Prompt: Prinxiety, with a fae roman trying to get virgils name (because he has feelings for virgil and wants him to stay with him)? By @unicornofdarknessstuff
The first time Virgil stepped into a fairy circle carrying a big jar of local honey, he had his reasons. In retrospect, they weren't reason enough to jump straight to seeking help from the supernatural, but in his defence he thought the encounter would go more like an episode of BuzzFeed Unsolved than what actually went down.
"Really? Honey?" Someone asked soon after Virgil arrived at the site of the fairy circle. It was still daylight and Virgil had been preparing for at least a couple of silent hours of shooting down his nerves.
"Ya, what's it to you?" Virgil retorted at be unexpected spectator, "you gonna offer expensive gold or something?"
"No," the stranger said lightly. There was a pause in which Virgil picked at his hoodie sleeves nervously and the man observed him in silence. "I'm Roman, by the way. You are?"
"I'm-- not gonna tell you my name. Because I don't have to."
"Come now, surly temper. Surely *someone* has taught you manners?"
"Look, are you going to summon the fairies or what? If you're just here to bother me, piss off."
"Oh, no," Roman stepped back with a wide gesture of 'go ahead'. He wore jeans, a red shirt, and a blindingly white jacket. He looked like a road sign.
Virgil stared at him with a scowl.
"You're making fun of me," he bit out through clenched teeth. "For your information, I don't believe in that bull either."
"Then why are you here, tall, dark, and brooding," Roman asked with an enigmatic smile.
"Stop it with the nicknames."
"Well, what else am I supposed to call you, pale Piper?"
"Shut up. Can't you just, like, move along?"
Roman sighed dramatically but ultimately, after a few more failed attempts to spin a conversation, he walked away. Good. Now all Virgil had to do was step into this fairy circle with his offering, wait five minutes, then go home vindicated. Easy peasy.
Except the moment he stepped past the threshold of the circle, something did happen, to Virgil's unending chargin. A flash of light appeared - and Roman, the stranger from before, stepped out. This time he was wearing a silky outfit embroidered with gold and accented with red. His hair shimmered and his face glowed in supernatural light.
Virgil turned tail and ran.
