I tried my best.

"TW": The fluffiest fluff I could provide (it's most likely gonna suck but shh-)

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Virgil was at peace. 

Now, this isn't something he could say often, but right now he was completely and utterly relaxed, almost beyond his very understanding.

As a dash of sunlight hit his closed eyelids, he started to lazily take in his surroundings. He could feel warmth coming from all around him, but particularly on his waist and the side and back of his head. That was, he found as he slowly pried his eyes open, because someone's arm was draped across his torso, and their other arm was holding up his head.

He blinked various times, and finally made himself fully aware of what was going on.

Roman was beside him, cradling him like he was the most important person in the universe. Even just thinking of that made his heart burst with joy. But no, not the kind of loud joy that makes you want to scream to the world how happy you are. No, it was what Roman had defined in the past as quiet joy (Virgil found the name quite fitting), a joy that slowly seeps into your bones until it completely embraces you, softly, gently, and strikes you dumb with how sweet it feels.

Quiet joy. 

Roman had always called Virgil's beauty 'Quiet', too. Not because it was invisible to people who didn't like him or because he didn't talk about it, no. It was quiet because it went beyond physical appearance, and not many realized that, so it often went on undiscovered. 

Virgil's eyes were pretty, yes, incredibly so, but they were also enticing, and they sparked like the night sky whenever he was happy. His lips were soft, delicate and rosy, sure, but they were also expressive and profound, so much that every single smirk, smile and even scowl that Virgil made, they should be proud to be the bearers of such intriguing facial expressions. 

Roman could go on and on, analyzing every single inch of his boyfriend's face and body without once not knowing what to say.

It was one of the things that made Virgil love the other so much. But it definitely wasn't only that. No, Virgil adored all of Roman. From his slight arrogance to his soft heart, from his strong arms to the beauty mark under his left eye, everything.

Sometimes, he felt hopeless. Like he would always keep falling desperately in love, over and over again, and no one would catch him, but every time his boyfriend held him, his fears were disproven and scattered out of the window. That's just what Roman did to Virgil.

He provided comfort and made the other feel safe while constantly helping him get out of his shell and test his limits.

Eventually, the beam of sun hit Roman's face as well, and the princely one woke up, a dazed and confused expression on his God-like face. He looked down to see if Virgil was still there like last night, and to his delight, he was. 

Laying there, wild bedhead and no makeup to cover his freckles, wearing his boyfriend's shirt, Virgil looked at his most vulnerable, but felt safer then he'd ever been.

"Hmm...Good morning, Love..."

Roman mumbled out, confused, leaning forward to plant a small kiss on the tip of Virgil's nose. He giggled.

"Mornin' Princey..."

Mornings were easily their favorite part of the day.

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There you go, pointless, plotless fluff.

I feel like it kinda sucked my imma post it anyway bc I want feedback-

On a different note, how are you all getting along during these weird times? I hope things aren't going too bad!

Byeee!

~K.A.P.!

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