#wwd2 15

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Sniff.

What was that?

That wasn’t him... who was it?

He listened.... and listened...

But... his ears suddenly felt like they had cotton stuffed in them.

He couldn’t focus.

He could hear... something, but it was suddenly far away.

“There....risk...sorry...stop....”

They were talking... whoever they were. Were they talking about him? He didn’t know.

He heard a soft groan, and he felt his chest distantly vibrate. Was that him?

The voices stopped, or... no, now one felt close. 

He felt a distant sensation of someone gripping his hand. 

“Rom...wak...”

Were they speaking to him?

He couldn’t tell. He couldn’t even tell if he was on a bed or sitting, he just felt he was spinning.

The hand felt like it was gripping tighter, but he suddenly felt like he was being dragged down by 2 two weights on each of his joints.

The last thing he remembered was barely managing to weakly squeeze the hand in his, hearing something like a sob before the weights pulled his mind into sleep.

-

“Wake up sleepy head!”

Roman groaned, the sensation of something hitting his face butting into his awareness. He blindly gripped the object and tossed it in a random direction away from him.

He heard a snort above him.

“That wasn't even close, you need to step up your throwing game Princey.”

(Princey?) 

Roman turned to face away from the voice, his body demanding for him to sink back into the embrace of sleep.

That was until the covers were suddenly pulled off of him, he shivered at the sudden exposing of his body to the open air of the room.

With a rising frustration, though he wouldn’t admit it was grumpy instead of true frustration, he shoved himself up rapidly, wincing a little at the slight off-kilter feeling it gave him. He blinked once or twice before focusing on who had been speaking above him.

“Cut it out V...”

(V? What? Why couldn’t he...?)

The person in front of him looked young (younger?) They looked like the spitting image of an emo as Roman ever did see one. Everything save for the purple patch hoodie they had. It looked... good on them.

They... no, V smirked at Roman’s response. V answered back, sarcasm laid on thick, expression full of mock apologetics.

“Oh, I suppose trying to wake you up so that we don’t miss getting dressed for  our friends’ wedding is totally unreasonable for me to so rudely wake you up from your beauty sleep for! I’ll let you miss it then!”

(Wedding? Friends... wait...)

Roman felt his heart double in pace, looking directly in the emo’s eyes as his body went stiff from realization.

“Oh... fuck...”

V chuckled and took a step back, seeming to be waiting for something.

“Oh fuck is right.”

The words had barely left V’s mouth before Roman had catapulted himself from bed, grabbed a few items as he brushed his hair a few times and then sprinted out the door and into a shared bathroom down the hallway a bit. 

He felt like he had done this many times before, a routine that was down to a science, but for the life of him as he stared at his reflection for a moment, he couldn’t remember a single instance of ever doing this. That should’ve really worried him a bit more, but he just continued through the routine he couldn’t remember in a place he couldn’t write recall.

His hands flitted across his face, applying foundation and a little bit of blush, putting gel in his hair to ensure it stayed put. His movements were swift, but calculated nonetheless.

It felt like mere moments before he heard a knock on the bathroom door. A muffled voice from V came through the door.

“You about done in there Mr. Perfect?”

“I’m just about done, don’t worry your pretty head about me!”

Roman could feel Virgil’s smirk through the door.

“Aw... you think I’m pretty!”

It was Roman’s turn to smirk.

“Of course, that’s why I’m dating you Marilyn Morose!” (Dating? Wha?)

Roman’s smirk intensified as he got the feeling that Virgil was most definitely blushing behind the door.

On cue, he realized he was at the end of his routine and opened the door to uncover if his intuition was truly correct.

The sight was just as he was imagining it, save for Vs much more sophisticated suit that nearly made his knees buckle at the sight of them. V’s face was beet red as he had his head turned away from the door, even though Roman couldn't have seen him through it anyway until he opened the door.

V looked up as he did so and his eyes widened, probably similar thoughts to Roman going through his mind. Roman relished that, watching Virgil’s eyes look him over. 

Suddenly, Roman realized they were very close.

Virgil spoke, voice almost to loud despite the fact his voice was barely a whisper. His voice came out slightly ragged, breaking at the last word.

“You got, uh...”

Roman looked into V’s eyes.

“What?”

And suddenly, his vision was nothing but him. 

They were kissing!

Roman’s world filled fireworks, the faint smell of lavender and wood smoke along with a note of coffee filled his awareness. 

No.

It was all Roman was aware of, just the contact and V. (He was disappointed he couldn’t remember V’s name, kissing like this and all.)

But as quick as a flash, there was no one.

He opened his eyes, but nothing changed, his surroundings were as black as the inside of his eyelids.

He was still in the same position as when he was kissing V, but he tensed up, jerking his limbs as a need gripped him.

He... needed to do something. 

What was it?

Wake up. He heard someone say, but he still couldn’t see anything, rapidly looking around to find it’s source.

Wake up! 

This was louder, and... more clear.

His brain reeled trying to grasp onto the concept the voice was saying.

He was asleep? That would explain the vastness of a void around him, but then, why wasn’t he awake?

He... didn’t know.

WAKE UP!

This cry felt as if the very pillars of the earth were shaking, Roman felt filled by the cry, it vibrated his very bones.