Warning: It contains broken glass and anxious people. Swear warning. A little bit of gay.

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Roman paused all movement as he began hovering mid-air. Wings fluttering ever so gently as the wind blew, ruffling his gorgeous red and gold feathers.

The dashing man took a deep breath in, then out slowly. He continued doing this for a while, sweat dotting his forehead as his wings ached from flying so long. Once his heartbeat had slowed down to a healthy rate he decided to scan his surroundings.

He looked around once feeling like he was out of the clear and far away from where he came. He shook his head. It's okay ro, you can do this. You can abandon all you know and start again, it's not that hard, he told himself. With a smile, he nodded to himself satisfied as he took off higher into the air. His exhausted state searching for a place to rest.

"There the *sshole is!" A voice called out startling roman causing him to fly faster and faster in attempts to get very far away from that voice of all voices, bloody siblings.

"I dunno gurlll fly faster maybe !?" The other voice responded making Romans heartache. Was Remy, seriously betraying him after all that. Did their friendship mean nothing to him!?

Roman was so caught up in his own thoughts he didn't even notice the -uh- window in front of him. The glass shattered in slow motion shards slicing through red wings as Roman fell face-first into a calm looking house, right into the top floor.

The winged man looked about his skin burning. Eyes searching for an exit point only for his gaze to fall on a terrified-looking blob of purple and black. Once the shock faded and Romans' eyes were able to focus he realized that the blob was actually a startled human male who had his back pressed tightly into the corner of the room staring at roman with wide eyes.

"I-I-I can explain!" Roman muttered raising his hands up to the side of his head in some kind of surrender, his wings folding up against his back in an attempt of staying hidden. Although it was kind of too late for that.

The purple one didn't seem to respond body shaking as he took in deep breaths seeming to try and calm his nerves. Not that it seemed like it was working though. They seemed far too troubled by Romans' appearence.

Roman not really knowing what to do took a step forward which caused the purple one to flinch. Okay, that's not going to work. Suddenly a happy voice chimed in-

"Hey, kiddo hows my dark strange son doing?" The blue one asked a happy tune to his voice." UM, Hey Virgie you okay I brought cookies." The blue spoke once more only to drop his plate as his vision went from the purple one to roman.

The winged man half expected the light blue one to "scream" but he simply rushed forward scooping the purple one into his arms. Cradling the other as he stroked his hair. Muttering soothing words into there ear.

Roman stood there confused until the light blue one stopped hugging the other and sat him down approaching roman. His eye's held no malice, but his posture did reak of caution.

"Hey, the names Patton! Just wondering why you're here? I didn't even hear the bells ring so how did you get those wings!" Patton spoke softly, smirking slightly at his joke which made roman smile a bit in return.

"Ah, a Christmas classic!" He responded which made Patton squeal with delight.

"See no need to be afraid of him, he likes my jokes!" Patton said absolutely delighted jumping up and down while Roman continued looking for an exit.

The purple one stood up, hands tucked into his hoodie. Head hanging low, face hidden by his hood as he approached

"Patton stand back! He just crashed through our window you don't know what he can--" The purple one spoke only to be cut off by Patton's worried cry. Virgil's gaze harshened.

"Ohno Virgil he's injured, we got to help him!" Pottan exclaimed already rushing forward and pulling Roman towards him. The winged man panicked slightly as the blue one sat him down on the couch.

"I'll be back, let me get the bandages, Virgil watch. him!" Patton called out rushing into the kitchen.

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Roman and Virgil exchanged glances awkwardly The winged one still looking for a quick exit as the purple one looked the other way, hood hanging down covering up an extent of his face.

Virgil looked towards Roman nervousness settling in the pit of his stomach as his lungs screamed at him with each sharp intake of breath. But besides that fact, Virgil couldn't deny how hypnotically captivating Romans' wings are. No, no Virgil, don't think that way. He's the enemy, he needs to leave, he's going to mess everything up. You don't want that, do you? He asked himself.

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Notes: My god. . .