forum Prinxiety // O/O // OPEN // Sorry I need it

Started August 24, 2019 by @bubblegum

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You saw the title. I need some hot n fresh prinxiety. Just a ton of tumblr posts about them combined into one big adorable relationship. Perhaps a ton a little angst here and there. I'll be Virgil.

I need this, too. I will totally play Roman, even though that'll be a first for me, lol.

(I'm not going to be able to respond again until morning though, sorry to make you wait)

!!!!!! I will play other sides if you like, but if you want a one on one just know I’ll be stalking

It's okay, both of you can join as Roman and the other sides! No templates are needed, of course…perhaps we could start like the day before Roman asks him out or smth
((also @PunsAndShips, my friend who's reading this over my shoulder thinks you're cool))

Yay, tell your friend they’re cooler

I will! Anyone wanna start or shall I?

Uhh, preferably not me at the moment because I won't have time to start or respond to this tonight. I should have time tomorrow, though!

I don’t want to start it, but I can reply for a while rn

I'm free right now actually, for like a half hour. I would start, but I want to make sure it's okay with you guys first?

I’m good whenever

Oopsies…I'm late again :/ It's okay though, I'll start!
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It was simply another day in the mind palace. What a grand place. Four bedrooms, a couple bathrooms, a kitchen, dining room, and living room. How grand.
Virgil was sitting in the living room, slumped against the arm of the sofa, his head leaning back against it. His earbuds were in (Probably Mr. Brightside) and his eyes were shut, as they often were when he was extremely bored.

Roman sauntered out of his room as if he owned the place (which, as the creative trait, he, in part, did), whistling a tune that sounded suspiciously like 'Let It Go' from Frozen. As he walked, his princely boots made a faint clunk sound, perfectly in time to the notes he was whistling. He paused at the end of the hallway, deciding where he wanted to go, before spotting the anxious trait relaxing on the couch. Almost instantly he directed his feet towards the hoodie-clad hottie, foregoing his tune for the time being to sit next to him. By "sit," Roman obviously must have meant something else, because he leaned against the back of the couch near Virgil, then proceeded to topple over backwards until his knees were hanging off the back and he was staring up at his upside-down storm cloud. He waved excitedly, straightening his sash from the movement, and waited for Virgil to remove his earbuds before offering a greeting. It was painfully clear how bored Roman must be if he was bothering the (debatably) most dangerous Side while he was resting.

((I'm giving him the ever-present purple hair because I love it))
Virgil opened one eye, some strands of purple hair falling into his face. Noticing it was Roman, he opened his other eye, taking one earbud out to listen to whatever he had to say.

Patton and Logan (and the other two) were both in their rooms because their presence was unnecessary to progress the plot

((same lmao) (and sorryyy, I hope you get to come in soon!))

"What's this? Virgil…are you smiling?" Roman asked, his tone one of mock disbelief. "Oh, wait—" He righted himself on the couch, bumping shoulders lightly with the emo in the process. "Everything's right in the world! I was just upside down," he informed seriously, before breaking into a goofy smile. His equally purple hair was combed back in his usual stylish do, and his outfit was as regal as ever, but his expression lacked any of the mistrust he used to have for the anxious trait. Instead, they gleamed with eagerness to talk to him. "So what are you listening to?"

"Mr. Brightside," Virgil responded, turning to face him. "It's a good song." His hoodie was wrinkled as it often was, and his eyeshadow was just as dark as ever, although he seemed to be paying enough attention to Roman. Of course he was. He'd gained trust in the side over time, although how much was debateable.

“Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me,” Roman commented, casting a wistful glance at one of the hanging earbuds. “You mind?” he asked, gesturing to it.

Virgil looked down at his earbuds, blinking his eyes back up to Roman. He could do that. "Sure," He responded, holding one out to him.