This is not a happy chapter I can promise you that. I did give a very happy ending though.

TW: Homophobic words, memories of abuse, scars, Sebastian in general

Virgils POV

"We're here to take Virgil home."

No. No. No.

This had to be some sort of a nightmare.

My ears filled with the buzz of panic and fear after Sebastian words, making every part of me feel heavy and weighted down. At some point I had backed up so I was pressed up against Romans chest, but I hardly took notice.

It had felt like forever since I had seen Sebastian, and yet no time at all. I could still feel his grip around my neck and his foot smashing into my stomach. 

Why isn't he in New York?

"I..." Logan, who had moved to move between me and Roman and my old foster parents, glanced back at us. "I don't believe that will be possible."

Sebastian's grey eyes were cold as ice behind his bright smile. It was a look I recognized easily, he had it whenever something I did made him angry but there were people around. The look that said 'I'm going to beat the shit out of you when we get out of here'.

"What do you mean?" Sebastian asked, not taking his eyes off me. "My wife and I crossed the country to find him, so I'll really have to insist."

I started to shake. It felt like he had triggered a magnitude 10 earthquake that only affected me, my entire body trembling.

"V?" Roman said lowly to me, his arm wrapped around my shoulder. When had that gotten there? "Are you okay?"

I physically couldn't tear my eyes from Susan and Sebastian standing at the door, as if I was scared that they'd pounce the second I turned my back to them. My voice wouldn't work either. I wanted to tell Roman to get them away from us, but the words wouldn't come out. All I could do was shake my head.

"Who exactly are you? And why are you with our Virgil?" Susan spoke up to ask.

"My name is Logan. I am a friend of his." Logan answered cooly, smoothly dodging her second question. He was more levelheaded than I could've conceived in that situation.

Logan glanced back at me quickly and must've seen the pure fear in my eyes, because he stood more firmly between them and me.

"Well I hope for your sake that you didn't help him run away from us. When Virgil comes back with us he'll be lucky to stay out of juvie." Susan said with crossed arms, looking down at Logan the way she looked at all kids that weren't her own devil spawn.

I'd choose juvie over ever living with either of you again  I wanted to say, but my vocal cords still wouldn't cooperate.

"Look we don't want any trouble. Can we come in?" Sebastian asked, but he took a step inside without waiting for an answer.

I pushed back violently and grabbed wildly at Romans arm in fear, silently begging him to not let my old foster parents any further. 

Roman please please get them out of here. I'm begging you.

My chest was rising and falling rapidly pushing me to the verge of a full blown panic attack. At my reaction, Roman looked down at me concerned and Logan stepped in front of Sebastian, cutting him off.

Roman and Logan both looked at me then at each other, exchanging a look.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Roman decided slowly. The vibrations of his chest were somewhat comforting.

"Excuse me?" Sebastian responded after a quiet second. I could feel his growing glare burn into my skull and I left my eyes glued to the floor.

"I think it best if you leave." Logan said as he stared fearlessly at Sebastian, having no idea what the man was capable of.

I saw Sebastian clench his fists tightly before he stuffed them into his back pockets and took a breath. I swallowed nervously but thankfully Roman and Logan seemed to notice it too.

"You're lucky I don't call the cops on you brats for breaking into this house." Sebastian threatened, all false pleasantries dropped. "Hand over the boy or I'll take him."

"This is my house, so I really suggest you leave." Roman said seriously, no doubt seeing how Sebastian was glaring at me remorselessly.

"You have no right to keep the boy from me." Sebastian demanded fiercely. "He's legally my property so hand over my son-"

"I'm not your son." I cut him off, overcoming the block in my throat and raising my head off Roman's chest. Somehow, my voice didn't shake.

Fear still arched through my veins like electricity, but I had come too far to be dragged back into the darkness that this bastard spread through my life like a pandemic. Roman, realizing I needed to stand on my own against Sebastian, dropped his arm off my shoulder.

Sebastian opened his mouth, no doubt to say something furiously, but I cut him off again.

"I'm not my son and you're not my father. Hell, you're nowhere close to being a parent." I hadn't the faintest idea where my sudden bravery was coming from but I didn't care.

"Boy-"

"No. I might've only had five years with an actual parent, but I know that parents aren't typically supposed to beat their kids halfway to death."

When I said that I heard both my friends inhale sharply.

Yeah, surprise bitches.

Sebastian's eyes hardened over, something that usually would've made me back down. A part of me still wanted to, but I pushed that part way down. Susan scoffed and looked to the side as if I was a toddler spinning a story.

"Watch your mouth, boy." Sebastian growled.

"Or what?" I had never talked back to him like that before. At this point if he left the house with me he wouldn't wait for New York, he'd leave me to die in some random Miami alleyway.

But I didn't care. I was done. Done being his punching bag, done following his commands, done living in fear, done. 

"My real dad might've fucked off," I boldly took a step forward, just a step, but it might as well have been a mile. "But you can't even compare to him. You're the definition of an asshole and I suggest you two get the fuck away from me before you regret it."

Susan and Sebastian looked taken aback for a second in response to me finally, finally, getting to say at least part of what I've been wanting to say for the last ten years. But Sebastians expression was quickly infected with anger.

He lunged forward and grabbed my arm in his familiar vice-like grip. I felt a vicious stab of my old fear despite me hearing Roman and Logan reach for their weapons.

"Let go of him." Logan warned, angrier than I'd ever heard him, but Sebastian ignored him.

"You're coming back with us whether you like it or not." The man growled, his eyes so dark I could see my own reflection. "And this time, you won't get away."

I imagined him dragging me back to the apartment in Queens and throwing me back into the tiny room. Getting back into the routine of hiding anything important under my mattress, coming up with explanations to everyone where I'd been and why my poster was everywhere. Worst of all, having to live with the knowledge that a whole other, better, world was out there, just out of reach.

I looked down at Sebastian's hand clamped around my arm, and felt a slight burn in my eyes that meant they had taken on their glow. I looked back up at Sebastian.

"I won't have to."

A brief look of surprise flickered over Sebastians features before I used my other hand to focus a ball of pure darkness and fling it at his chest.

Sebastian flew back, releasing his grip, out the door and hit the railing of the steps. Hard. Susan, her face frozen in fear, backed away and ran over to her bastard of a husband.

"What the hell-" Sebastian groaned but I shut him up.

The coldness of the shadows flowed through my veins and I barely felt in control of myself. I guided the darkness to swirl around his waist and raised him a couple meters off the ground. Sebastian thrashed and swore and yelled, but I just stared at him.

It would've been so easy to kill him. To just slam him into the concrete and let him feel just a fraction of the misery he caused me. A not-that-small part of me was trying to convince me to do so.

And why not? Sebastian Morgenstern is nothing but a pile of garbage in the vague shape of a man whose only reason for not beating me to death was the extra $200 a week from the state. No doubt the planet would be a better place without him.

Virgil what the fuck? You're not going to kill him you psychopath. The sensible part of my brain took back the reigns so instead, I tossed him- not that gently- to the sidewalk away from the house.

As the jackass sat dazed by the side of the road, I turned my gaze Susan who hadn't moved a muscle. Looking at me like I did something weird.

Oh right, I guess I kinda did. What-the-fuck-ever. I had negative levels of sympathy for these bastards.

I glared at her, knowing my eyes glowed brighter, and that snapped her out of her trance. She turned tail and ran down the steps, wobbling on her cheap Walmart high heels. I relaxed my powers, letting the tingling feeling in my nerves dissipate and my eyes cool down.

But, of course, Sebastian stumbled to his feet. I would've paid money for him to be hit by a bus Regina George style right then, but alas, it didn't happen.

"You fucking freak!" He yelled, pointing at me like he was accusing me of a crime. "I should've shut you up forever when I had the chance you stupid faggot!"

I winced at the word, it took me make to the horror that was the night of my fifteenth birthday, but I very quickly flooded with anger again. I went to launch myself forward but I was held back by a hand wrapped around each arm.

Although I had a feeling Logan and Roman were fighting the urge to kill my former foster parents themselves.

"Let them leave," Logan said softly in my ear, breaking through my anger and layer of fear. "They'll be dealt with soon, I promise."

I let my friends pull me over the threshold and back into the house but obviously, Sebastian had to have the last word.

"It was one of your faggoty friends that told me where you were, boy." He called, Susan trying and failing to pull him down the street. "You won't be with them for long I swear to god if-"

Logan slammed the door and locked it cutting him off.

"It was one of your friends that told me where you were."

I turned to look at Roman and Logan, who were looking at me carefully, waiting for me to say something. No way one of them would've told Sebastian where we were. No, I refused to believe it.

Then it came to me:

"How were you under the effects of charmspeak? We haven't met any other demigods."

"I do have a theory..."

"The thing about my brother-"

"It means that my brother...he..."

"Roman," I said surprisingly steadily. "I am going to murder your brother. Then, I'm gonna murder him again."

My friends looked at each other. Whatever they'd expected me to say, it wasn't that. They turned back to me with sympathy and traces of pride in their eyes.

And that's when the dam finally broke.

I couldn't fight back the tears and before I knew it, they were cascading down my face like a waterfall. All the fear and panic that anger had replaced came back a hundred fold and I felt like the air itself was crushing me down.

Roman pulled me into his arms and we sank to the ground, my eyes clenched tightly shut, my arms clutching him desperately and my eyes flooding with tears. 

"I thought- I thought that-" I gasped through my tight throat, trying to get the words out.

I felt Logans arm wrap around me and Roman, and any words were drowned in my harsh sobs. I pressed my face into Roman's shoulder to muffle the sound of my panic and despair personified. I couldn't stop crying. Sob after sob tore out of my throat until it to grew too raw to produce any noise.

The flow of my tears had dried substantially but I felt to drained to move my face from to comforting warmth of Roman, who was rubbing soft circles on my back. Logan was still hugging us tightly, both of them silently supporting me.

"...parents aren't typically supposed to beat their kids halfway to death."

They knew. I'd told them, the thing even the goddamn goddess of truth couldn't make me admit. And it had just slipped out. It finally dawned on me with a small jolt and I pushed myself away from my friends.

My back hit the door but I didn't care. I didn't look up at them; I didn't want to see the looks on their faces.

"I'm sorry." I said quietly, staring at the floor. I was just waiting for them to be angry or... something. They were probably going to decide I'm not worth the trouble I've put them through.

"Sorry?" Logan asked, sounding confused. "Why are you sorry?"

"Because I didn't tell you." I answered. I was very focused on the shiny white floor tiles as I brought my knees to my chest. "In fact, I actively refused to."

"We don't blame you at all for not telling us, Virge." Roman assured me. "It was your life. You should've been able to tell us when you felt comfortable."

My brain refused to believe his words.

"I just didn't want you guys to know how weak I really am." I said meekly.

"Weak?" Roman and Logan spoke at the same time, equal amounts of confusion and indignance in their voices.

"Virgil why-" Logan started but I cut him off by standing up and walking a little way away, my back to them. I still felt emotionally tired but I felt another wave of anger,

"Because that's all I am. Weak and a coward." I spat out at no one in particular. I heard my friends try to interrupt but I ignored them. "I'm a demigod for fucks sake! But I was still too chicken shit to stand up to Sebastian in the ten whole years I was stuck in that apartment with him."

"The most I ever did was try to call the cops on him! I would've talked to my social worker but he literally couldn't have given less of a shit. I still remember the day." I started to pace. "I was in third grade and the day before, Sebastian had hit me hard enough to leave bruises for the first time. So I called the police. They and my social worker inspected the apartment and stuff, I even showed them my bruises. But they didn't do anything! Nothing!"

I didn't know exactly why I was saying any of this stuff but for once, I didn't care.

"Since none of Sebastians actual devil spawn had any injuries, they decided that I was lying. And since I was already getting bullied at school Sebastian and Susan and even some of the kids convinced the officers that that was where the bruises were from. So they all just left me, an eight year old, in that apartment. I was only fucking eight." I stared through the window overlooking the Atlantic, trying to fight back my tears. "That night was when Sebastian broke my wrist for the first time."

I pushed the right sleeve of my hoodie up and extended it to the side so my friends could see it without me turning around. 

"After the fourth time he broke it, it sorta just stayed pretty crooked. I guess I just didn't set it right."

I could almost physically feel their shocked silence in the air.

"He broke my hand a couple times too. The last time was when I was when I was twelve and he got laid off from his job." I hesitated for a second, then looked over my shoulder. Roman and Logan were slumped against the wall, hanging on to my every word. I shrugged off my hoodie, leaving it discarded on the floor, and turned around completely. "That same night he also did this."

I lifted one side of my shirt up about halfway. Logans eyes went wide and Roman covered his mouth with his hand.

Just above my hipbone was a word carved in jagged white lines that I knew would never fade.

'Worthless'.

"It hurt more afterwards than it did during, thankfully I passed out about halfway through the 't'." I tried to lighten the mood a tiny bit but it was a feeble attempt. My friends were still staring at the scar frozen in shock. I wasn't sure myself how I was talking about this so casually especially when I hadn't ever told anyone about the word carved into my skin.

I cleared my throat to avoid crying, despite the building pressure behind my eyes, and lifted my shirt a little bit higher to reveal at least a dozen much smaller scars on my chest.

"These are from every time he broke a rib. Well, the ones you can see, anyway." I dropped my shirt back down. "And don't even get me started on all the glass cuts on my face. Luckily I'm pale as fuck so you really can't tell."

I carded my fingers through my hair and let them drift to the back of my head, where there was a raised jagged line. 

"Back here is from when he threw a beer bottle at my head because I tried to get him to use Joan's proper pronouns." I said softly, remembering broken glass and the smell of blood. "Joan was honestly the reason I ran away in the first place. One day they knocked on the apartment door right after Sebastian had left me with a swollen eye and asked if I was alright. Apparently they were in the apartment below us and heard basically everything

"I was too scared to tell them anything, in case Sebastian somehow found out and it was the police ordeal again. Joan kept checking in on me every time they knew he was gone but, like an idiot, I kept sending them away!" I was still pacing, feeling Roman and Logan's eyes on my every move but still not looking at them. "But one night, after Sebastian had done one of his worst, I snuck out when everyone else was asleep and knocked on Joans door. They answered, let me stay there for a bit, helped me with my injuries and fed me an actual meal, which was something I was sorely lacking."

A tear ran down my cheek but I wiped it away quickly, even if I knew my friends had already seen it. I risked a glance at them; Roman still had a hand over his mouth and his chin was trembling slightly. Logans blue eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

"And the worst part is," I felt a buzz of anger spark in my veins. "I can't even take him down for it! I ran away. So if I show up to my social worker or anyone that know I'm a runaway foster kid, I'll get sent to juvie! And after I get out, if I do try to take Sebastian down no one's going to take me seriously because as soon as you run away you're forever classified as 'The Problem'. No one will think I'm anything but 'The Bad Kid' and they'll just send me to group homes over and over. No one would look twice at my story! GODS  FORBID I HAVE PROOF OR ANYTHING!"

I smashed my fist into the wall, almost as hard as I could. A jolt of pain went up my arm, clearing my head but not doing much else.

"Fuck!" I swore, cradling my hand to my chest. Logan and Roman were at my side in a second.

"Virgil," Logans voice was thick but still soft as he reached for my freshly injured hand. "Let me help with that.

I pulled away and looked anywhere but my friends. Everything I had said finally registered with me and I realized that I had spilled all my darkest secrets, things I hadn't even told Joan, in a flurry of confusing and fucked up emotions.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why the hell did I do that?

"I need some air." I mumbled and turned away from them.

And I ran, not knowing where I was going. And not really caring either.

*******

Romans POV

The room was silent as soon as Virgils hasty footsteps faded.

Logan and I were equally speechless staring at where Virgil had turned and ran. My head was fuzzy, drowning in everything the son of Hades had just poured out and shown us.

"That night was when Sebastian broke my wrist for the first time...After the fourth time he broke it, it sorta just stayed pretty crooked. I guess I just didn't set it right."

"These are from every time he broke a rib. Well, the ones you can see, anyway."

"Back here is from when he threw a beer bottle at my head..."

"Because that's all I am. Weak and a coward."

"I..." I swallowed thickly, breaking the heavy silence. "I had no idea..."

Logan shook him head looking numb.

"So much makes sense now." I muttered as I ran my hands through my hair. I bet I looked a sight but for once that was incredibly low on the list of things I cared about. "When we first saw the poster in Grand Central, why he completely refused to make eye contact with anyone at first, what happened with Aletheia-"

"Gods, I should've deduced it sooner." Logan said, sounding uncharacteristically upset. he was pacing, faster and faster.

"You can't blame yourself for that, Lo." I looked back at him. His hands were fidgeting with each other like they only did when his mind was running a mile a minute. "It's not like Virgil wanted us to know. If that bastard hadn't shown up-"

"Oh gods, I almost let him in Roman! He was two steps in the door!" Logan exclaimed. His dark blue eyes looked darker than usual. "What if I didn't stop him? What would he have done? We know what he's capable of now! Did you see what he- what he carved into Virgil? That word..."

I remembered. I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to forget that or anything about what just had happened.

The rough, pale white letters engraved into Virgils skin that wouldn't ever disappear. The near hundreds of scars littered across his body flashed in front of my eyes every time I blinked.

The sound of Virgil's heartbreaking sobs echoed in my ears every second.

I could still feel the shape of Virgils trembling body shaking against mine. My shirt was still wet with his tears.

"I saw it." I said, mostly to myself.

I walked closer to Logan and placed my hands firmly on his shoulders.

"You can't blame yourself for not knowing. Just as Virgil can't be blamed for not telling us." It was an odd sensation, reassuring Logan in anything emotions-related. The son of Athena usually kept his feelings to himself, save Patton, but he was only human after all. 

"The only person that should have blamed placed on them is the son of a bitch that did this to him in the first place." I continued. About half my brain was wondering how far Sebastian could've gotten and how long it would take him to be on the receiving end of one of my throwing knives.

Logan pushed my hands off his shoulders and I noticed, surprised, that his hands were shaking.

"Please go find him. I would but- but," Logan backed away a step. He looked dangerously close to tears, his eyes glassy and his jaw set tightly. "But I can't. Please make sure he's- he's alright."

I saw the first tear fall as he spun around and fled in the direction of the kitchen, leaving me alone in a house that felt a lot bigger all of a sudden.

I stared after him. I hadn't seen Logan that emotional since he frantically pounded on my door back at camp to tell me Patton had disappeared. He woke up my entire cabin, even Remus who usually slept like a rock, and barely even noticed.

Not that I blamed him for being emotional. Logan had had his own experience with abuse, albeit a different kind. Even I had to almost physically stop myself from crying as soon as Virgil started to show us his scars. 

I shook my head to clear it and took a breath. I figured that I should go after Virge, so I scooped up the purple and black heap on the ground that was his hoodie and began my search.

I looked through the house in the direction he ran in, opening doors and looking through rooms as I passed. I idly ran my thumb over the seam of one of the stitched patches on Virgils hoodie, which I had never been able to look at up close for that long. It looked at first glance that the patches were part of the actual hoodie, but closer I could tell that Virgil had hand-sewed them onto it.

I wondered why he had to. I doubted that it was for fashion.

I glanced outside as I passed the glass sliding door that lead to the backyard and did a double take, seeing a shape sitting against a tree facing the ocean. I sighed in relief, feeling my growing anxiety settle.

I stepped outside the door and slid it closed behind me. I took in a breath of warm ocean air and let myself savour the feeling of the sun on my face. The yard was filled with memories of Remus and I laughing and splashing around with each other in the waves. Memories that now felt bitter.

I walked over to where Virgil was sitting. He stared out across the glimmering blue water and didn't look at me as I sat down next to him. We sat in silence for a second with only the sound of the waves crashing on the shore and the squawks of seagulls to fill our ears. Virgil's arms were bare in just his grey t-shirt and I remembered what I was holding.

"Here," I held out his hoodie. "I thought you might want this."

Why he'd want it in this heat, and literally on a beach, I didn't know. But his hoodie always seemed to bring him some sort of comfort.

"Thanks." Virgil said shortly with his voice sounding gravelly. He reached over, took his sweater out of my hands and pulled it on. His gaze slid to the sandy ground.

Another beat of silence passed before I spoke up.

"I don't think you're weak."

That got him to look up at me, a bit confused. His eyes were red like he had been crying while out here. I wouldn't have been surprised if he had.

"What?" He asked, as if I had just told him the sky was purple and full of hedgehogs.

"You said you didn't tell us because you didn't want us to think you're weak. Well I don't think you're weak." I told him simply with a shrug. "In fact I think you're hella strong. Probably the strongest person. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry you ever had to live like that."

The corners of Virgil's mouth twitched up for a second.

"That wasn't the only reason I didn't tell you guys." He confessed. The sunlight reflected in his violet eyes making them look brighter than they were. "I didn't want to be pitied, treated like I'm made of glass. I didn't want to look at your faces and see only sympathy I-"

"You don't need to explain. I get it." I leaned against the trunk of the palm tree, touching the side of my shoulder with his. "When you have to cling to something, you reach for iron bars. Not feather pillows."

"Nice poetry, Princey." Virgil commented with an adorable little snort.

"Hey, I'm not wrong!" I said with a smile, which grew when I saw him smile and shake his head too. After a second, I hesitantly said, "Hey, can I ask you something?"

He didn't say anything, but raised his eyebrows in what I assumed was a 'go on' motion.

"Do you want me to help you take him down? Because my dad's a really good lawyer, hardly ever lost a case, and I promise you he'd take your case, no problem."

Virgil looked surprised but the expression faded into a sad smile.

"I'm sure he's great," He told me, his left hand absentmindedly drawing slow circles in the sand. "But the system's broken, Ro. It's basically rigged against kids like me that have nowhere to go and nothing to their name. The best I can hope for is they send me to one of those state-run group homes for boys instead of juvie."

He looked as if this was a fact he'd accepted a long time ago.

"You do have somewhere to go though." I reminded him. He turned his head to look at me doubtfully. "You can stay at camp year-round! Logan'll be there with you and Patton and I usually drop in during the winter for a couple weeks. You would be safe from everything there, mortal and monsters alike."

"You think the other campers would be cool with that? They already don't want me there for even just a summer." He said after a puff of air like a half-chuckle.

"Who cares about them?" I scoffed. Then my voice took on a softness that only seemed to come out around the son of Hades. "I want you to stay."

Virgil, being shorter than me, was looking up at me. His gorgeous violet eyes shimmering in the Miami sun, his purple hair not pristine, but possessing it's own beauty as it softly tousled in the sea breeze.

Virgil wasn't exactly gold, not quite catching light and attention, but I would think of him as silver. So used to being in the shadows that he didn't expect to or even want to be seen. Maybe it was enough to tell Virgil that he was worth being looked at first and for the longest, worth of being seen.

And even if he and many others didn't, I knew that silver was a more rare metal. Harder to find than the type that burns like a supernova only to flame out. Virgil was like a steady white-blue flame, unyielding and beautiful. So very beautiful.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I leaned down and pressed my lips to Virgils.

When my brain caught up to what the hell I was doing, I pulled back as fast as I could.

"Oh my gods, I'm so sorry!" The words came tumbling out in a panicked rush. Virgil was completely frozen in shock, his lips parted and eyes wide in surprise. "That was totally out of line, I'm so sorry. I'm really sorry, I-"

Before I could finish, Virgil pulled my head down and kissed me again. My eyes slid closed and I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

His lips were warm and comforting. The kiss wasn't too fierce but it was intense with the desire. The same desire that had my mind buzzing as we had danced together in my mother's club. Virgil's hands were tangled in my hair and mine were against his back between his hoodie and t-shirt. We were pressed flush against each other and I couldn't tell if the heat was from us or the sinking sun.

I fell back a bit, hitting my back against the tree. We broke apart just long enough to laugh breathily. He pulled me into another kiss like he was scared I'd pull away and not come back.

After a while, could've been two minutes or twenty, we came up for air and leaned our foreheads against each others, breathing hard.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that." Virgil said breathlessly.

I laughed, feeling nothing but pure happiness. 

"I never thought that thing about being on cloud nine was a thing," I said, stroking my thumb over his cheek. I was close enough to see all of his pale freckles. "But it definitely is."

We smiled at each other, smiles that were completely honest and openly filled with love. 

Yes, I was 100% in love with Virgil August.

And under the dying golden rays of the sun sparkling on the water, I silently promised that I would never ever let anyone hurt him again. Not if I could help it.

AN - All comments are read and appreciated :)

National Domestic Abuse Hotline: 1-800-799-7233  please don't hesitate to get help if you need it.

Almost three times longer than my usual chapters so I hope it was worth it.

Was the happy ending to this chapter enough for you to forgive me for the rest? No? That's fair.

Stay safe and wash your hands everybody (or I'll steal your knuckles and make a stew)!

Fun Fact: Virgil used to live in Brooklyn with his mother before she died but was placed in a foster home in Queens almost immediately after.

Hope you enjoyed(?) <3