AU: Human

Ship: Anxceit

Prompt: Virgil had a problem, and that problem had a name. He wrote it down slowly and stared at it. Even on paper his name looked like trouble, starting with the letter...

Requested by: @sauntered-VAGUELY 

Warnings: Alcohol mention, hints at smut (It's really a minor worry from Virgil, but nothing happened but I still wanted to have this warning.) Let me know if there is anything else

Summary: Virgil needs to make a decision on how to deal with a problem, Now. So he thinks back to how the problem started.

F/A/H-C: Uh. I don't know. Tbh.

 POV: 3rd

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Side Note: Yes, Hi! I'm still here, life has just been crazy!!! I am getting to the requests, and of course, I am still accepting new ones for this game!! This is honestly a lot of fun to do! (Excuse the weird spacing for this bit, my laptop is not being nice.)

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Virgil had a problem, and that problem had a name. He wrote it down slowly and stared at it. Even on paper his name looked like trouble, starting with the letter 'D', it could stand for any number of things, ranging from Demonic to Determined. In all honesty, Virgil didn't know which end of the spectrum he fell under. He didn't really want to know. 'E', Eloquent, egotistical. 'C', cunning, creepy. 'L' lanky, Lovely. 'A' Abrasive, adept. And finally ending with 'N', nonchalant, needed.

'Declan.'

Virgil's problem's name, was Declan. His name echoed back memories, memories of that name being first associated with the strikingly beautiful face he swore would haunt his dreams. He was just a bit taller than Virgil, his heterochromatic eyes looking down at Virgil with an unreadable expression. His almost sickening smile to match. The look reminded Virgil like that of a snake staring down it's next prey.

The look made Virgil's stomach twist up into knots. He couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. He just knew it was different. Changes were never a good thing for him, he was well aware of that. So that's why this was a problem. Declan was different. He made Virgil feel different, and looked at him different.

Declan's very presence was different than anyone he had ever been around. His suave nature could rival Roman's. And he was an extraordinary flirt. Virgil should have been disgusted, he should have rolled his eyes at this guy, and told him to fuck off. But he didn't. He responded positively to these remarks. A hint of his own sass and sarcasm coming out around him. Normally he couldn't be like that around Patton and Logan.

Instead they went out for drinks that night. The night becoming hazy and foggy in his memories. All he knew was that he woke up in his apartment the next morning, luckily still clothed from the night before. Declan was nowhere to be found, except for the number in his pocket.

It took him a bit longer than it should have for him to connect the dots. But once he did, he knew he needed to make up his mind. Was he supposed to call Declan with only vague memories of the night prior? Or was he supposed to wait. If he waited would he miss his chance? He thought he had his mind made up. No. He would not call this guy. He hated these types. But then he remembered.

He remembered Declan's eyes, looking at him. His expression making more sense in his now clear mind. It was want, desire, hunger even. But Virgil was not going to be able to fully tell what Declan wanted him for. Was it just for a one-night stand? Friends with benefits? Or something more?

The possibility of that made his heart stop. Suddenly he was having vivid scenes play out in his head. Scenes of Declan reassuring him, helping him keep calm. Holding him close, holding him gently, carefully. Kissing him, but not rough and needy like last night. Loving and sweet. He could almost feel the phantom lips on his.

That's what he wanted. Deep down he knew that. But he wouldn't let himself hope for that. It wouldn't work out, he probably just wanted a one-night stand and that's it. No commitment or something like that. His mind constantly wandered back to the sappy scenes. Making him want them even more. He tried to get his mind to focus on the bad things, arguments that could happen, Declan cheating on him or hurting him, leaving him heartbroken.

But the problem still remained.

The one time he wanted his mind to focus on the bad. It refused to. He didn't know if this qualified as progress that he should bring up to his therapist, or if it was just his mind being stupid again. Either way, it was a little annoying. Well, more than a little if he was being honest.

He had already saved the number into his phone, almost subconsciously. The name now written on paper stared back at him. He had written down a note to himself. One that would determine how this entire part of his 'love life' if one could call it that, would play out.

On the little sticky-note, he wrote, 'Call Declan.' Now, whether he burned it, or pinned it up on his little tack board. Would decide what he did. Burning it, may not get rid of the thought, but that's what his therapist said tends to help with thoughts you wanted to get rid of. Then again, those were things that were dangerous. In all technicality this could be dangerous too.

He needed to make up his mind. Now or never. He took a deep breath and grabbed his phone, immediately unlocking it, and going to his contacts. The name Declan stared back at him, feeling like a dare. His eyes flickered between the 'Delete contact' button and the 'call' button. So much that he felt like his head was spinning. He shut his eyes tightly.

And hit the call button.

Deciding to risk his heart this one time.

Maybe he won't regret it.