Broken Planchette ~ Prinxiety

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Warning~ Romulus, Gore, Self-harm and other Scars mentioned (Mostly Romulus is acting like an overactive needy Remus)

"Virgil, I'm BORED!" Roman spun around the desk chair with a huff before jumping up and just throwing himself over the napping human. Roman smiled as he squished himself as close as he could get to Virgil, who just sighed giving the demon this look. "I'm bored, Ignis. I want to do something fun."

"Your definition of fun is..."

"Murder, torture... gouging out a person's heart with a spoon." Roman giggled as he shuffled even closer, nuzzling into Virgil's chest. "Please, Ignis. I need to do something."

"I just don't know what you can do... that'll help." Roman pouted as Virgil gently trailed his fingers through his hair. "No harming a living soul. That's the order, right?"

"Yeah." Roman's voice barely came out with a whisper. "I can't hurt any living person or animal... BUT..." Roman trailed off a bit with a sly smile on his face. "I could always play with dead things."

"Romulus-..."

"No, but listen... They aren't alive so I won't be hurting or killing them. I'll still be obeying your order but also having fun. Virgil, Please?"

"No," Roman whined childishly as he threw himself back only making Virgil laugh a bit. "I'm not letting you play pretend coroner and do an autopsy in my room. Not only is that illegal but Thomas would have a heart attack." Roman's eyes flashed green for just a second before he groaned and slowly sat up. "I'll ask Remus but... For right now, Love... I just don't know what to do for you."

"I... I'm trying." Roman grimaced as his hand when to his hair. "It's just too loud... too much pain, Virgil. I need to do something... some way to get this all out."

"Ok." Virgil tensed a bit as he sat himself up beside Roman who had started to shake. "Say you had a man... strapped up onto the table." Roman instantly flushed as Virgil's voice choked a bit. "What would you do?"

"Nothing." Virgil blinked as Roman turned to him with a smile. "You said no hurting a living soul. I can't do anything. You commanded it. I don't want to go back on chains-..."

"He's already dead." Roman melted into the moment as he seemed to brighten all the more.

"That depends then, Ignis. How big is he? How much muscle mass? How long is his di-..."

"Woah Woah... Why does that matter?" Roman just giggled darkly as Virgil's stomach literally dropped. 

"Have you ever thought of how much pressure a man's dick can take before it's ripped off of their body? Or how long it can get stretched? Or even how much you can force it to expand before it explodes?"

"No." Virgil said pointedly only making Roman chuckle more.

"Your loss then." Roman swayed a bit in thought as he fidgeted with his fingers. "I could pull all his nails off. I could carve his chest like a jack-lantern. Oh! I could turn him into a literally Sally or Frankenstein's monster." Roman seemed to calm down a bit as he looked over to see how Virgil was just sitting there staring off at nothing. "You don't want to hear about this."

"It's fine..."

"No, it's not. You're upset." Virgil blinked as Roman took his hand in his. "And as messed up as my head is right now, Mi Amor... I can still feel when you're in pain. Hearing me talk like this is hurting you."

"But it's helping you. You're bored and so your thoughts are running rampant. At least with this, you can focus on something." Roman smiled sadly as he leaned his head against Virgil's shoulder.

"I'm sorry that I'm so broken right now."

"It's not your fault-..."

"Actually it technically is." Roman laughed as he held his arm out, his shirt riding up to see the runes carved up against the scars that lined up Roman's arms. "I let them hurt me. I let them do their ritual, Virgil. And when Fiona tried to tell me what it was doing... I didn't listen and allowed the cultists to continue. The damage to my soul is because of me. I'm sorry you have to deal with all this now."

"I love you, Roman." Roman let out a deep breath only to whine at the pain that pulled at his mind. "It's ok, Love. It's ok."

"It hurts. Why does it hurt? Why does it always have to hurt?" Roman whimpered before pulling away and just curling up into himself. "I promised I'd be good. I said I would. I haven't done anything bad. Why... Why am I still hurting?"

"Oh... Ro-..." Virgil cut himself off as Roman's eyes went black seeing how the demon went rigid. His hands twitched in his hair and Virgil crashed realizing that having Roman being as bored as he was was a disaster waiting to happen. "Love?" Roman didn't respond. He just sat there frozen in his spot. "I'm going to be right back."

"You can't leave." Roman hissed making Virgil sigh as he shook his head. "You're not allowed. No leaving."

"Do you want to have some fun?" Roman's eyes widened as he nodded with such desperation. "Then I need to go talk to Remus. Ok? We'll figure out a way for you to do something that won't hurt anyone."

"I need to... need to do something. Need to cut into something... making them scream for once."

"Romulus?" Roman blinked as Virgil just smiled sadly at him. "Why don't you take a nap until I get back... that way you don't panic."

"Demon's don't sleep-..."

"This one does. Romulus, go to sleep." Yet again Roman found his eyes rolling back as he slumped over on the bed only making Virgil's heart break. He never did like forcing Roman to do anything but this was important. He didn't have a choice now and as much as his guilt tore at him for doing it, it's what kept Roman the safest. "I'll be right back, Roman. You just rest up till I come back."