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Have to practice this monologue about dreams and ended up with two new ocs, The King (No name yet) and The Prophet (No name yet). They will end up dying on a battlefield, trying to reach each other and failing to.
Summary: Roman and Remus occasionally share a dream, but they always remember it slightly differently once they wake up.
(Inspired by @pattons-time-capsule / @greennerdbird's tumblr post about the twins reliving memories in form of dreams.)
I'm building off of my fic Self Discovery, but that is not neccasary to read or understand this! However, @avidfander2, I hope you enjoy me finally doing something more with this fic lol. I want to write more from Virgil's perspective eventually, but I really gotta finish Featherless Wings before I commit to anything more >;
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Remus had a dream. He was pulling a young Virgil by the hand, but it wasn't really Virgil. Not yet.
He felt giddy about the fact that he would help Caution become more than the facet currently was, especially because he was excited to see the process. His own process had been painful, but incomplete. A part of him ached to fully become a Creativity that was no longer so torn.
That didn't matter now. He said something to Caution. A caution for Caution, isn't that neat? To his delight, Caution decided to continue on despite the hesitation and fear obviously leaking out of the facet. He left a burst of red when stepped through the doorway to the Imagination, a place that was his lonely playground.
Not for long though, because Caution followed him through. It was funny. The facet's eyes were squeezed shut, cheeks bulging as the fearful little thing refused to breathe out. Then Caution jumped through, joining him in the sun with eyes blown wide with wonder.
He could feel the magic of the Imagination swirl as it entered the side. Caution hesitantly proclaimed his true name: Virgil. With a grin, he shared his own name in turn.
"My name is Romulus. Its nice to finally meet you," he said, his hand extended for a handshake. Virgil shook it.
Romulus continued to grin as Virgil's smile fell. As Virgil collapsed to the ground with a shriek, six pointy things on his back bulged beneath his shirt, straining to break free. The sound of tearing cloth was hidden by the sound of Caution's screech of pain that was almost like music to his ears.
Finally someone else would understand. Someone shared his pain, and was made better from it.
Virgil panted as his spider legs unfurled behind him, sealing him as someone, and not just something.
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Roman shifted in his sleep, turning over as he began to dream.
He was guiding a young boy who needed his help.
He felt a slight sense of relief that he could help this boy, Caution, become more than he once was. He was a bit worried that Caution would turn back, but any proper royal had a duty to his subjects! He walked until Caution and him stood in front of a doorway that glowed green, and then he warned Caution that the individualization would sting. A part of him was too scared to share the extent of the pain awaiting Caution if the facet decided to press forward.
His own process had been painful, but incomplete. A part of him ached to fully become a Creativity that was no longer so torn, but he couldn't admit that.
To make the offer of joining him more tempting, he said it would be fun! Because it would be. They would have so much fun—as long as they could be together. To his delight, Caution decided to bravely ignore his warning, even if the facet was not quite sold on it being fun.
With one last smile to the facet that was about to become so much more, he stepped through the doorway to the Imagination and waited.
Little Caution squeezed his little eyes tight, his cheeks puffing out as the fearful thing held his breathe. Then Caution jumped through, joining him in the sun with eyes blown wide with wonder.
He could feel the magic of the Imagination swirl ominously as it leaked into the side who hesitantly asked him if it was really true, if his name was really Virgil. With a grin, he shared his own name in turn.
"My name is Romulus. Its nice to finally meet you," he said, his hand extended for a handshake. Virgil shook it.
Romulus froze as Virgil's smile fell, even if he expected it. Hand slipping away from his own, Virgil collapsed to the ground. The sound of tearing cloth was hidden by the sound of Caution's screech of pain that made his heart pang for his friend.
Because now that Caution had a name and was free from a experience completely dictated by their host, Caution could actually be his friend. Finally someone else would understand.
Virgil panted as his spider legs unfurled behind him, sealing him as someone, and not just something.
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CW: Fluff, little bit of angst, meeting the parents, this one is really just softness and fluff (gotta brace yourselves for what’s coming)
“Um, Thad?”
“Yeah, kiddo?” he asks, looking up from the dishes he’s been putting away.
Star stands in the doorway, twisting his hands together. A warmth grows in Thad’s chest to see that he is wearing the clothing they bought for him, including the oversized sweater he seems to never take off. He makes a mental note to ask Star about his favorite colors and buy more.
“I, I, I, um . . . can I, I invite Ezra? Here? Like for, for a meal? Tonight?”
Thad takes a deep breath. Don’t you dare rush this. “You want to ask Ezra to dinner here?”
“I want to, to, to make sure, um–it’s okay? Right? If, if I do?”
He looks so lost standing there, hands covered by the thick sweater, dark hair falling into his face, just starting to curl from the length. Thad leans back against the counter, keeping his body language open and welcoming when all he wants to do is run around the house.
Star asked for something! Not only that, but he asked for something that he wanted! Something that was good for him, something that was healthy, something that was a sign of him moving on! He is asking not only for what he wants, but to have someone over to their house. Thad can’t stop his grin this time.
“Of course!” he says. “He is always welcome here and I know we would both love to have him for dinner.”
It’s been too long, is what he doesn’t say. It's been a while since one of the people they have helped has returned. Of course, they go to the coffeeshop and they can text the others, but they haven’t had the same contact other families can have. Partly for their safety, partly because each of them have grown up and moved on. The part they played in their lives is over.
“Really?” Star asks, his eyes wide.
Thad nods. “Of course, that sounds like a wonderful time. Is there anything specific you want to eat with him?”
“Um, maybe-maybe pancakes?”
“Of course, I can totally make that!”
Star’s smile grows. “Thank, thank you!”
He hurries away, nearly tripping over his feet as he does so. Thad watches him go, the smile fading a fraction. This is good. He isn’t going to spy on the kids, but if he happens to overhear things, then, well, who can fault him?
You know you can trust Ezra. He is a smart man, he knows what he’s getting into here.
But a little voice in the back of his mind retaliates. It says that Ezra doesn’t know, that he’s getting in over his head, that Star is just charming him because it’s the only thing he knows how to do and this isn’t going to be healthy for either of them. Once a Romantic, always a Romantic and all that.
But what about the others? They’re living their lives, they’re happy with family and partners who truly love them and who they truly love.
Just because there is a chance doesn’t mean it will happen. Star is healing and learning how to be the person they told him he never was, and this is part of it. It’s a good thing. This is healthy. Ezra is a smart man, he knows what red flags are and when to leave.
Thad finishes putting away the dishes and gets out a mixing bowl. Before he starts, he quickly texts Robin. They’re in the middle of the work day, so who knows when they will see it, but it’s still important for him to let them know.
Ezra is coming over for dinner. Star asked
Then he puts on some music and starts cooking. It’s easy to lose himself in the movements of the recipe, working with a silence he cannot train out himself. Even with the music playing he can hear the clock in the living room, the hum of the refrigerator, and Star moving around in his room. It’s a learned skill, being able to track everyone at all times, but one he relishes now.
After all, if you can’t stop the trauma beaten into you, might as well embrace it.
Thad chuckles to himself and sets up the griddle. Footsteps sound lightly on the stairs, then Star slips into the kitchen. He doesn’t come close to Thad, staying on the other side of the island, but he is in the same room. An improvement. He isn’t going to complain.
“Do you want anything in the pancakes?” Thad asks. “Or just plain pancakes?”
“Do you, do you have blueberries?” Star asks in a near whisper. “Ezra, Ezra- . . . he said those, those are his favor, favorite.”
“Course we do.”
Thad adds blueberries to the batter. The pancake batter hits the griddle with a sizzle and he hums along to the music as he adds three more. The hair on the back of his neck stands up with the knowledge that Star is watching him, but he isn’t that concerned. After all, they’ve had all the conversations, they’ve set up all the very clear boundaries. And if all else fails, Thad is stronger and faster than Star. The kid poses no threat.
“When is Ezra arriving?” Thad asks over his shoulder.
“Six-thirty,” Star says softly. “He, he, he-his shift is till six.”
“Alright, that sounds good. Do we need to pick him up or anything?”
“No.”
Thad nods and pours the next round of pancakes onto the griddle. The house fills with the smell of cooking pancakes. Several minutes later, Robin slips in the door. They say hello to Star and Thad relaxes when they place a soft kiss on his cheek.
“How was the day?” they whisper.
“Good,” he responds. “Just making dinner. Nothing happened. We’re good.”
“Mmm. Those pancakes look delicious.”
“You talking about the dinner or my ass?”
Robin laughs and Thad’s face burns at the words, though he reminds himself that it’s fine, that they are allowed to have this moment. Years and years of marriage and Robin’s teasing smile never fails to remove all words from his mind and twist his tongue into knots. They press another kiss to his cheek and go to change out of their clothes.
Star jumps when the doorbell rings. Thad watches him hurry toward the door, hesitate for a moment, then pull it open. Ezra steps inside and instantly they are talking and laughing and exchanging awkward attempts at flirting that remind Thad of a past he can’t solidify. Robin walks back in, dressed in jeans and a loose sweater, their hair twisted into a loose bun. A few strands fall around their face and Thad’s fingers twitch with the desire to brush them behind their ears.
“Hey, Ezra,” Robin says.
“Good evening, Mx. Castillo.”
“Formality? Ezra, I thought we were past all of that.”
Ezra shrugs. Star steps in to take his coat and hang it up. Thad nearly speaks up, but the joy on Star’s face stops him. If they are both happy then there is nothing to be gained by speaking, and everyone recovers in different ways. He of all people should know that.
“Well . . . I thought–I thought I should be a bit more formal. Meeting my partner’s parents and all that.”
Thad freezes. His breath catches and his eyes burn. Parents. Ezra just called them Star’s parents. They have kids. He grips the spatula hard enough for his knuckles to crack and sneaks a glance at Robin. They’re staring at Ezra, face pale and eyes wide. For a moment, there is nothing but silence.
Say something! Thad yells to himself when he notices Star, how his shoulders hunch and he slips to Ezra’s side, tucking close when Ezra puts his arm around his waist. Let them know this is what we wanted!
“Oh,” Robin breathes. “I–there’s nothing to be formal about. You’re family, no formality is needed.”
Ezra’s smile lights up his whole face. This time, Star’s relief is fully visible and he tucks himself even closer against Ezra’s side. They look good together. Thad steps forward, holding a platter of pancakes and holding it out.
“You guys want dinner?”
“Pancakes?” Ezra glances at Star. “Those are my favorite.”
“They’re blue, blue, blueberry too,” Star responds.
“Oh epic! That’s my favorite fruit!” Ezra kisses his temple. “Thank you, stjerne.”
Star’s face turns a dark red. Thad and Robin exchange a glance and Robin mouths, A pet name?. Thad shakes his head. They can talk about this later, when the couple isn’t around and one of them can scream into a pillow for however long is needed. This is going to be fine. Ezra is a good kid and he’s a good man for Star.
Better than the one that left, anyway.
They sit around the table, Robin taking the seat next to Thad. Star reaches for his chair and Ezra hurries to grab it for him, pulling it out and waving his hand towards the table. Robin coughs into their fist and Thad kicks them under the table. When they glance at him, he shakes his head. They can tease the kids later, but for now they need to make them comfortable here and with each other.
Dinner is good. In fact, it’s better than good. This is everything he has wanted in a family dinner and he knows Robin has wanted this too. Too long has passed since there were more than two at their table and Thad loves hearing about Ezra’s work and Star’s day and whatever case Robin handled today. For some reason, these pancakes taste far better than anything he’s tasted before.
Ezra and Star move to the living room while Thad loads the dishwasher and Robin puts away the leftovers. Their voices are faint, interspersed with laughter, and it warms Thad’s heart.
“We have a family,” Robin whispers, coming to stand next to him. “Thad, did you hear what he called us?”
“I did,” Thad responds, slipping his arm around their waist. “You're a great parent."
He presses a kiss to Robin's temple to hide tears of his own.
A family. Kids. A home where everyone is welcome.
They have a family.
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"I am upset with you." There was a pause before they continued, "You're going to ask me why and then it's just going to make me even more upset than I am."
