*yeah, it's another tumblr promt ^~^*

11. "Dear Diary, ..."
15."I'd kill for a coffee...literally"
24."It's six o'clock in the morning, you're not having vodka"
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"Dear Diary,- ok no, that's cliche as all hell", grumbled Virgil to himself. "Why am I doing this shit again? Oh right Logan said it would 'ease some tension' and Dad said it would be 'fun', tch yeah right"

He groaned when he realized that he was still speaking out loud, scratching a line through his words, he wrinkled his nose at the fact that he even tried the idea.

Insomnia was kicking his as-behind, it was kicking his behind and he was sick of it. He had nothing to be anxious about, Thomas was ahead of schedule. Joan, Talyn, Terrence, Dominic, Deliah and Val had all been around and even in videos for the week. So there was no need to worry about them. Bills were paid and the next script was half way done and as mentioned before, it was ahead of schedule. So why couldn't he sleep?

It was going on Day three-nope the sun's up-day four. Virgil sighed, while he could and has gone on for longer without sleep, the sheer amount of social interaction he had this week was draining. So much so that it made him want to pass out and yet not enough for that to actually happen.

Giving up and tossing the "diary" somewhere behind him, the dark trait stood up from his desk and headed outside, a certain idea popped into mind and he already knew we Patton kept the stash.

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Just as he was about to pour the silver bottles' contents into his glass- it was snatched from him.

"Hey-!"

"It's six o'clock in the morning, you're not having vodka"

"I can do what I want Princey,  now give it here so I can drink myself into blissful unconsciousness-"

"Why would you-"

"Because this is day four and I want to die"

"....day four?...Virgil when's the last time you slept?"

"Gee I dunno Sir obvious, why don't you stop for a moment and think about the question you just asked, hmm?" Snapped the younger trait, throwing his hands up.

"Hey, look I was just trying to be nice-"

Virgil deflated quickly, running a tired hand through his messy bangs.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm just I don't know-"

"Cranky?", supplied Roman.

"Probably-"

"Probably?"

Virgil shrugged.

"Look, all I know is that I'd kill for a coffee...literally but I can't do that because I'm not up for the hallucinations that day six brings"

The Royal raised a brow, "day six? What happens on day five?"

"Oh you know, the usual, me staring at the ceiling till the sunrises"

"Wow-"

"Yeah, that's my life, so if you'd excuse me- hey! What are you doing?! Princey put me down!"

Roman said nothing as he carried the younger counterpart bridal style through the halls.

"Seriously man, put me down!"

"No can do, Mr. Gloom and doom-"

"And why the hell not?", huffed the emo. He tried to cross his arms but flailed around and gripping onto Roman's tunic  when he felt his weight tip.

"Because you're shaky and I don't want you face planting on the way to my room"

"Your room? Why in fresh hell would I- holy shit"

The Prince smirked as Virgil's wide eyes scanned his room with amazement.

"You like it?" He asked, unable to keep the amusement out from his voice.

"Yeah, it's huge!" Roman chuckled at that, "it's almost big enough to fit your ego", the Prince's face fell instantly.

He glared down at the armful of Anxiety that he carried. "Oh, you just have to be snarky, don't you?"

"It's what I live for Princey", shrugged Verge.

"Mhm, and not a minute ago you wanted to die-"

"It's always say that-"

"True, now get into bed-"

"Wow, you're pushy, you didn't even let me finish my drink first, I mean hell it was right there you didn't even have to buy it for me first"

"Virgil!"

The Prince's face was as red as his sash and the younger trait clearly noticed.

"Heh"

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"What are you doing?"

"Changing the room?"

"What? How?"

"I'm the embodiment of Creativity, watch me"

The Royal snapped his fingers and instead of walls the two personas on the bed where soon surrounded by a calm grassy meadow.

"Woah-"

"Thank you, but I feel like this is more my style than it is yours, I'll try again"

Once more Roman snapped his fingers and this time the two were surrounded by a sea of stars.

"There much better! Dont you think Virgil?"

Said trait didn't reply, instead he watched with open wonder, the Prince could literally see the stars in his eyes.

"This is...", he paused not having the words to proper words to describe it, "thanks Princey, it's nice"

"Any time Verge, now count them and go to sleep"

Virgil laughed.

"I'll be honest with you, I'm not sure that will work-"

"And why not?"

"Because, I've counted every crack on my ceiling walls, what do you think I've been doing for four nights straight? Besides are the constelations even real?"

"Of course they're real, Royalty deserves the best and I, of course, am a Royal-"

"Yeah, a Royal pain"

"Oh haha, but seriously count them Verge, you need sleep"

"I'll try"

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"803"

"804"

"805"

"80-*yawn*7"

"80-*yawn*8

"80-9", his eyelids were slipping closed

"80-*yawn*", he could no longer hold up his hand.

"8-", what number was he on again?

"8-..."

Roman chuckled silently, listening to Virgil count himself to sleep was amusing as it was adorable. Gently he lifted the covers over his half-awake counterpart.

"Sweet dreams Verge"

He received a small mumble that could have been a "thanks" and the younger snuggling down into the sheets as a reply.

With a smile the Prince closed his eyes and snapped his fingers again and the room became black as the stars blinked out one by one.

Soon enough both traits were peacefully slumbering in calm darkness.