(^^ Because I had no better title ideas, it's 12:22 in the morning, leave me alone-)

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"I'm just wondering.." Virgil says, about a month and a half later. He was in the kitchen eating breakfast with Lily.

"Why did they hate me so much? My parents?" Virgil asks. Lily looks at him. "I don't know, Virgil. But dad said something about mom freaking out because the lights went out when you were born or something like that, she thought you were like, a demon or some shit."
Virgil scoffs a little, looking confused. "Could have been a coincidence. And if she was that scared of me, why'd she keep me instead of you? If it's just because she wanted to hurt me, that's fucked up." he says.

"Any woman who hurts her child is already fucked up, Virgil. But just for the hell of it, have you ever done anything you didn't know how to explain?" Lily asks.
"No. ... Well.. I didn't do anything. I have had dreams that.. Well, came true in one way or another." Virgil says with a shrug, finishing his breakfast.

Lily tilts her head. "Like what?" she asks. "Well, I remember when I was little, like 8 or 9, I'd have this reoccurring dream where I was in this mansion or something, and every time, I'd wake up with that weird fucking feeling I get on the back of my neck when I know someone's behind me." Virgil says.

".. That's.. A little creepy." Lily says. "It got weirder with age. When I was like, 13, I'd have dreams of just- just.. Blood. My blood. Like, dripping to the floor, usually... From my neck." Virgil says, leaning back in the chair.
".... Dude." Lily says slowly, like she didn't believe him. Virgil shrugs a little. "I'm serious, Lil. But like, those dreams.. In dreams about my parents, I get phantom pains where they hurt me. In those ones.. It didn't hurt at all."

"I.." Lily smiled nervously. "You don't believe me, alright, well, about a week before I ran into you for the first time in a while, I had a dream about a lot of the things we said or did at school, like art club, band, that one choir thing- all of it."

"That's certainly a very interesting thing to say, my love." Roman says. Virgil looks up. "Oh, hi Roman."
"Interesting? He can't be serious.." Lily says. "I believe him." Roman says, shrugging. "How?" Lily asks. Roman looks at her. "I have no reason to doubt him."

"I'm sorry that I have trouble believing that he-" Lily starts. "Well what do you want me to do? I can't show you." Virgil says, looking at her.
"Actually, Virgil isn't the first human I've heard say something like this. A few of the people I knew through my years thus far have told me about a dream that ended up happening." Roman says.

"How?" Lily asks. "Dreams are human subconscious minds creating images from their desires or fears. But sometimes, people can predict what will happen in their near future via dreaming, using the information already known to them. Though, usually it's things like an argument, an event, or something like that. Though, I will say it was more often than not the females I talked to who said that." Roman tells her.

"Ohhh, I've heard about that. Jokingly, at school. Girls called it ‘women's intuition’." Virgil says. Lily looks at him. "Yeah, but that's exactly what it is, a joke. Even if it was a thing, you're not a woman, Vee, not as far as I'm aware." Lily says, looking at him.
Virgil chuckles a little. "Yeah, sadly I'm not." Roman tilts his head. "‘Sadly’?" he says. "I mean, if I was, we could-.. Uh you know what forget I said anything-" Virgil says, blushing a bit and standing up.

"Nonono, what did you want to say?" Roman asks, grabbing his wrist gently. Virgil looks at him. "I was just gonna say, if I was a girl, we.. Could.. L-look it's not imp-"
"My love," Roman says, holding Virgil's chin up. "Please tell me." he says softly. "Children.." Virgil mumbles, blushing brightly and looking away.

Roman was a bit surprised, blushing slightly. "... You're more feminine than me, Virgil-" Lily says.
"You- you want to raise a child with me?" Roman asks. Virgil looks at him and nods. "Of course I do.. Course, that's impossible, that's why I said forget it-"

"We could adopt, you know. Sure, the child wouldn't be biological, but wouldn't it still be ours, in a way?" Roman asks. "Y-yeah but- th-that's not something I should have brought up so soon, ignore it-" Virgil says, looking at him.
"I will not ignore anything you say to me, my love. You mean more to me than that, much more." Roman says. "I-i didn't mean it like that, I just meant- I'm literally going to have forever to decide on that, once you turn me.. It's not something I needed to bring up." Virgil says.

"Perhaps not, but it's something that was on your mind, right?" Roman asks. "He's always loved children. One time, our teacher brought her baby to class, and when Virgil held it I swear he looked like a mother-" Lily says.
Virgil blushes and scoffs. "How can I look like a mother if I'm a boy?" he asks. "Just that look you had in your eyes, that gentle smile you had while holding that baby. It was cute." Lily says.

"I was 16, Lily, not 20-" Virgil says. "Oh really? One second." Lily says, going to the room shed been staying in and coming back out with a baby doll. "Here," she says, holding it out to him. "Hold it."

"I'm not going to hold a-" Virgil starts. "Take the damn doll." Lily interrupted. Virgil took the doll, looking at it for a moment before brushing its hair with his hand to smoothe it down.
"Why do you have this?" Virgil asks, subconsciously holding the doll like an actual baby. Lily looked at Roman and made a bunch of ‘do you see this?!’ arm movements.

Roman chuckles. "You are holding it like an infant, my love." he says, Virgil blushing. "I'm- it's just a doll, why do you have it-?" Virgil said, looking at Lily. "Same reason you have Alice. But if it's ‘just a doll’, throw it, I dare you."
"I-i'm not gonna throw it." Virgil says, looking at her like she said something weird. Lily smirks. "Why? It's just a doll, right?"

Virgil shrugs a little, playing with the doll's hair. Lily gave Roman a smug look. "Mother." she whispered, taking the doll carefully and walking away.

Roman smiles, looking at Virgil. "It does seem like you'd be good at parenting, my love." he says. Virgil blushes, looking to the side. "I just held a damn doll, That doesn't prove-"
"It was a doll, yes, a doll you held to your chest like an infant and refused to mistreat as though it was a living being." Roman says, picking him up. Virgil blushes, holding onto him.

"And that proves you're a good person, my love."