Virgil Achyls

"Good luck! My metabolism has always been this way since I was a kid... That and I'm always working out... I'm constantly eating something, and yet..." Henry admitted, moving to rub at the back of his neck with a soft little laugh.

"You positive? ... I mean, everything has a catch, one way or another... How do I know you're not lying to me?" His brow cocked up, making him tilt his head to the side. However, that smile never seemed to fully go away, actually feeling calm and not his usual strung up self around the fae.

"I can't lie. I'm fae. I can take your name or bind you to a promise, if you want. But you can trust that I'm telling you the truth." Virgil told him. He was joking about binding him and taking his name, but also telling the truth. He wanted Henry to know that he told the truth, but that didn't always mean being up front about everything.

"No, you don't. I wish I could remember more, but I'm fairly well adjusted now." Virgil said, smiling gently at the inquisitive tilt to his head. He still couldn't look at the sky without feeling like he was going to fall into it. The dizzy spells were less bad now. He couldn't be sure without his memory, but he rather liked the life he had now, even if he was lonely.

When Henry asked if Virgil felt happy memories or memories of killing, he wanted to say no right away, even if it'd been a joke. He didn't know for sure. He couldn't lie. If he had someone he loved enough to miss even in his dreams, where were they? Why hadn't they come through the lake with him? Did that mean they were separated, or were they dead?

"I don't want to kill you. You're invoking happy memories." He said after a long pause.

He gave her somewhat of a relieved smile, glad that he hadn't offended her somehow. He felt bad trying to talk to her when there were customers behind him. But he felt almost a compulsion to ask anyway.

"Do you ever sleepwalk?"

"You can absolutely try, but honestly, between you and me, I eat a lot as it is, and still.." He raised his shirt up to show his torso, ribs sticking out against a flat, yet muscular stomach region. "I would absolutely love that, honestly! I do work around this time every day except Sunday. We're closed because it's the religious day, and my boss demands it, so..." He snorted. "But um... Is.... Is there a catch? Normally I know there's always a catch...." Something to harm him, but he had a different feeling about Virgil... That he'd never harm him... Not like his mother did so long ago, that he never fully let go off or pushed away...

Henry's face fell when he got a glimpse of how the other reacted, immediately moving to try to comfort him. "Hey... Hey, you okay? Did I say something?" His voice was now way softer as he bent down a little to get a bit closer to him (which was hard considering the gun cabinet between them. "I apologize if I did..." He whispered.

"No catch." Virgil said. He might've asked for a favor to be paid later, since he was fae, but he didn't plan to trap Henry in some kind of bargain. He wanted this relationship to be built on honesty, not trickery.

Virgil shook his head at Henry's question. "No, it's nothing you said. You just bring up some emotions that I'm not used to feeling."

He peered up at the man, wiping tears from his eyes. The longing didn't go away. The desire to take Henry in his arms and protect him from the world was overwhelming. "I wish I knew. I can't remember my life before I came to Greywood. I've been here for six years. I wandered out of a lake. That's all I know about myself. Sometimes I get feelings, though. And right now, I feel like I found someone who's been missing from my life."

Virgil hadn't realized up until now just how much he missed what Henry might represent. Someone who might need him. Who might care whether he lived or died. Who needed hugs and attention and love. Virgil wanted to take care of Henry. Whatever that meant, he was going to do it. He hadn't realized exactly how much he'd been repressing his desire to take care of someone until Henry came and helped him see it.

It was a slow look that followed, as ice blue eyes drifted to the other, taking in the lost look and vacant expression, the bed clothes. "Hm," the siren turned the key and locked the door, fingers shifting to give the handle a firm tug to ensure it was locked securely, especially important now that the odd ones were apparently on the loose. "Dis The Den but we closed," he gestured with his thumb before shoving the keys safely into the pocket of his well worn leather jacket, studded out and decorated with some red paint splotches to mimic blood splatter. Smudged black eyeliner settled into the crease beneath his eyes and glitter bespeckled the tops of his lids, catching the streetlight as he blinked, shoulder length black hair tucked neatly behind his ear.

He'd been to the Den enough times. He didn't drink, but he'd dropped off plenty of drugs there. He could most likely find his way home from here. He'd done it before. And yet, the thought of wandering back into the inky darkness of the night made him hesitate. He felt like maybe reality would dissolve away under his feet if he left the light.

"I was in bed. I can remember having a strange dream. And then, I woke up here." He tried not to let on how unsettled he was. This man was clearly closing up his shop, and Virgil didn't want to intrude on him when he was going home. But he couldn't quite make himself leave. "I was sleepwalking. That must be it. Do you ever sleepwalk?"

As they strolled down the pavement, their eyes glazed over and their body feeling light they were interrupted by a person.  “Uh, like Earth man? Or Greywood.”  They commented unsure what the other was asking.

“What’s up?  You okay?”  Tony asked, now a bit curious about the other.

"In Greywood. I was sleeping in my bed. But I woke up here, and I don't know where this is." He tried to take a breath to calm down and center himself, but it wasn't working.

Virgil was always very careful about the time. He never wanted to be stuck in a place where he couldn't remember anymore. He knew that ever since he'd walked out of the lake six years ago, he had no memory. All he had was the feeling that he was missing something. He'd built a life here and tried to move on. But he was always afraid in the back of his mind that it'd happen again. That he'd just forget his life here and wander off to some other town to start again. And now, even though he was still in Greywood, even though his memory was intact (or, he thought it was), he'd woken up having- what? Sleepwalked? He didn't know. He could only hope that was what was happening to him.

Virgil couldn't lie to the stranger, no matter how much he might want to. "I've been better. It has to be that I'm sleepwalking, right? I'm probably just sleepwalking."

"Oh please, I know you won't do anything bad with that information, let's be real. If anything, I'm sure I'll just get chubby within the end of the year." He teased, though knowing his metabolism from his childhood, even that wouldn't be enough to even put an ounce of fat on his body.

Virgil couldn't hold back a grin as Henry tripped over his words. The way he stuttered was rather adorable. He reminded Virgil once again and with rather painful rawness that he was missing someone.

His grin faltered, and his eyes suddenly welled with tears. He pressed a hand over his face, not wanting Henry to see and think he was reacting that way to his question. He wanted to hold onto someone. He missed having someone to look after. He didn't know who he was missing so desperately. He couldn't remember their name, or how he knew them. But he did know that Henry was, for some reason, stirring up his emotions.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I'd love to wait around with you." He sniffled. "You remind me of someone. I can't remember who. But I think I used to take care of them."

"You really know the way to a man's heart, don't you? ....I shouldn't be eating these, but fuck me~... they're absolutely fuckin' delicious!" The werewolf couldn't help but moan out in pure delight as he took another bite.

As Virgil's smile bloomed, it awoke something in Henry. Was.... This his first major crush? Someone he could actually have? It sure felt like it! It had all the signs; a quickening heart beat, a slight flush on his face, just wanting to be around this new guy. Sure he'd had a crush on Roman when they first met, not realizing fully (or having hopeful thoughts) that that was absolutely unobtainable, but this? This was different.

He could clearly read the pleasure and surprise on Henry's face. He was certain that his own face was a mirror. He was just glad to find someone to focus his attention on.

Virgil had no memory, and no way to back up his feeling. But he missed someone who he used to take care of. He didn't know who, or what their name could be, nor their relation to him. All he knew was that he felt used to taking care of someone. He missed having someone depend on him.

Of course, he didn't know this Henry. They might break up, or decide to be just friends. But he got the feeling from this Henry that his feelings weren't misplaced, and he was a pretty good judge of character.

"The place down the street sounds wonderful to me. When are you free?"

Henry gently took the basket from him, being careful to not accidentally drop it as he placed it onto the counter next to him. However, he was just a little surprised when Virgil said he could have all the rest of them. "Are... Are you sure? I mean... Do you not want at least one?" He asked softly, his eyes softening significantly as he reached in and took one, holding it out to him.

Virgil was somewhat surprised to hear the other ask him for coffee, but the idea wasn't unwelcome. He was lonely, and he thought Henry might be too. Henry's energy and attitude were both rather lovely. He didn't know if the other wanted what Virgil did, but he was more than willing to find out.

"Of course I'll go for coffee with you. Do you have somewhere in mind?" He said, warmth clear in his voice, his normal smile blooming into something more natural and genuine.

Virgil sat opposite to her, glad to be off his feet. He was glad to come across someone who seemed so genuinely sweet. She seemed a bit shy, but he never minded that. He didn't know why, but he liked to get shy people out of their shell and talking. "Have you lived in town for long? I don't think I've ever met you before."

"Oh, I was just wondering if you had any books on memory restoration." Virgil knew it was a long shot to read a book that might tell him some sort of spell, or tonic he could make, that'd restore his memory. But he'd been in town for six years with not even a shred of information about who he was. All he knew was that he missed someone dear to him, and that he hated to look at the sky. His desire to know himself came and went as he got distracted by other things. Now, with little to do with his days, he found himself wondering again.

Virgil noticed that the man shifted ever so slightly to put distance between them, and he wished he could mind his own business. But something about the man's demeanor made him want to pry. It reminded him of something, though he couldn't remember what. He wished he knew why he wanted to wrap this man up in a hug and ask him why he was so sad. But that was not the way to go with strangers. He didn't even know if he liked hugs.

"Oh, no no it's alright! I probably shouldn't have taken that look eating, so.... Just spooked me is all." He admitted softly, a slight chuckle leaving his throat as he rubbed at the back of his neck for a moment.

He came closer so the man could hand over the wicker basket. Something about his enthusiasm for a simple thing was bolstering Virgil's mood. Not that he was feeling bad, but he made him feel seen and less alone. "You're welcome to the rest of them. I think they taste pretty good, but then again, I'm biased."

"Good nose!" Virgil said, again taken by surprise. "It's my cologne. I'm surprised you can smell it. All I can smell is chocolate."

He then turned to his companion, noticing that she seemed on edge. "What about you? You seem agitated. Is everything okay, or are you feeling unwell?" he asked, with a hint of concern in his voice.

He knew that he'd be devastated by such a serious loss of his plants. He could easily grow back mushrooms and weed and the various herbs he used to cook. But the loss of all of them at once was just very sad. He talked to his plants like they were his children. Just the idea of this man losing his entire garden made his heart sink. "I'm truly sorry for your loss. Do you want help regrowing? I have a bit of a green thumb."

Virgil shrugged as the man asked whether or not he was alright. It was slightly refreshing to have living company notice that he was feeling off. "I'm just old is all. My back is keeping me from sleeping, and it's giving me a migraine. Excuse me if I seem a bit off, I'm just waiting for the medicine to kick in."

"There's no need to finish your food so quickly. I wouldn't want you to choke. I just had some brownies leftover from baking, and I was going around town to ask if anyone wanted any. Are you still hungry?"

Charlie took another breath as he slowed his steps a little. He wasn't too sure where he was, but it didn't matter. He opened his bottle and took a drink as he came to full stop. Charlie glanced up when he noticed movement. Frowning Charlie face the person, pulling her earbud out of his right ear. "I'm sorry, I caught none of that." Charlie said as he shifted his footing. "What were you saying?"

"I just wanted to say hello. I'm Virgil." He hesitated, smoothing his face into a trustworthy smile. "Are you alright?"