Having gone through my Rainy Day Prompt-asks (from forever ago) and seeing these two asks I... lowkey combined them. Iâm sure neither of them are being interpreted as intended at all but I had an Idea:
Which turned into an au as I was drawing it because of course it did.
Basic idea went like this: Roman is an Oldtimey ghost, and to boot, one of those extra-creepy child-ghosts, so most people ya know... run. And thatâs if they actually see him. Because most people do not.
Remus is a modern kid of a family who moved in either nearby/into Romanâs usual haunting grounds and... for some reason, can see the ghost, and isnât afraid of him one singular bit. Actually, heâs a little bit of a brazen brat, but hey, beggars canât be choosers, and Remus actually genuinely hangs out with Roman and they become friends. All the adults think Remus has imagined himself a... lowkey creepy, as expected with Remus- imaginary friend. ...probably because the kid is exceptionally bad at making living friends. Not that Remus cares.
Anyway I can not afford to make myself another official au so I welcome people to take it as a prompt if they so wish.
Other thoughts/ideas under the cut:
Remus pesters Roman a lot about how he died, and Roman gives him wildly different stories every time.Â
Remus actually almost died once himself in an accident and gave himself a concussion so hard it turned his hair white from the trauma to his skull
lowkey wanna make it that Roman saved him and that linked them- Remus doesnât remember it though.
Remus has a variation of Frozenâs Reindeer are Better than People, but Ghost Edition
Remus made his outfit himself out of various costumes. He wears it constantly.
Roman can possess Remus. They found it out by accident. Remus thinks itâs hilarious. Roman thinks Remus needs to wash more often.
Roman was definitely a prince
When Remus is asleep, Roman pretends to sleep next to him, because Remus started waking up and trying to find him when Roman left the room.
Roman goes with Remus to school, and they help each other learn and work on homework. Remus totally once convinced Roman to possess him during a test.
As Remus grows up, for some weird reason, Roman starts to grow up too.
Roman also gets stronger ghost-y abilities as he grows. Eventually, heâs able to make himself visible to anybody, if he wants to. He rarely does because it usually scares people.
I might have to make this an official au... (I really shouldnât though. I do not have the time to do another au....)
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hi I doodle these two getting into shenanigans pretty much all the time & figured I should actually finish something lmao
So these two canât actually have a proper conversation, since Virgil canât hear Roman ((hence the black background for Roâs text, which is what Iâll be using for ghosts when theyâre speaking but not making themselves heard)), but Roman can interact with objects, so they write back & forth on a little notepad.
Yâknow how some people think kids can see ghosts? Iâve decided thatâs a thing for this AU. So Virgil moved into this house @ 9 years old ((I should probably post the timeline, huh?)), & could see the twins & Janus, & instead of being terrified like a normal child, Virgil was just like â..Iâm basically Ruby Gloom!!!!!â & decided they were all his friends. I have doodled.. many many comics of Remus & kid!Virgil. Iâll probably redo a few of them digitally & post them at some point.
I wrote some text on the notepad, but itâs pretty small, so hereâs a transcription:
Hey Ro
Greetings, Virgil! *doodle of Roman waving hi, heâs wearing a crown*
Do you actually even wear a crown. Or is this lies & deceit
Patton walked through the schoolâs halls, feeling stares follow him and stick to the white cast wrapped around his forearm. Logan and Janus walked on either side of him and threw glares at anyone that dared lingered too long. But Patton felt their eyes on his back as they walked away.
âDid you hear what they told the police?â
âJust ignore them,â Janus hissed in Pattonâs ear. Their hand was gripping Pattonâs hand tightly and their words were brimming with confidence, sure that every word that they said was true. âThey are mindless sheep and if they knew what we did, theyâd be running through the streets in panic. Just ignore what they say.â
How could Patton possibly ignore them? When what they were accusing him was so terrible, so awful, that it made Patton want to cry?
âI heard that they claimed that Virgil didnât actually die. They said that he was taken instead.â
Loganâs hand was like a vice on his shoulder, grounding Patton to reality, a reality that was so hard to understand lately. âThey will eat their words soon enough,â he muttered, a hard steely glint in his eyes. âAfter we bring your brother back, he will tell them exactly what happened and theyâll see that we never lied.
Patton managed a short nod, glancing out a nearby window and looking at the old mansion that stood on the highest hill in town, looming over everything. Even as far away as Patton was, he had the feeling that he was watched. Though, it couldâve just been the hateful stares coming from the other students. Not that Patton could blame them. Virgil was such a sweetheart, it was hard not to love him.
âTaken? By who?â
âWeâll sneak back out there tonight,â Janus muttered, pausing by their locker and shoving their bag in. âWe know what weâre doing this time. What to bring and what to say. It was a mistake bringing Virgil and you last time but we know that now and we know how to save him.â
âThe ghosts of the Prince Brothers who used to live in that house. Now thatâs rich. Even if there really were ghosts in that mansion, why would they want anything to do with the Heart Brothers?â
Patton swallowed and asked, pulling on the strings of his brotherâs abandoned hoodie with his good hand, âI still donât understand why they took him and not both of us. I mean...â He trailed off and gripped the strings tight, pressing his injured arm close to his chest.Â
Logan adjusted his glasses, giving Patton a look mixed with sadness and relief. âThey tried, Patton. I suspect that it hadnât tripped back and broke that old stairsâ railing than you wouldâve been taken right alongside your brother.â
âYou donât know!? Dude, Patton and Virgilâs great-great-grandfather were one of the Prince Brothers! They changed their name since them but their family used to live on that hill!â
âOh,â Patton whispered lamely. He stared down at his cast and cringed as he remembered falling from the second floor of a mansion where he and his brother had once played and the face that had stared down at him with bright glowing red eyes. âI-Iâm still surprised that the railing broke so easily. That old house has really gone downhill, hasnât it?â
Somehow, Patton didnât think that it was just time that had broken down his old home.
âSeriously!? Dude, thatâs wild! Patton and Virgil were related to - damn! But still, why would they go for Virgil? I mean, if theyâre really related to the Princes, why would they try to, I donât know, kill them or whatever?â
Janus scowled, glaring out the window at the mansion. âIt doesnât matter how downhill it is,â they said darkly. âAfter we get Virgil back from them, weâre burning that fucking mansion to the ground. It shouldâve been burnt to the house years ago.â
âI can agree to that,â Logan muttered. âThe better solution would be burning whatever is tying them to this world but I suppose weâll just burn the entire house instead. Hopefully, that will fix everything.â
âBut what if it doesnât,â Patton asked softly, hands shaking hard. His arm throbbed his uninjured hand gripped the injured one, trying to stop the trembles. âWhat if, what if whateverâs tying them here isnât in the house? What if it just makes them angry?â
âHell if I know, dude. Besides, does it matter? Itâs not like any of this matters. Patton Heart is a dirty liar and a brother killer on top of that. This ghost bullshit is just that.â
Janus clenched their fists tightly and spat out, âThen weâll find whatever the hell it is and burn that too. Weâll do whatever it fucking takes. I donât care what their reasons are for trying to take you two. Youâre here and itâs not up to them whether or not that continues or not.â
âBut I-â Patton cut himself off, his jaw clicking with how quickly he closed his mouth.
âWell, obviously. Iâm just wondering what the liarâs reasoning is for the âghostsâ taking his brother. I mean, what, did Patton just say the ghosts were just trying to kill them or something?â
There was a pause where Janus and Logan stared at him. âBut what Patton,â Logan asked gently. âWhat is it?â
Patton hesitated before saying softly, âI donât think they wanted to kill us. The one who tried to grab me looked so scared when I fell and they were wailing and... The one with the green eyes was beaming when he grabbed Virgil was sunk into the floor. He was babbling about how he was so happy to have family back in the house and how angry he was when our Mum made our Dad move us away. I think... they just wanted their family back.â
âNo. He said that the ghosts just wanted their family back.â
âWell, the ghosts canât force you or Virgil to stay with them,â Janus said firmly. They placed their hand gently on Pattonâs cast, their fingers brushing against the sling. âWe got you out and tonight, weâll get Virgil out. I promise.â
âWhat a weak ass excuse. Like ghosts care about their families after they die.â
Patton nodded firmly, trying to ignore how the ghosts with red eyes had called him âGrandsonâ and pleaded with him not to leave when Patton had run away. âRight. Weâll get him back.â
day five bringing us some bittersweet love, and my first attempt to write Virgil.Â
ships: prinxiety
tw: death and gore ment.Â
The lights of the old theater hum and flicker as they turn on, testament to how long ago they probably should have been replaced. Virgil huffs a laugh to himself as he walks towards the stage. The ghost lamp is still sitting there, which he flicks off in a moment. Itâs not as if it actually does anything, on or off, but it's a habit at this point. He stands there for a moment, waiting to see if anything, or anyone, would appear, then turns towards the wings.Â
âYouâre so late today, Iâd begun to worry youâd crossed over to my side without consulting me,â a voice calls from behind him. He kills the smile that begins to form as he turns around. Standing with his arms crossed is Roman, the utter asshole Virgil had somehow befriended during his long nights working at the theater. His brown hair was carefully unkempt as always, his white costume perfect except for the ugly stain of blood, still a bright red, across the center of his chest along where the gash that killed him sits.Â
Oh yeah, Roman is a ghost. Virgil has a whole sixth sense, âI see dead peopleâ thing going on. Another reason he doesnât get along well with people.Â
âWhat makes you think Iâd have time to consult you before I died? Itâs generally not a choice, as youâre well aware,â Virgil responds. Roman throws his head back in a hearty laugh that from anyone else, Virgil would be sure is completely fake. But no, Roman is just like that.Â
âFair enough, my knight in gloomy armor,â Roman says. âWhat are we working on today?â
âWe arenât working on anything. Iâm doing a double check on the stage props, making sure nothingâs missing. We havenât got that long until opening night,â Virgil says, throwing the response over his shoulder as he heads further into the wings. Roman, predictably, is not far behind him.Â
âIs that so? How long exactly is there?â Roman asks.Â
âTwo weeks. Opening night is the twenty-seventh, today is the thirteenth,â Virgil calls back absently, making his way through the mess of a backstage heâs been left with. He doesnât notice how Roman trails behind slightly at the comment.Â
The rest of the night goes surprisingly well. Thereâs nothing incredibly important missing, none of the stage props have massive portions of them that are damaged or unfinished, and most of the hand props are also complete and unbroken. Virgil walks through everything once more to double check, and then heads to the stage managerâs podium to make sure that they have the lighting cues noted. Through the whole night, he notices that Roman is being oddly quiet. Certainly not silent, but he trails off at times, or starts rambling on about stories heâs already told, which he usually never does. They make their way back to the stage, and when Roman lets out another forlorn sigh, Virgil stops in his tracks.Â
âAlright, whatâs up with you tonight dude? Youâre acting all,â Virgil flails his arms, gesturing at Romanâs bent posture, âWeird. I dunno.âÂ
Roman wanders to center stage before responding. âI died 34 years ago today. I officially have been on earth as a ghost longer than I was alive.â
Virgil grimaces. âOh. I, uh, didnât know that.â
Roman chuckles, sad and empty and not at all like his normal, boisterous laugh. âThere was no way for you to know. I never told you.â He sits down on the stage, legs pulled into his chest. He looks so⌠young, like this. Virgil sits near him, a few feet away.Â
âDo- do you wanna, like, talk about it?â Virgil knows he could have done that a little better, but he openly admits heâs bad at emotional conversations. Heâs out of his element here, but heâs trying.Â
Roman seems to appreciate it, at least, because he gives Virgil a small smile. âI was supposed to be the prince in a performance of Cinderella here in 1984. We were doing our last dress rehearsal when something went wrong. Somehow, one of the lights shattered right before I got to have my dance with Cinderella. I pushed her out of the way, but⌠I wasnât fast enough to save myself.â He looks down at the gash running from just below his sternum to his stomach. Virgil follows his gaze and notices, from this distance, that the wound is more jagged than he thought. He can imagine some massive piece of glass falling from the catwalk, sees Roman running to push his co-star out of the way only to be impaled. Itâs⌠not a pleasant image.Â
Roman sighs, looking out into the house. âI just wish⌠I wish I couldâve gotten to have that dance. Maybe itâs selfish, but⌠I donât know,â he trails off, letting his head fall to his knees. Virgil canât do anything but look for a moment. Heâs never seen Roman so small, so sad. He wants to do something, to help somehow, but itâs not like he could magically give him that last dance.Â
UnlessâŚÂ
âWait right here!â Virgil shouts, then runs to the speakers. He plugs in his phone, and goes through his phone to find the track he was looking for. Thank God he didnât delete the songs from his last show.Â
He runs back onto stage just as the first strains âWaltz for a Ballâ began to filter through. He stops just before he runs directly into Roman and holds out a hand.Â
âFair warning, I donât know the choreo for this, so youâll have to guide me,â he says. Roman looks from his hand to his face, and he breaks into a bright grin. Virgil canât help but smile back.Â
âWorry not, Iâll be able to get us through this,â Roman says, full of his normal gravitas again. He grabs Virgilâs hand, feeling surprisingly solid, if a bit cold. Then he sweeps them into the dance.Â
The dance is, in all honesty, quite simple. Virgil remembers that much from when he ran sound for it at another theater a while back. Thereâs lots of people dancing all in unison, so of course itâs relatively simple and easy to coordinate. That doesnât make it any easier for Virgil, who is not a talented dancer (he works backstage for a reason), and who is rapidly becoming aware of just how bright Romanâs eyes are, and that he has a splash of freckles across his nose and cheekbones, and that heâs close enough to Romanâs face to make out details on his nose and cheekbones.Â
Roman chuckles at some point, muttering that heâs âliterally dancing on his own graveâ, and that statement shocks Virgil back into a bit of reality. Heâs dancing with a ghost. This isnât some cute guy he somehow managed to flirt with, this is the ghost of a man who died decades ago, whose only source of companionship is the one person in the world who seems to be able to see him.Â
It doesnât make the heat leave his cheeks, and it doesnât slow his beating heart, but it does sit like a rock uncomfortably in his stomach.Â
The final strains of the song fade out, Virgil laughing as Roman says all of the lines of all of the actors in dramatic, ridiculous tones. They step away from one another slightly, Virgilâs face slightly red, Roman with a bright grin across his face.Â
âI⌠thank you for that , Virgil,â Roman says suddenly. Virgil looks up at him, and he continues. âI never actually got to do that whole dance in costume. Obviously, this isnât exactly how I thought it would happen, butâŚâ Roman glanced up at Virgil, his eyes flitting over Virgilâs face. âI couldnât ask for a better dance partner.â His soft smile knocks the breath right out of Virgilâs lungs, so he can only stare for a moment. In fact, itâs his prolonged staring that makes him realize something.Â
âUh, Roman? Why are you getting more see through?â Romanâs face morphs into a state of shock when he looks down at his own body, apparently also seeing the way heâs quickly fading. Then he lets out a slightly hysterical laugh.Â
âThe last dance. Thatâs what was keeping me here. But you helped me resolve it, so now I can-â
âYou can pass over,â Virgil finishes his sentence with not a small amount of dread. If Roman passes over, he never gets to see him again. He never gets to have long, ridiculous conversations about absolute nonsense during his long hours.Â
Roman gives him a sad sort of smile, like he knows exactly what Virgil is thinking, which of course he does. He seems to be able to read Virgil like a book. He reaches out and lays a gentle hand on Virgilâs cheek.Â
âThank you. Not just for this last dance, but for all of the nights you kept me company. For all of the secrets you divulged to me. For all of the love you let me feel, for the first time in a very long time. I just ask one thing of you: donât forget me, please.â By the time he finishes, heâs almost completely gone. Virgil puts his hand over Romanâs, trying to cling to his last few moments with him.Â
âI couldnât forget you, even if I wanted to,â Virgil whispers. Roman leans forward, eyes closing, and brushes a soft kiss against Virgilâs lips. Before Virgil can respond, heâs gone.Â
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He writes beautiful (and incredibly gay) sonnets in Spanish.Â
Loves Liszt and can play his pieces on the piano.Â
Died around the last decade of the 19th century.
Ah, yes, did I mention? Amazing piano player.Â
Did I also mention he can sing opera? Well, he can, and when Virgil listened to him singing Alfredoâs part in âUn dĂŹ, felice, etereaâ from La Traviata, his knees almost went weak.Â
Roman does also paint, in fact, there is a misplaced painting somewhere in the mansion of a certain someone he was, tragically, quite fond of.Â
He met his unfortunate ending during a dinner party. Disappointed but not surprised? Actually no, more like surprised and horrified.Â
Roman had to marry his best-friend Genevive for the sake of propriety and to provide his family with a heir. In spite of his self-denied gayness, Roman did adore his wife, he just was not attracted to her. He was also very grateful to have her around because she was way better at finances than him and a secret badass.Â
He does manage to seduce Virgil by playing the piano, and pfff, he totally did not spend days practicing new pieces to find the one he played to him and perfect it. Thatâs just ridiculous.Â
His taste in interior decor is the best thing anyone will ever get. No matter what Virgil says.Â
Seriously, how dare he insult the curtains he chose?! The nerve.Â
More on the au:Â
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Writing: 1, 2Â
Some asks: 1, 2Â
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For this trivia tuesday, I'm sharing the messy sketch for this comic.
I remember I was trying to fall asleep (very unsuccessfully) and as I was very new to the fandom still, I wondered if my idea for this comic was too out there/too ridiculous for a (mostly) dark and serious show, and as I stared at the ceiling, I debated whether I should go for it or not.
But I loved (and still love) Roman, and this idea wouldn't leave me alone, and while I often just write down my ideas because my memory is so bad (especially when they're wacky ideas/shower thoughts/insomniac thoughts), this time I *needed* to doodle it out. And so I turned on my xmas lights and I did. I probably started the actual comic the next day :)
