I couldn't finish the prompt for today so enjoy the second part to an oldie!
Sorry about that I didn't want to fail this on the second day
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Roman tapped his chin, his eyes scanning over the many pieces of papers littering his desk. He had one more wish to ask Virgil and he had no idea what. The pressure really was getting to him. This was the last touch of magic he would receive. Then it'd be gone and he'll just be Roman again. Plain old Roman who has nothing better to do.

Virgil was messing with his thumbs, watching Roman's expression switch between confusion to confidence then back to confusion. He couldn't help but stare at him wondering what he was going to wish for. Roman had managed to not use his third wish for months. During that time they both had grown accustomed to each other, a love-hate relationship if you must. Well, that's how Virgil saw it.

"Oh, I got it!" Roman jumped up the rolling chair, pushing it back to the other side of the room. He spun around knocking the arrangement of papers to the floor below.

Virgil felt his heart sink into his stomach, his throat clogging up.

"I wish-"

"Please, don't" Virgil croaked out as he tried to desperately hold his composure. Roman's smile faded from his face, his eyebrows wrinkling in confusion.

God Virgil, can't you keep quiet for once?

"Wait what, why not?" Roman stepped forward, tilting his head to the side. Virgil bit his lip raising his hands into a surrendering position.

"Forgive me" his eyes were glossed over in pure fear, "I shouldn't have said anything-"

Virgil shook his head forcing a smile onto his face. Roman was issued three wishes. It was not fair to him to not use one because of his emotions. Virgil was a mere servant. Nothing compared to the humans who ruled over him. He had magic but they had control.

"Go ahead."

"No." Roman met his gaze, his fist clenching. Virgil needed to say something and he wasn't going to let him pass it on.

"What is it?"

Virgil ran a hand through his hair, looking everywhere but Roman. He walked to the chair, taking a seat. Virgil didn't know how to word what he wanted to say. Roman was suppose to make three wishes, Virgil would grant them and then..

Then Virgil would leave, return to an empty home and life. Fall asleep until someone woke him up again. Someone who would not be Roman. For Roman would have moved on like everyone else did. He was a toy that became useless. Who would want that?

No one. No one would.

"Virgil, you can tell me anything"

Roman sank down in front of him,

placing his hands on his knees. Searching for answers only to be met with silence.

"It's.." Virgil started, his voice rough and scratchy. He could feel the lump in his throat grow bigger.

"This is your third wish" Of course he had to point out the obvious. They both knew that.

Roman nodded, "My third wish-"

"Once you make this wish, I-

Virgil sucked in a huge breath,

I disappear and I lose you..forever"

Virgil looked down at Roman tears manifesting in the corner of his eyes. It was selfish of him to want to stay with Roman. To not want to give him his last wish because of emotions he allowed to get to him.

"Oh" Roman quickly moved up wrapping his arms around the others frail frame. Virgil slipped his hands behind Roman's neck, sinking into the crook of his neck. He silently cried into him, god this was stupid.

Roman had a better idea now.

"Virgil"

"Yes?"

Roman stayed silent then pulled away, wiping the tears from Virgil's face, "I have a wish I need to make"

Virgil's eyes widened, had he not listened to him? Did he think he was joking? No, no Roman wouldn't, he wouldn't..he..he wouldn't.

He..

"I wish-"

Virgil placed a hand in front of him, a soft glow sprouting from his palm. Time slowly came to a stop, he could see the words threatening to fall from Roman’s mouth. Was he really up to the challenge?

Virgil shut his eyes, his lip being mistreated as his teeth ground into them. Had he allowed emotions to conquer his duty? So much he made his owner worry about him, develop concern over a servant. How could he been so insensitive?

How dare he think about his master in such a way? Even assume that Roman cared. Because if he did, he wouldn't wish again. He'd want Virgil to remain with him, to laugh and cry with. To live and die with. To argue and smile with. To hope and cherish one another as if he were a sapphire and the other a ruby. Maybe even love.

Love, a foolish thing. Something he allowed to eat away at his senses, distort the border between reality and fiction. Filling him with false joy. And if he still had sense, he would blame Roman.

He had to be himself, with his perfect, prince-like grin and his sparkling hazel eyes. Even if he was constantly a handful, he had a heart and showed Virgil true happiness. He needs to feel and taste and see him and this life forever. And maybe he could if he hadn't opened his mouth to remind him of the horrible truth. Maybe Roman didn't like him, but even if it were to be true, he craves to stay. He's never felt this feeling, something unusual and delightful. Something that will be ripped away. It's like stealing candy from a baby, he wants to sob, cry, scream...

And then he looked up, and those eyes held his vision. He couldn't help the choked up words that stumbled from his mouth as time started again, “I don't wanna go.”

Roman’s first words dropped, his eyes softening as he placed his hands upon his shoulders, “Virgil, I would never-”

“Please don't make me leave” Virgil sobbed, his gaze searching Roman’s face.

“Virgil listen-”

“Roman, please, I can't go. I don't want to go. Don't leave me. Don't let me go back.” Virgil's body was tormented with whimpers.

Roman wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a much needed hug. The warmth surged through Virgil, his eyes flashing gold as he tucked away in his chest. His cries muffled, tears leaving grey patches on his clothes.

“Virgil, I wish-”

Stupid words.

"I wish for you to be free with me." Roman whispered into his hair, his clutch tightening as he awaited the flood of magic to swirl around them.

Virgil took in the words, his eyes widening. Roman wanted him. He drew back, his eyes sliding to his hands. He held them up in front of him, the bracelets, more like chains, beaming a luminous gold. And as the first noise of freedom drifted through the air and rang in his ears, a laugh built up inside him. He was going to be free...with Roman.