Broken Planchette ~ Prinxiety

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Warning~ Romulus

Roman sat there eyes glued to the screen as the sounds of screaming echos through the room. Roman smiled as he took his ax and sent it flying into someones back. You could literally see the blood trail as the person tried to crawl away. Virgil sat there on the bed just watching as Roman's complete focus was on the blood and gore before them.

Remus had gone out with Thomas to buy Roman his own Xbox and computer that they set up with all of Remus's games. Virgil just asked why he didn't give Roman his but Remus laughed awkwardly and just walked away making Virgil roll his eyes. Right now Roman was playing Dead by daylight and was totally engrossed in it all. Even still, Virgil noticed how the controller was shaking in Roman's hands... the excited look in Roman's eyes.

"Is it working?" Virgil finally asked when he noticed how Roman bit his lip. Roman just blinked as he stabbed another survivor, this time using a different killer, before hanging them on the hook, and giving Virgil a look. "Is it working?" Roman just nodded before turning back to the game only to tense as Virgil got up and leaned against his back, trailing his hands through Roman's hair. "Be honest with me. Is it actually working? Or is it making your urges worse?"

"I..." Roman whined as he leaned back into Virgil's touch, eyes closed as he grimaced a bit. "It's not easy."

"So it isn't working?" Roman whined even louder as he gripped the controller tight.

"It's working. I swear it's working. It's just... Just that um..." Virgil pressed his lips to Roman's hair as the demon sighed and just stared at his shaking hands. "I can't feel it." Virgil's eyes narrowed as Roman forced his words out with a whisper. "I can see it and hear it and that is helping a bit. I'm still killing things but... I can't feel it. I can't feel their skin separating in his hands... or the beating of their racing pulse before it dies out. I can't feel their blood splatter against my skin. It's hard because that's what I want but... I'm still able to get some of this shit out of my head. Just not all of it and that's making me a bit antsy." Roman glanced up to see Virgil smiling at him only making him confused over everything. Why wasn't Virgil getting mad at him? Why didn't Virgil hate him? Why was he ok with all of this... well... to the amount that he is. He literally tortured a man in front of him and spoke about doing worse to others and yet... Here Virgil is smiling down at him. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. You didn't ask for someone to put those urges in your head."

"I just... I need to do something and... This is the best I've got." Virgil's eyes darkened as Roman turned back to the game just in time to stab someone and light up. "If only I could feel what it was like to drive in through their chest."

"It wouldn't be the same thing but..." Roman hesitated a bit as Virgil slowly moved back to his bed. "What if we made you some people-shaped pancakes?"

"People-shaped... But Demons don't eat."

"This one does." Virgil teased only making Roman pause the game and give him this look. "I'm thinking we get your hands doing something... like you said you need to use them but... We can't let you hurt anything so... People-shaped pancakes. You can tare them apart all you want."

"Wait-..." Roman shifted a bit, obviously already anticipating it despite the anxiety in his eyes. "You mean... I could tare off the head... or the arms and legs and no one would care?"

"They're pancakes, Love. We could even get raspberry syrup or fill the pancakes with it so that it looks like it's bleeding if you want." Roman's eyes were literally shining in awe over his mate and just what he would do to help him.

"And I won't be hurting anyone." Virgil frowned a bit in confusion as Roman choked a bit on his words. "I don't want to break the rules. I don't want to go back on chains. I can't go back on chains-..."