, occasionally accompanied with polaroids, though they were scarce. Not many other personal items seemed to live in the room, other than a couple of books on a mainly empty bookshelf. Logan wouldn't approve.
Roman still lay, mostly asleep, on his back despite Virgil being in the room. Virgil briefly wondered whether he'd imagined Roman telling him to come in, until Roman rolled onto his side and asked, "What's up?"
Virgil shuffled closer towards the bed. "Uh, well, I lost my phone at some point and I, I should really text Patton so he doesn't get worried about me. Could I borrow your phone please?"
Roman remained silent for a few seconds. He may have fallen back asleep, or his mind may be taking a little longer than usual to process everything Virgil had sputtered out, but he eventually held his hand out and... The air grew cold. Virgil's phone appeared in Roman's hand.
Virgil took a step back. He was sure the phone had appeared out of nothing. "How did you-"
"I'll explain later." Roman promised. Very tired."
"Right. Sorry." Virgil said, shifting towards the door. "Goodnight."
Roman yawned, "Phone." and waved his hand around a bit. Virgil mentally slapped himself. His forgetfulness and idiocy was genuinely impressive.
He took the phone from Roman and whispered "Thank you."
Roman grasped his hand as he pulled away. His grip was gentle, but Virgil still flinched at the unexpected contact.
Roman propped himself up lazily with his spare arm and squinted up at Virgil. "Try get some sleep. You look dead. Wear my spare pajamas. Top drawer next to the door."
"It's fine I-"
"Just do it, Barry Grouch, you'll look adorable. And could you close the curtains please?"
Virgil didn't argue. He only just managed to splutter out a quiet "Sure." as he drew the heavy Res curtains shut. He awkwardly grabbed a gray shirt and some black pajama pants from Roman's drawer and finally left the room.
" 'Night." Roman quietly shouted to Virgil after he closed the door. Virgil leaned against the hallway wall and whispered "Goodnight." back. His cheeks burned and his head spun. What had just happened?
He traipsed thoughtlessly back into his room and messaged a quick excuse to Patton, explaining how they'd run into one of Virgil's work friends and crashed at his place, and that Patton didn't need to worry. The phone was low battery, but he didn't care enough to look around for a charger, so Virgil simply texted Patton again saying that he should text Roman if he needed to talk to one of them. Then he switched it off and placed it on the nightstand.
Feeling rather rattled and out of place, but predominantly tired, the small adult changed into his borrowed pajamas. He smelt a faint fragrance of Roman's spray, and those rose candles he always burned. The soft clothes hung off of his slim figure. They weren't actually too much bigger than Virgil's usual pajamas, but his were a size too big anyway. He liked loose fitting clothes more than anything else.
Virgil drew his own curtains shut and slipped under the covers of the bed. Unlike any other night that month, he fell quickly into dreamless sleep.
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Taglist- Imagine
Chapter 1:
Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality (probs more I haven't planned yet lol) Warnings: None? Tell me if there are some I didn't think of Note: Thi
Chapter 7:
Summary: Pat & Lo leave restaurant early to take Roman Warnings: restaurant, someone's a bit ill, dark alley (but not for long dw) (first, p
Chapter 9:
Summary: morning in Spain, breakfast Warnings: food/eating (first, previous and next chapter links at end) ---------- Chapter 9- A Morning