Virgil shakily sighed, rubbing his temples as he looked himself in the mirror. "Positive thoughts...positive thoughts," he mumbled, shutting his eyes for a moment as he tried to drown out any temptations to just up and leave. "You're fine. Everything's fine. Just give it some time, Anxiety." He opened his eyes, being met with a tired face in his reflection. He let out a breath before. There was a sudden knock on his door, him looking over his shoulder. "Come in," he called, unsure of who would be bothering him at this time.
          The door opened, revealing none other than the stuck-up princess himself. Virgil looked him up and down, practically being blinded by the snow white outfit he wore. "What do you want?" Virgil asked, not caring whether or not he came off as rude. "Padre wants you down for breakfast," Roman replied, looking him up and down with pure judgment once again. Virgil huffed slightly, turning back to his vanity. "Tell him I'll he down in a minute. I'm doing my make-up." He leaned over his vanity, lightly swiping his brush over his lids to make the perfect black clouds. He had expected Roman to leave his room, but he watched through the mirror as he stepped in and closed to door behind him. Virgil furrowed his brows, watching him closely. "What're you doing?" He asked, eyes never leaving the perfect prince
          "I'm going to say this now while I have the chance," Roman said, crossing his arms as he approached Virgil. "No body wants you here."
          Virgil snorted, diverting his attention back to himself as he continued what he was doing. "Yeah, you made that pretty obvious," he said, unknowing of the fact Roman only grew closer. He didn't know how close he was until he felt a hand tangle in his hair, yanking him back harshly. Virgil let out a pained gasp, dropping his make-up brush and reaching to grab Roman's wrist. Roman looked Virgil in the mirror, his face holding an unkind expression. "You don't belong here," Roman spat. "You're just making things difficult for everyone."
          "Fucking– let me go!" Virgil yelled, digging his nails into Roman's hand as an attempt to get him to stop. Roman then shoved Virgil harshly, letting go of his hair and allowing him to ram into the nearby wall. Virgil stumbled, trying not to make any noises of pain. He didn't want to appear weaker than he already did. "Quit being in denial," Roman growled, Virgil looking up at the man that towered over him. "Thomas doesn't need you to be grounded. That's just an excuse you're using to stay here. You belong in Blackspace with the other cretins."
          "Cretins?" Virgil asked in a low, spite filled tone. He let out a chuckle, grin forming on his face. "We may be cretins, but at least we have hearts!" Roman scowled, glaring at Virgil. Virgil's grin only grew as he stood straight. "And I thought Remus was supposed to be the bad twin."
          "Don't you DARE mention his name!" Roman said, drawing his fist back and swinging at Virgil. Before his fist could make any contact with Virgil's face, Virgil grabbed his wrist harshly. His eyes widened, flashing a bright purple as he stated into Roman's eyes. Roman let out a shaky gasp, his own eyes widening as he froze in fear. Black bags began to form under his eyes, fear coursing through his veins. He tried to pull his arm from Virgil's grasp, but his grip was surprisingly strong.
          "Just because I'm Thomas' anxiety doesn't mean I can't use it against you," he hissed, shoving Roman back. The male nearly fell, stumbling as a pitiful attempt to keep his balance. He cowered at Virgil's glare, lump caught in his throat as his fear only escalated. Virgil's grin then fell, his eyes stopping their glow. "Get out of my room." Roman took a deep, shaky breath through his nose before turning to the door, rushing to get out.
          Virgil watched as the usually brave man scrambled to exit his room, huff leaving him. He got down and picked up his brush, dusting it off before turning back to his mirror. He froze, eyes widening twice their size. His face was riddled in sparkly, purple spots, his second set of eyes having been open. How had he not noticed any of this happening? He dropped his make-up brush, quickly rubbing his face to try and hide it. He looked back at his reflection, a shaky sigh of relief leaving him as he saw he now looked normal again. He hung his head, pressing his hands against the top of his vanity.

          The little yellow snake watched from beneath a pile of clothes, the little noodle-like creature sticking its tongue out for a moment. She ducked as Virgil quickly walked by, making his way to his door. The snake tilted her head curiously, watching as Virgil hesitated to open the door. After a moment, he finally exited the room, unaware that he had a set of eyes on him the entire time.