Starry Eyed Boy, Part 4

Summary: Virgil settles into his room. Roman joins the picture. Logan and Roman have a conversation.

Pairings:  Pre-Romantic Analogical / Eventual Analogical, Established Royality (if you squint)

Word Count: 1,055

Warnings:  Anxiety over small things, dissociation, if i need to add, lmk.

Notes:  Sorry that this took so long, family things happened.  I had a death in the family and i dont really have much motivation to do much.  thank you for sticking around <3.

Taglist:@shitpost-sides@gothybubby@rainbowbowtie@hikarisakurariver@singularthoughtofstatic@supersoftsupersleep@gabrieldoesstuff@justthatamount 

     Emile was nice and somehow knew too much about cartoons from earth.  Once Virgil has asked his questions and only sometimes got his answers, he was shown to his room.  As the guard that escorted him to his chambers and he opened the door, Virgil let out a loud gasp.  

    “Is everything okay, sir?”  The guard asked.  The guard had ginger hair down to his shoulders emerald green eyes.  He was slightly tan and had markings on his face that seemed to glow red.  Virgil nodded and the taller man led Virgil into the room.  As Virgil looked around he mumbled, “Whats your name?” to the guard.

    “Mine?  Oh, my name is Roman P. Kingsleigh.  My purpose here is to make sure you and Logan are protected and safe as you adjust to Arteska.  Not that the kingdom is dangerous.  I am one of the head guards here, you see.  I’m positive that is why Emile appointed me this position.”

    “I thought Logan said he could protect us?”

    “He can, but that’s not his purpose as your tutor.  Emile didn’t think it fair for Logan to do multiple jobs when his first motivation should be your education on the planet, among other things.”  

    “Oh…”  Virgil said, as his eyes drooped slightly.  He didn’t have anything worthwhile to say and he felt a bit too sluggish to respond.  Roman seemed to understand, though.  

     “I’ll leave you be now, sir.  Please, get some sleep.  Tomorrow, you will get the tour of the palace and city.”  Roman said as he turned to the door and with one more, “Fairfarren!” he left the room and slowly closed the door. 

     Virgil only started to actually focus on how tired he was after he heard the click of the door shutting.  He thought it surprising how simplistic the castle was.  Maybe it was just old or maybe Emile liked the simpler things.  Virgil probably wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he was excited about the tour tomorrow.  Whether it was because he knew it would be Logan showing him the wonders or because of the actual city, he’ll never say.  

     Virgil found his luggage on the end of his bed.  He grabbed his suitcase and moved it to the dresser opposite his bed.  The dresser had a large, what Virgil assumed, TV on it.  The TV was paper thin and seemingly made of glass.  As Virgil opened the door, he found clothes already inside.  A thought shot through his skull.  What if Roman showed you to the wrong room?  Virgil quickly shut it down as he flicked through the clothes.  They seemed brand new, and Virgil found himself smiling at the colors of the clothes.  Purple, black, purple, black, gray, black and so on and so on.  Virgil assumed Logan had sent some sort of message to Emile on Virgil’s fashion choices.

     He decided to leave his other clothes in his bag and pulled out some pajamas from his suitcase, not willing to risk wearing something he wasn’t 100% was his.  He was 95% sure but not completely and he didn’t want to risk it.  The t-shirt had a few holes in it and the pants felt too small, but they were familiar.  They smelt like coconut and coffee body wash he used before he got onto the ship.  As he climbed into the too big bed, he thought of how odd it felt here.  It felt like home, and he hasn’t felt that since he was a kid.

—–

     Logan stirred the drink in his hand around the glass.  A knock on the door.  Confirmation to enter.  Red and white sitting in front of him.  Two snaps.

     Wait.  Two?  He blinked twice and his eyes focused again.  Roman was sitting in front of him with his head slightly tilted.  

    “–gan.  Hey, hi.  Are you back?”  Roman asked, his eyebrows furrowed together.  Logan nodded once and slowly took a drink of his tea.  Roman leaned back against the chair and nodded as his eyes drifted around the room.

    “Well… how was it?  Earth?  Is it like Sir Emile says?”  Roman asked quietly, a glint in his eye, and the corner of his lips twitched upwards.  Logan smirked and said, “There were golden fields, the trains puffed out smoke from their engines and the city lights looked like artificial stars.  Before me and Virgil left, he showed me around his city.  It started to rain and we were making our way back to his living quarters.  The cars on the road made the puddles splash onto the sidewalk and when one splashed my shoe, I looked away from him.  When I looked back up, he had his arms out and he smiled at the sky.  I’m sure I looked strange, standing in the rain with sunglasses on.  He–” looked at me strange.  Logan coughed, and Romans eyes glinted with something other than curiosity.  “Earthlings are quite strange.  I’d love for you and Patton to go one day.”  

     “Logan, I’ve known you for years.  He is quite…”  Roman leaned forward, settling his elbows on his knees and holding his hands together.  “Cute?  Is he not?”

     Logan paused for a moment.  He blinked.  Virgil had once compared this to a ‘blue screen’.  He still didn’t understand what he had in common with a screen.  He blinked once more.

    “Oh.  That’s what that is.”  Logan mumbled.  He slumped into his sofa more.  He heard Romans deep chuckling but ignored it.  The corner of his smile quirked upwards.  He took a drink.  

     “Now, that’s quite the development.”  He spoke, as he pushed himself into a healthier sitting position.  Roman huffed out a laugh once more and nodded.  

    “Only two weeks, it took, to woo you.  Fate, perhaps.”

    “You know I don’t believe in your silly little work arounds to pure chance.  I will admit, maybe he did woo me… but fate doesn’t exist.”  Logan sipped at his drink.  Roman shrugged.

     “So what are you going to do about it?”  Roman inquired.  Logan took another, longer drink from his cup.

    “If he shows signs that he reciprocates feelings, I will let it be known how I feel, but I’d hate to force anything on him.  He’s already so worried about everything.  I don’t want to overwhelm him.”  Logan said, matter-of-factly.  Roman nodded.  

    “Still seems to me that it is fate.”

    “It’s not fate, you oaf.”

     Roman laughed.

Starry Eyed Boy, Part 4

Summary:  Virgil meets someone special and Logan wonders whats happening to him

Pairings: Pre-romantic analogical / Eventual analogical

Word Count:  1,053

Warnings:  Slight panic, mentions of sickness, if I need to add more, PM me!

Notes:  Sorry that this took some time.  I have zero clue if when the next one will be out.  A lot of personal stuff has been going on so…

Taglist:  (if you want to be added or removed, don’t be afraid to ask!!!)  @shitpost-sides@aleiimm@rainbowbowtie@hikarisakurariver@singularthoughtofstatic@supersoftsupersleep@gabrieldoesstuff

     Two weeks passed in a blur.  Logan showed Virgil how to pilot and Virgil taught Logan more Earth terms.  (Yes, Logan was very happy about that.)  When they had arrived at Arteska, that’s when Virgil could feel the anxiety start to bubble in his stomach.  As the ship landed, Virgil was looking out the small window.  Virgil could see golden fields and trees of all shades and colors, and a building coming into view… with a city right in front.  The buildings looked almost like they did back home, somewhere smaller and others were bigger.  Some places were clearly farmland but Virgil doubted he would know any of the food on this planet.  As he pushed his face against the glass he noticed that the sky was an odd shade of purple.  Almost lavender, but also blue.  The ship shook as it hit the ground and that’s when Virgil snapped out of his daze of looking at the sky.  Logan was already at the door with Virgil’s bags in his hands (He insisted that he take them all, this time.).  He typed something into the keypad before he stepped back and watched the door slide open.  

     Logan beckoned Virgil to follow with a wave of his free hand.  Virgil awkwardly followed behind, almost scared he wouldn’t be able to breathe in the air.  Virgil stepped off the vessel before Logan and he looked around.  They were clearly on top of a building of some kind.  It was very tall.  It made Virgil’s stomach twist.  Logan stepped off the ship and the door closed automatically.  Logan then led them across the roof to a door.  Before opening the door, Logan turned his head and said;

    “Welcome to Arteska, Virgil.”

—

     Logan had stopped a person walking in the hallways and gave them Virgils bags.  Logan started talking to him about where they go, while Virgil looked around.  Virgil could practically feel himself shaking, and when he looked at his hands, he was indeed shaking.  He could feel every breath and he screwed his hands into fists and shoved them into his pockets.  While glaring at the floor, Logan had sent the person away with his bags and watched the struggle in the purple-haired boy’s eyes.  He didn’t know how to properly ease his companion so he awkwardly held out his hand.  Virgil glanced at it and he slowly took one of his hands out of his pocket and grabbed the other man’s hand.  Logan looked satisfied and started to walk again. 

     After five minutes, Logan stopped in front of a door.  A door with an actual handle, this time.  Logan knocked with is freehand and waited a moment.  Virgil unconsciously let go of Logan’s hand and hid behind him instead.  When the door opened, a tall man with glasses, a vest, and a pink tie smiled at Logan.  

    “Hello, sir.”

    “Hey-a Logan!”  The man said, rolling on his toes.  He glanced behind Logan and saw the deep brown eyes staring curiously back at him.  With a glance at Virgils eyes, both knew who the other was.

    “Virgil?”  The man said, his smile becoming softer.

    “…Dad?  Emile?”  Virgil said, stepping slightly to the right.  Still touching Logan’s shoulder, but more in eye line.  

    “Logan, can you leave us?”  Emile said, without looking at Logan.  Logan only nodded and gave Virgil a look;  “It’ll be alright.”  And he slowly walked away, down the way they came.  Without Logan, Virgil felt much colder and smaller.  

    “He is a very kind young man if I do say so myself.”  He said.  Before stepping out of the way and allowing Virgil into the room.  When Virgil stepped in, he noticed the tall armchairs in front of a fireplace.  While the fire crackled, Virgil heard Emile move to sit in the armchairs.  Virgil watched uncomfortably while he waited for direction.  Virgil was noticing now more than before that Logan wasn’t there.  Logan was a constant, he had been for two weeks.  

    “Hey, munchkin?  You can sit down.”  Emile said, gesturing to the chair.  Virgil hesitated for a moment before he slowly made his way to sit down on the chair.  It creaked as he sat down.

     Emile smiled, not at all resembling his mother’s smile, and deep down, Virgil could almost sense a small amount of familiarity.  “Want to tell me a little bit about yourself?”  Emile questioned with a small tilt of his head.  Virgil blinked and slowly shook his head and said, “You first.” as he pulled his legs in front of his torso and hid behind his knees.

     Emile chuckled, “That’s fair.” and he launched himself into the beginning of a long conversation.  

—

     Logan walked down the hallway with his hands behind his back.  The clack of his boots rattled off the walls and back into his slightly pointed ears.  He’s walked these halls hundreds– no, thousands of times before, and not once has he felt like this.  The churning in his gut, sweaty palms, getting distracted…  was he ill?

—

    “Well, my name is Emile Picani, and uhm…”  he paused, and Virgil could almost feel his eyes on him.  “Are you okay?” He questioned.  Virgil only nodded.  Virgil had his eyes firmly fixed on the floor.  

    “Hey, munchkin, can you look at me?”  Virgil looked.  He didn’t really understand why, but he did.  Was it because the older man’s voice had changed from cheery and excited, to soft… concerned..?  Now looking at the older man, Virgil noted the fact that Emile had… blue, lightning blue eyes.  His skin was a light pink, almost the shade of blush.  Light grey freckles littered across his face.  White hair framed his face, and when Virgil blinked he could’ve sworn that some of the hair glittered a lavender color.  Virgil saw where he got his hair texture from the slightly wavy hair Emile adorned on his head.  

     Virgil smiled.  “Sorry, the past few weeks have been stressful.”

—

     Logan had made it to his room, which was luckily right next to Virgil’s.  He was stood in front of the mirror.  His skin wasn’t discolored, he didn’t feel particularly sick at the moment, and his stomach was settling.  He ran his hand through his hair, letting out a breath.  He was a smart man.  He could figure out what was happening to him.  …Right?