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So without further adieu
What's your favorite candy?

Pairing: Prinxiety

Roman couldn't believe it, it had all happened so quick, so sudden, he didn't even have time to react before he felt the cold blade of his enemy peirce his stomach. And then the pain came not too long afterwards, and the witch he had been fighting, gone.

He remembered feeling the white hot pain spread from his stomach, rising to his lungs and heart. He remembered collapsing, his hands weakly pressed against the open bleeding wound, he remembered the way his trembling fingers slipped and stuck to his blood soaked shirt, he remembered not being able to breathe. His chest felt tight, as if a large weight was pressed against him, he remembered the way his vision faded and blurred at the edges.

He also distinctively remembered the sharp wheezes and whimpers that came from him, the tears that slid down his cheeks, the desperation of wanting someone to be there with him. He had watched the shining moon rise and the stars fill the sky, he had felt himself slip in and out of consciousness, he felt himself nearly die countless times until he had to bite down on his bottom lip till it bled in order to keep himself awake and focused on his shallowed breathing

Time passed painlessly slow, each minute felt like an hour, each hour felt like a lifetime, he had already began to lose hope as soon as he felt his body go numb from cold, he had been left there, blessings out for hours now, and he was so tired...

Perhaps it would be best if he gave up, let the wound take over and end his pain.

He slid his hands away from the wound and allowed his blood to seep through his torn clothes and drip into the earth beneath him, he allowed his final tears to be shed before he shut his eyes.

And he drifted...

"Roman!"

The sound of his name from afar barely reached his ears.

"Roman are you here!?"

The prince knew that voice, he just couldn't quite remember who it belonged to.

"Please Roman answer me!!"

The sound of footsteps became louder and louder until they came to a sudden stop, a sharp gasp was heard and then heavy and quick breathing. "Roman! Oh my God, oh my God please be alive." The voice begged and a person was suddenly on the ground, besides Roman's pale figure. "Oh God please..." A warm hand was pressed against his neck while another grazed his open wound. Roman took a sharp breath and coughed painfully, forcing his lungs to take in large breaths.

“Roman? Roman can you hear me?” The person asked frantically, the royal groaned and forced his heavy lids open, he blinked away the blurriness and was met with wide frantic eyes that held dark bags beneath them. “Virgil...” He rasped weakly.

The dark persona cried and hugged the prince tight. “You idiot...” He sobbed into his shoulder. “I'm sorry love...” Roman apologized. “Don't be!” Virgil demanded and pulled away from the embrace. “Can you stand?” He asked anxiously. “I can try.” Roman suggested.

With the help of Virgil, Roman was slowly brought to his feet, he pressed his arm hard against his wound and leaned on Virgil for support. “This won't kill me, that much I know, for some reason whenever I'm in the imagination I have a much faster healing factor.” He explained, trying to ease Virgil of his worries. “Let's just get you out of here, you're as cold as ice.” Virgil huffed and half carried, half dragged Roman along with him.

“Hey Virgil....” Roman whispered after a long moment of silence dragged on.

“Yeah?” Virgil hummed.

“Thank you, for saving me.” Roman smiled, despite having almost died mere minutes ago.

“....You're welcome....” Virgil mumbled reluctantly.

“Roman, you know I love you right?”

“....Of course I do, I'd be dead if you didn't.” Roman chuckled.

Virgil rolled his eyes and wiped away his remaining tears from before.

And for a moment, everything was okay again.