First Published: November 14th 2017

Pairing: moxiety

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 373

Warnings: none

Summary: Just a calm conversation between two sides.

*I find this one calming and rather cute.

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Virgil was cuddled loosely into Patton's chest. He lightly tapped Patton's shoulder and the other shifted in accordance, revealing the inside of his forearm. Virgil trailed the pen he held delicately in his fingers from one of Patton's many freckles to another to create nonsensical shapes and lines with no determined end.

Patton paused his rambling every now and then to glance down at Virgil's ministrations, but for the most part, he let his softly-spoken words drift into the moonlit area around them.

"Roman and Logan were having an argument about penguins today," he chuckled. Virgil smiled minutely, but remained silent. "Roman had said that they don't have knees and Logan was trying to tell them that they do and we just can't see them. Then Roman was like, 'If we can't see them then it doesn't exist!' and Logan told him that he had never seen a dragon-witch, so by Roman's logic, then they didn't exist! After a while they realised how silly the argument was and they started laughing. It was nice to see them get along."

Virgil hummed, gaze not once flicking away from his drawings. Patton didn't mind though. He was content just lying here with Virge.

Patton didn't realise he had trailed off until Virgil looked up at him questioningly. Morality smiled and returned to running his hand through Virgil's hair.

The man in his arms was truly beautiful, and Patton wished he could see that. The filtered light of the moon and stars illuminated Virgil's pale skin, so unlike Patton's sun-kissed own, and his soft lips. He felt the urge to lean down just a little and press his own to Virgil's, but for now, he denied himself that in favour of simply watching.

"I'm done," Virgil murmured after a while, pulling away from Patton's arm.

Patton startled. He almost forgot that Virgil was still awake. He lifted his arm to his face and took in the view. At first, he couldn't tell what it was beyond vague shapes until he realised that Virgil had drawn the constellations littering the mind-constructed night sky outside the window.

"I love it," he whispered in awe. He wrapped his arm around Virgil again and pulled him closer. "I love you."