I felt like changing things up ok?
~Jay

Virgil's pov
I pulled out my paints, easel and a canvas. I had to give Patton something amazing. I decided I would go to the imagination and find inspiration there. If I thought about something I would get a landscape that I could paint that had a similar aesthetic to what I was thinking. I snuck out the easel first, then the canvas and finally my paints. I set up my equipment and thought about Patton and how I felt around him. Warm, comfortable, loved. A scene had been painted around me and I picked up my brush, ready to replicate it on the canvas. I blended the blue hues at the top of the canvas with the purples and pinks lower down from the sunset scene. Then I painted the sea. Not a direct mirror of the sky but still beautiful and clear as day. I poured my heart out onto the canvas in all of the wondrous shades that showed how I really felt. I looked at the painting, stepping back to admire my work. I saw that I had formed a rose in the colours in the sky. I looked at the sky and the rose was also there, clear as the water would be if the Sun behaved normally here. I dipped my thinnest brush in a deep blue and wrote my signature for this art on the part of the cliff that I had drawn. It was a simple insignia. The letters V A S all in one stroke. It spelled out my initials " Virgil Anxiety Sanders." I smiled, satisfied with my work. I picked up the canvas carefully. I held my paint case in the opposite hand and tucked my easel under that arm. I shuffled into the house, careful not to drop my easel because if I did I would be caught. I dropped the picture off at Patton's door and carried my things back to my room a little easier. I put them in the cupboard and flopped onto my bed. I fell asleep relatively quickly. I woke up and trudged downstairs. I poured a cup of coffee and looked at Patton, he was staring at my cheek. I took out my phone and saw that I had a streak of blue paint on my face. The exact blue that I always wrote my insignia in on Patton's paintings. He seemed to connect the dots and rushed at me. I yelped but he only hugged me. I returned the hug hesitantly. I heard sobbing. I panicked and pulled Patton off of me. He was crying.
"W-what did I do wrong?! Did I upset you? It's my fault isn't it?"
"N-no! All this time I thought Roman was painting those pictures, every time I thanked him when I should have been thanking you!"
I was shocked. He liked them. I hugged him tightly and let him cry. I played with his hair and rubbed his back, both were things that calmed me down so i thought that they might calm him down as well. His sobs turned to hiccups and I smiled.
"Do you wanna watch me paint? I could teach you if you want?"
"Yeah! I wanna learn how you do that, you make so many pictures in just one and it's amazing"
"I don't do that on purpose. I'll go get my stuff, meet me in the imagination." He smiled and nodded, running off. I went up to my room, got the paints easel and a bunch of canvases and some paper as well. I walked into the imagination. Patton was sat in a field of daisies. As I walked in the sky darkened and night fell. A million fireflies lit up the world around us and I decided what I was going to paint. Patton was so enthralled by the insects that I had a chance to paint my entire base layer before he looked. I blushed and felt a hand brush my cheek. I turned my head to see Patton's face a few centimetres from mine I pressed forwards, taking him by surprise, he kissed back before I could pull away and when we finally did part, the air was sweeter and I pulled him in front of me, guiding his hands as we finished the painting together. The final product was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. A wondrous display. A picture of us kissing in the night as a million little fireflies danced around us, lighting up the night with pure beauty. I dipped the paintbrush in my blue and wrote my own insignia before handing it to Patton for him to sign it, a love heart illustrated with the letters of his name. I added one final detail in red paint. A heart around our insignias. I then wrote in fine, slanted handwriting, "Patton and Virgil's first joint painting" I kissed him and began to pack away. I put all of the paints and brushes away as he folded up the easel. I offered to carry it but he wouldn't let me. I smiled. We brought everything in and fell asleep on the sofa, him curled up on top of me, one of my arms around his waist, the other supporting my head. We fit each other perfectly and I loved that.