Can I Fly Too? | Sanders Sides | Prinxiety

Chapter Fifty

WARNING: THIS STORY IS KINDA OLD SO IT'S KINDA CRINGE. I WAS YOUNGER WHEN I WROTE IT. JUST KEEP THAT IN MIND!

Roman and Remus were out walking, having left Janus a few minutes ago. It was getting late, and Virgil has invited Roman to come to his house.

Remus wanted to come with, but didn't want to get in between his brother and his boyfriend. Especially if they end up doing something dirty.

"No, Remus," Roman groaned with a pink face, "We aren't going to have sex! How many times do I have to tell you that?!"

Remus had an evil grin, "I mean, Janus and I didn't exactly plan our first time together~"

"Agh, gross!" Roman pushed him, "TMI!"

Remus laughed, only aggravating his brother further.

"Look," he said, messing with the sleeves of Virgil's hoodie, "I'll see you at Janus' later. You said you'll pack everything?"

"Yep yep!" Remus chirped, "You don't worry about anything, just have fun with Virgil." he said with a suggestive tone.

Roman sighed, but didn't let the conversation continue on.
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The twins finally arrived at the small house of Virgil. Roman felt a bit nervous, the idea of Remus leaving his side for more then an hour is unfamiliar.

"Call me if you need me," Remus said, "Doubt Virge will do anything, but if he does, I'll get Janus to beat his ass!"

Roman rolled his eyes, "Yeah yeah, thanks Remus. I'll see ya later!"

"Bye!~" Remus sung, his green wings spreading out, pushing down on the ground hard, his body going up.

Roman felt a twinge in his heart. Unwanted jealousy rose from his chest. He was upset that his brother could fly, and he couldn't.

But he smiled, waving bye as Remus took off, going faster then he was supposed to in the air.

Roman walked up to the door, knocking on it gently. He heard a yelp and then something fall amd crash into something else. He winced at the groan.

The door opened, revealing a pissed off Virgil, "Who the f-"

His eyes went wide, "Roman!" he said, cheeks burning up, "I didn't know it was you."

Roman chuckled, "Yep, you invited me."

Virgil nodded, "Yes, uh, I did, sorry I-" he stopped again when he looked at what Roman was wearing.

He then grinned, leaning against the door, "Nice hoddie, didn't know you we had the same taste in clothing."

Roman looked down, confused, until he saw that he was wearing Virgil's hoddie. His face went entirely red, "Shut up, it was the first thing I saw."

Virgil shrugged, "It looks cute on you, Princey," he complimented, "Come on in."

He stepped aside, letting Roman stumble in. He looked around at the small house. It was messier then his, but still neat.

"Parent ain't here," Virgil said, shutting the door, "So we can do whatever we want."

His and Remus' conversation from earlier replayed in his mind, his face turning even redder.

Virgil smirked, "No one here, just us two."

Roman gulped, "Y-Yeah."

"We have privacy.."

"W-We do.."

"Us just absolutely alone.."

Virgil was close, very close. Their chests were almost touching, but not quite. Roman felt small and flustered, his mind racing with unwanted thoughts.

Virgil carefully touched his cheek, "Do you want to..?"

Roman leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering close. His insides felt warm, especially his heart. It was a strange, yet comforting feeling. He never wanted it to leave.

"Do what?" he asked, his hands resting on Virgil's chest, his wing wrapping around them.

Virgil cupped his face with both hands, leaning in unbelievably close, but not enough where they are touching.

"Do you want to.. dye our hair?"

Roman slowly opened his eyes, "..Wha?"

Virgil moved back, walking off the where the kitchen, "I bought purple hair dye for me, it's fading out," he turned and smiled, "I bought you red dye, if you want to do it. No pressure."

Roman could tell his entire body was red, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.

"Oh, uhm, s-sure!" He replied, trying to hide the embarrassment and disappointment, "I've never dyed my hair before, so you'll have to help."

"A-duh," Virgil rolled his eyes, "I was gonna."

Virgil grabbed the two boxes, letting out a wheeze now that he was alone, "Oh my fucking god- I'm way too gay to do that, holy shit-"

His heart was beating so loud and fast, he expected it to break through his chest. His mind was buzzing.

He can't believe he just did that, and Roman was so cute! God, he leaned into his touch, as if asking for something! And he had an idea as to what it might've been.

After splashing his face with cold water, he went back in the room with the boxes, "We'll have to bleach your hair to let the red show, but I'm an expert at this type of thing."

Roman nodded, his face still a nice shade of red.

Virgil couldn't help but feel pride in how he made Roman so flustered.

"Come on," Virgil smiled, offering his hand to the other, "I won't destroy your hair, I promise."

Roman grinned, taking his hand, "Oh yeah? How long have you been doing this?"

Virgil shrugged, "Before my mom left, she use to be a hairdresser."

Roman grew curious about his mother, but didn't know if he should mention it or not.

He decided not to.

He was lead to a small bathroom that was surprisingly the cleanest room. Virgil already had a stool set up.

"I'ma do me first, then you, ok?" Virgil said, tucking his sleeves in to take his shirt off.

Roman's face went right back to a bright red, looking away he asked, "How long does it take to dye hair?"

"Mm," Virgil grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his shoulders, opening the box, "Not too long. 30 minutes top to dye it, but a little longer to bleach it."

He looked over at Roman, "You're absolutely positive you wanna dye your hair? Once you do it, no going back."

Roman had a confident grin, "I'm positive!" he cheered, his wing fluttering a bit.

He's never had his hair dyed before, but Virgil looked good in it! So he should too!

Besides, it's not like anyone will get mad he decided to do this.

!!!STAY INSIDE, BE BORED AND SAFE INSTEAD OF DYING ALONE AND WEAR A FUCKING MASK!!!