Prompt: a god or spirit or something kidnaps Virgil because of his beauty or his art or his magic in the past and such
+Logan gets hurt :>
+Remus (only a little at the end -still very important tho)

Yalls are gunna have fun with this one :>

Warning: blood, poison, kidnapping, almost death

Virgil pressed his face into the mattress of Logan's bed, hunched over in his chair as he held Logan's hand tightly. His boyfriend's skin was cold and clammy, his hand limp in Virgil's hold, but Virgil only held it tighter to compensate for the lack of life -though he tried not to think about that too much.

It had been all his fault. If he hadn't decided to go into town with Logan than none of this would have happened.

He'd convinced Logan to go to town with him to get a surprise for Patton, since his birthday was coming up soon, and he'd convinced Roman to stay back and distract him. It hadn't taken much convincing, all it took for him to agree was to get permission from Virgil's parents first -and they'd happily agreed as long as he stayed near where the guards patrolled.

Of course someone just had to try and attack him while they were out, because nothing was ever simple any more -not that it really ever had been if Virgil was being honest. And Logan, his stupid self sacrificing idiot of a boyfriend, had shoved him out of the way in time to dodge a dagger, but had wound up getting stabbed instead. Virgil could still vividly remember watching with wide eyes from where he'd been shoved to the ground as the blade sunk into the soft unprotected flesh of Logan's torso, near his kidney if not his kidney directly. He'd quickly snapped into action after that, and was able to hold off the attacker with a broom until a group of guards showed up and detained the man.

Everything else was a blur after that. He remembers talking to Logan, telling him he'd be fine and that he was sorry, so so sorry. He remembers Logan's blood on his hands, staining his skin and his shirt. He might have thrown up at some point, his mouth tasted awful enough for him to have, but he couldn't remember.

The next thing he knew Patton was pulling his shirt of and scrubbing his skin to get the blood off, his eyes red and his cheeks wet from crying.
He was back in the castle somehow, but he didn't know where exactly he was, and Patton was saying something to him but the words just passed through one ear and out the other, unheard. He felt almost numb, a minute ago everything had been to much and now there was just nothing.

Then another shirt was put on him and he was gently pulled from that room and down a hallway.
They met up with Roman outside the infirmary, he was sitting slightly hunched over in one of the chairs kept in the hall, but he perked up slightly when they sat down next to him.

"Don't worry, they already stopped the bleeding and I'm sure they'll get him patched up in no time," Roman said as he draped an arm across Virgil's shoulders, pulling him against his side while doing the same with Patton on his other side.

Virgil didn't know how long they sat there for, waiting for news. Every second felt like hours but every time he glanced out the window it wasn't as dark as he was expecting, less time passing than he thought.

A nurse eventually came out and told them that the blade had been poisoned, and while he would have been able to survive the wound itself with little problem since it hadn't hit anything important, they couldn't guarantee that he'd survive from the poison. She said they'd try to figure out what it was and cure it, but there was little they could do for him at the moment aside from keeping him as comfortable as possible.

They'd been let in to see him after that, and Virgil hadn't left since then. Logan was unconscious when they first sat down, and had barely even twitched in the past few hours, remaining unsettlingly still. He was pale, his breathing shallow and silent -almost nonexistent, and his skin felt like ice everywhere except for his forehead, which was burning up.

They'd all been staying by his side since then, barely standing up from their chairs, let alone leaving his bedside or even the room. But maybe five minutes ago Roman had said he'd needed to take a walk, just a quick loop or two to clear his head and stretch his legs, and Patton had insisted on joining him.

They'd asked him to come along as well, but Virgil had downright refused to leave his chair, keeping his hands firmly clasped around Logan's. They'd tried to convince him, but eventually agreed to let him stay -promising that they'd be back really quick, and asked him to try and drink some water, all the crying had no doubt dehydrated all three of them.

He hadn't touched his water yet though, and didn't have any plans to either. Never had he wished more than that moment that he still had his healing powers, he'd give anything to be able to save Logan.

-

He wasn't sure when he fell asleep, he didn't remember falling asleep, but he found himself slowly blinking his eyes open, groaning softly as he sat up -why was the infirmary so bright? He blearily looked around, and quickly realized that he wasn't in the infirmary anymore.

The walls were lined with tall marble pillars that were accented with glittering gold, which huge windows between each pillar, which depicting beautiful scenes with stained glass -they almost looked real they were so detailed. The ceiling was unimaginably high, with arching rafters made from the same marble as the pillars and covered with beautifully painted flower fields and forests. The floor was a smooth polished marble that was so perfect Virgil could see his reflection in it, clearer than any mirror he'd ever used.

He looked around the room with wide eyes as he carefully stood up out of the large pillow he'd apparently been sleeping on, it's fabric as a deep golden yellow and as smooth as water and warm to the touch. He felt like he should be panicking but he wasn't -it was as if some warm blanket of calm had draped itself over him, preventing him from being distressed.

Down one side of the room was a solid wall that depicted a beautiful painting of the sun surrounded by soft blue skies and clouds that looked too real to have been painted. Down the other side of the room was a pair of large glittering golden doors that were engraved with another sun and a forest below it, it was also so detailed it looked real.

He began walking towards the doors, and felt a swish of fabric around him. Looking down he realized he was in a high to low floor length dress, the front reaching his shins while the back dragged behind him across the marble. It's fabric was a warm yellow and orange ombré in color, that glittered and swirled as if it was made from sunlight itself, folding and ruffling in all the right places. It's material was soft and just as smooth as the pillow had been, it was also thin and light but still warm and sturdy.

Taking his new attire in stride, he continued walking towards the door, the only sound being that of his bare feet on the marble below him.
When he reached the doors he realized they were far too big for him, he didn't even reach halfway up them, not even when he stretched his arms -there didn't appear to be any kind of handle though, so he supposed he'd just have to push and hope they weren't as heavy as they looked.

He picked one side of the twin doors and began to push, grunting softly as the door moved maybe an inch.
It took longer than he'd have liked to admit to move the door, and he only pushed it as wide as he needed to squeeze himself through, stumbling into the next room as he tripped over his feet.

This room has no walls, but still had the large pillars that reached up higher than he could see -though he didn't look for long, the sun in the sky was too bright. The floor was the same marble as before, but now clouds swirled around the edges and between the pillars, spilling out across the floor like mounds of cotton.

All the way across from him, as far as the marble flooring reached, was a swinging chair that faced outwards, seemingly made of out clouds with it's golden chains reaching just as high as the pillars. Someone was draped across the chair, lounging peacefully, but he could hardly see them, let alone guess who they were.

He jumped as the door closed behind him with a soft whoosh, making him stumble from the strong breeze that came from the movement.

He hesitantly moved forwards, and found himself at the edge of a short set of stairs, no more than three steps steep. The problem, was that they were far to big, nearly as tall as he was. He carefully crept towards the edge before kneeling down and twisting so that his legs now dangled over the edge and his stomach was pressed against the edge of the step. He slid down with a soft grunt, wincing at the tingle that shot up his legs from the impact before making his way over to the next step. He repeated the process until he was on ground level again, rubbing his now sore torso with a wince.

He began to make his way across the floor towards the person in the swinging chair, feeling like he was disturbing the peace with the sound of his footsteps. The person didn't even twitch though, and he wondered if they could even hear his tiny footsteps.

He eventually made his way to the very base of the swinging chair and ran into yet another problem. The chair was huge and sat much higher up than Virgil's could reach, so he decided to move around to the front of it, being extra careful of the edge a few feet behind him, though it probably would have been only a few inches had he been his normal size -or was he his normal size and everything here was just huge? He wasn't sure...

"Excuse me!" He called, cupping his hands around his mouth as he yelled up to the person on the laying on the chair, "hello!"

"What?" The person shot up, looking around wildly, the swing swinging from the sudden movement.

The swinging caused a strong wind though, and Virgil shrieked as he was knocked backwards and tossed over the edge and started to tumbled down towards what appeared to be nothing, just an endless sea of blue sky and clouds.

"Oh my goodness!" And suddenly everything stopped as Virgil landed on a large fluffy cloud that had appeared bellow him. He laid there, gasping for breath as he trembled, clutching a hand too his chest while the other kept a tight grip on the cloud beneath him.

"I am so sorry," the person said as she cloud lifted Virgil up and carried him back to the swing, "are you alright?" The person asked as the cloud suddenly began to disappear and dropped him just a few inches into the hand of the person.

They had pale yellow skin, and wore a similar outfit to Virgil's, though theirs was darker. Their hair reached their shoulders in cascading waterfalls of gold and orange, and their eyes glittered a bright canary yellow with long orange eyelashes framing them. "I didn't mean for you to fall, you just startled me," they said as they curled their fingers around Virgil gently and held him up closer to their face. They kept their voice quiet, but it was plenty loud to Virgil, which was probably because he was so small and they were so big.

"I-I'm fine..." he said as he looked up at them in aw, "who are you? Where am I?" He asked.

The person smiled a chuckled softly their voice as smooth as a warm summer breeze and as sweet as honey, "I'm known by many names, many more than you know of, but none of them matter truly, I am what I am," they said with a grin, "it's who you are that is far more interesting, little flower." They continued, "and you are somewhere, we are too high to see down below, but we truly aren't too far from your home." They added.

"That... doesn't really make any sense," Virgil said slowly, "and what do you mean by flower?"

The persons smile widened a little bit, turning almost teasing, "I'm almost certain you know what I mean," they said with a wink, "you did, after all, make a wish."

Virgil frowned, confused, "A wish? I didn't make a-" he cut himself off as he realized what they were talking about. "You... you can give me my magic back?" He asked, almost hesitant in case they meant something else.

"Yes, yes I can," they said with a nod, "if that is truly what you're wishing for." They added.

"What else could I be wishing for?" Virgil asked as he shifted to be in a more comfortable position in their palm.

"You could be wishing for me to just heal that boy down there -his name is Logan correct?- my little flower," They said as they peered over the edge -though Virgil didn't look with them, still decently shaken from his tumble over the edge. "I could simply heal him on my own and send you back as you are now, it might be simpler that way." They said.

"I- no, no I don't think that's what I'm wishing for," Virgil said after a small moment of silence.

"Oh?"

Vigil took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully, "I... I want to be able to heal him, but what if something happens again in the future? I need to protect them and keep them alive in case anything happens," he said, remembering the time he almost wasn't able to save Patton or the time all three of his boyfriends had been kidnapped and had all been hurt, "I need to keep everyone safe, and I can do that with my magic."

They looked down at him with a thoughtful yet plain face, neither smiling nor frowning. "You know there are risks for if I give it back. The greed of men on earth is much stronger than you are aware of, and some would go to horrible lengths to control the kind of power you once had -more than willing to hurt those you care about. And you can't be there to protect everyone all the time," they added slowly, "are you absolutely sure that is what you truly want?" They asked.

Virgil swallowed. If people tried to go after him then the people around him could get hurt -would it be better to avoid it all together but not be able to do anything in an emergency? Or for it to be a possible risk and be able to help in emergencies, even if some of those emergencies were caused by his ability to help...

"I... I think it's worth he risk," he decided, "I don't want to be useless, bad things happen to me and the people around me already, and one of these days we might not get lucky and I'll need this power to save them -we can deal with the risks and work with them, we can be extra careful." He said as he looked down at his hands, "it's... I can't... I can't sit by and be useless while I could be doing something to help, even if it's as small as healing a paper cut or as big as saving a life, whatever the scenario is, I don't want to be useless." He decided as he turned his head to look up at them again.

Their expression was thoughtful, though a small smile twitched up onto their lips after a second, "wise reasoning," they said, "I truly hope nothing happens to make you regret this..." they added before bringing Virgil up higher and closer to their face, cupping both hands around him, and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

A tingling feeling trickled down from the top of his head through his body, and soon every inch of him was buzzing and tingling with pins and needles as if his whole body had fallen asleep as was now waking up. A wave of dizziness steadily creeped up before hitting him in a wave, and he blearily moved to grab onto one of their fingers for support as his head spun.

"I'll send you back now, okay?" They said, but Virgil wasn't really listening. His vision was fading in and out of focus, and the dizziness just got worse as darkness creeping in around the edges of his sight, "Be safe, my little flower," was the last thing he heard before the darkness quickly overcame his vision and he passed out, falling over limp in their hands.

-

Virgil groaned softly as he slowly woke up. His head was throbbing with a moderate headache and he felt sore all over.

He carefully sat up, looking around with bleary vision as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes. He was... he was in his room? He laid spread out on his bed, on top of the blankets. He was still wearing the dress from earlier, and his head felt like it was full of cotton, his skin still buzzing.

He carefully at up and slipped out of the bed, walking over to the fully body mirror that was near his wardrobe. The dress shimmered in the light from the window, catching the suns rays and glimmering brightly, his skin was slightly paler than usual, but the largest difference was his hair.

His once brown hair was now so golden blonde it didn't even look real, and some hairs caught the light from the window behind him and shimmered, looking even more unrealistic. He reached a hand up and ran his fingers through his hair, marveling at how light and soft it now was, and his scalp tingled from oversensitivity. It didn't seem to be much longer than it had been before, but he couldn't really tell.
He really did have his magic back...

"Logan!" He suddenly gasped. The whole point of all of this and he had nearly forgotten!

He scrambled out of the room, not bothering to close the door behind him as he bolted down the hallway, nearly tripping down the first set of stairs in his haste to get down them, eventually deciding to just jump the last five or so in favor of going faster.

He ran past several guards and servants who watched him go past in aw- and what a sight he must have been, long shimmering golden dress trailing behind him and even brighter golden blond hair on his head, it must have truly been a shock.

He was out of breath by the time he reached the infirmary, panting softly as he caught himself on the door.

"Virgil? Virgil where have you been! What- what happened to you? What are you wearing?" Patton asked as he rushed over from where he'd been sitting at Logan's bedside, which actually had quite a few people around it, "you weren't here when we got back and then we couldn't find you, a-and your hair is blonde! And you're wearing a dress, Virgil-"

"Shh Pat, shhh, it's fine, everything is fine," Virgil said as he cut him off, reaching up to cup his boyfriends cheeks in his hands, "I- I'm not really sure what happened, but I can help now, don't worry, it'll be fine." He said reassuringly as he pressed a kiss to his forehead before pulling away. He looked over to Logan's bed, where Roman was standing with a concerned expression. His parents stood on the other side of the bed, along with a few nurses and a man wrapped in dark green robes and a curious look in his eye -the apothecary maybe?

"You're sure you're fine?" Roman asked as Virgil walked up to the bed, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sure," Virgil said with a nod as he knelt down next to Logan's bed and gently picked up his hand, placing it on top of his head.

He took a small deep breath, closing his eyes as he called himself down, before beginning to sing quietly.

"Flower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mine," he sang, and had his eyes been open he would have seen his hair begin to glow like the sun, starting from the roots and bleeding down each strand.

"Heal what has been hurt
Change the Fate's design
Save what has been lost
Bring back what once was mine," the glow soon over took all of his hair, bathing their corner of the room in a soft glow. Color quickly returned to Logan's skin, and he gasped softly before beginning to breath easier.

"What once was mine," Virgil slowly opened his eyes as he finished the song, the glow fading away a few seconds later -and as the glow in his hair faded away the dress he was wearing quickly began to break apart into golden yellow butterflies made out of light, all of them fluttering away before disappearing into thin air and leaving him in his pants and shirt from earlier, he paid that little attention to that though, instead choosing to focus on Logan. He pulled Logan's hand down from his head, but kept his hands wrapped around it as he looked at Logan's face, anxiously waiting to see if it worked.

After a few tense seconds Logan's eyes slowly fluttered open, a confused look morphing onto his face as his head tilted to the side and he looked over at Virgil.

"Virgil?" He said, his voice quiet, "what... what happened?" He asked as he let his gaze shift around to all the other people around his bed, his expression growing more confused as he did.

"How do you feel?" Virgil asked, ignoring his questions as he tightened his grip on his hand.

"I feel fine," Logan said as he pushed himself into a sitting up position, "should I not feel fine? Why are we in the infirmary?"

"Oh thank goodness you're okay!" Virgil quickly leaned forwards, wrapping his arms around Logan as he pressed his face into his shoulder, unintentionally ignoring is questions. "Don't you ever be that stupid ever again, okay?"

"Okay?" Logan said as he wrapped his arms around Virgil, still obviously confused, "what did I do exactly? And wait, why is your hair blonde?"

"You took a poison dagger to the side for Virgil," Roman said as he sat down on the bed next to Logan, "you're sure you feel okay? You've been unconscious for a almost seven hours," he said.

"I did? I don't remember that..." Logan said, his face scrumming up a little as he tried to remember, "but yes, I feel fine -no pain or anything."

"That's because Virgil healed you somehow," Patton said as he moved to sit on the bed in front of Logan, "which is also probably why his hair is blonde."

Virgil pulled back from Logan's shoulder and quickly wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes, "yeah," he said with a small sniff, "I'm not sure who it was I was talking to, or where I was exactly, but they gave me my magic back..." he said as he reached up and touched his hair. That wasn't a very clear explanation, and he'd probably have to give more details later, but he was still focused on that fact that Logan was okay and wasn't going to die -he could tell more details later.

"This is the magic you told us about right?" Virgil's mother cut in, "the magic you had before you came back to us."

Virgil nodded, "yeah, it's the same," he said.

"Hmm, magic healing hair that glows when you sing, now where have I heard that before?" The man in the green robes said thoughtfully as he rubbed his chin, drawing the attention of the four of them and Virgil's parents.

"Who are you exactly? You weren't introduced earlier," Roman said, cocking an eyebrow at the man as he looked him up and down.

"Why, my name is Remus, Remus Whitlock, a pleasure to make your acquaintances," he said with a dramatized bow, a crooked grin on his face.

Virgil eyed the man warily, something was unsettlingly familiar about him. He had dark brown hair that stuck out in every direction with several white streaks throughout his greasy locks. His skin was pale and that only made his eye bags look darker and his cheeks look more hallow. His robes, while large and expensive looking, seemed horribly unkept, with a couple of stains around the hem near his feet and several large patches crudely sewn on in places, all of varying shades of green, black, and yellow.

"Mr.Whitlock is the one we hired all those years ago to heal your mother when she became ill while she was pregnant," Virgil's father said, "he told us about the flower and said he'd make it into a potion for her when we found it," he explained, "we though he might have something that could help Logan -we tried to find him when you were poisoned, but he had been out of the kingdom at the time- but it turns out we won't be needing his services apparently."

"If I may cut in, your majesty, I have a question for the young prince before you decide if you do or do not need my services," Remus gently cut in as Virgil's father finished his explanation. He only continued after he received a nod, "you see, my prince, many years ago I had regular customer who came to my shop, stopping by at least once a month with some request or another," he began as he slowly walked around the edge of the bed, towards where Virgil was still knelt on the floor next to Logan.

"Nine or ten years ago I think, maybe more or less, he came in and asked for a potion that could stop hair growth -but not just regular hair growth, magical hair growth -without damaging the magic of course," he continued, "I didn't know who it was for, and I only ever saw the child he used the potion on once, but I must ask you since the similarities are rather uncanny," he leaned in closer to Virgil, and it felt like he was looking for something in particular, "did your kidnapper happen to go by the name Deceit?"

Virgil's eyes widened as he looked back at the man in disbelief, "I- yes, yes he did," he said with a slow nod, "you knew him?"

"As I said, he was a regular at my shop for many years, since before you were even born, so yes I did know him, though I never really believed that deceit was his actual name," Remus said, "I didn't know that he had kidnapped the child the potion was for, or that the child was you, but I apologize none the less." He said, "I haven't seen him in a while -I assume he's been imprisoned?"

Virgil frowned, a heavy feeling settling in his chest as he looked away, "oh, um, no... he died almost a year ago -he fell out of our tower," he said softly.

"Oh," Virgil glanced up at Remus and saw a small frown on his face for a few seconds, before the man shook his head, the frown disappearing a second later, replaced by a smile, "I see, well, at least now I know he hasn't been ignoring me all these months," he said as he stood up a bit straighter, his smile looking a bit forced.

"Anyways," he said, changing the subject, "I brought this up because if your hair is the same as it was before then it'll be growing rather quickly correct? And since you can't cut it, I'd like to offer I make you the same potion as the one I gave you all those years ago, to stop the growth before it gets inconveniently long," he explained.

"Oh, um, that would be great actually, it does grow really fast so it would be good to stop it before it gets too long," Virgil said with a nod before he looked over at his parents, "is that okay?"

"As long as the potion is safe, then yes I suppose it's okay," Virgil's father said with a nod, before turning to Remus, "how much would it be?" He asked.

"Ah, about that," Remus said, his smile morphing into a smirk, "I would actually like an... unusual form of payment," he began.

"Oh?" Virgil's mother said as she looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "what might that be?"

"Well, as you can tell I'm not getting any younger," Remus began as he gestured to the white streaks in his hair, "and I think it's about time I had an apprentice to share all my juicy secrets with -and who better to be my apprentice than my own great-nephew." He said as he gestured to Roman with that same crooked smile that he'd had earlier.

"I'm sorry -what?" Roman looked at the Remus like the man had grown a second head, his eyes wide with disbelief, "first of all, you don't look old enough to be my great-uncle, and second, you're not my great-uncle."

"Oh but I am!" Remus said with a wide grin, "You're Roman Caldwell, son of Dorian Caldwell and my niece Andrea Caldwell, who is the daughter of my brother Atticus Whitlock," he said, "I was actually there when you were born, helped your mother through your birth -you were a tough one, but the healthiest baby I had delivered in years," he continued, his smile turning fond, "though I wasn't around much after that so I don't blame you for not remembering me, sadly I had to travel for a couple of years around when you were five, and by the time I had returned the accident had happened and I couldn't track you down," he admitted, "I tried to find you, but I never did -until now I guess." He said with a small shrug.

Roman was silent, his eyes narrowed as he gave Remus a judging look, "how... how do I know your not lying? You could be some creepy stalker..." it was a weak excuse, and it looked like Roman knew it, but he also looked like he wasn't ready to accept what Remus was saying as the truth.

"I watched you a little when you were a toddler," Remus began, "you'd 'help' me around my shop and play with my lizard Zerk, you'd call me Uncle Rem, you hated bananas but loved your mother's banana bread, and you'd steal your fathers glasses and hide them behind jars and in drawers so he'd have to stay home longer instead of go to work," he said, "you'd pretend to make potions out of juice and sell them to your neighbors for bits of cheese and treats, you refused to go to bed unless your mother sang you a song, even if it was a short one, and you named one of your fathers hens Bread -you'd insist on taking her around everywhere and even convinced your parents to let her sleep in your bed with you sometimes," he continued, "you also had a stuffed lamb doll you named Nana -you left her over at my shop the last time you visited... I still have it if you want to see."

As this point tears had welled up in Romans eyes, and he quickly reached up to wipe them away, his face red from embarrassment.

"I... I don't know what to say," he admitted with a small sniff, looking at Remus with such sad eyes that Virgil had to stop himself from wrapping Roman up in his arms and hiding him away from the world.

"Well, I can tell that you need a little time to process, so I'll go back to my shop and get started on the potion for now -we can talk again when it's done and I deliver it to the prince," Remus said, a similar sadness in his eyes. He turned back to Virgil parents, and gave them a less dramatic bow than the one he'd given Virgil and his boyfriends earlier, before quickly making his way out of the room.

There was a few beats of silence, before Patton hesitantly reached out and put a hand on Roman's knee. "Roman... are you okay?"

Apparently that was all it took for the dam to break, and fresh tears quickly welled up in Romans eyes and fell down his cheeks, his bottom lip trembling slightly as he opened his mouth, only to close it again a second later.

"Oh Roman," Patton said, his voice sad as he watched Logan wrap his arm around his boyfriends shoulders and pull him close.

"Do you want to go up to your room love? Have some privacy and rest for a bit?" Virgil asked as he lifted a hand to gently rub Roman's back.

"Want to stay with all of you," Roman croaked out with a sniff, and Virgil turned to his parents.

"we can go right? Logan's fine now, so we don't need to stay?" Virgil asked as he stood up and took a step over to his parents.

Virgil's parents glanced at each other before his father nodded, "yes of course you boys can go," he said, before lowering his voice, "make sure Roman knows that he doesn't need to be Mr.Whitlock's apprentice or ever see the man again if he doesn't want to, we can arrange a different payment for the potion," he whispered, and Virgil swallowed before nodding.

He turned back to the three on the bed, walking over and placing a gentle hand on Roman's shoulder.

"We can all go up to your room if that's what you want, Logan has the okay to go and I'm certain you and Patton are excused from training and me from lessons, I know Logan certainly does," he said softly.

Roman pulled away from where he'd pressed his face into Logan's shoulder, nodding as he sniffed and rubbed the hems of his sleeves on his cheeks to try and get rid of the tear tracks.

Virgil and Patton wasted little time getting their two boyfriends up and out of the bed, Patton quickly moving to wrap a supportive arm around Romans waist while Virgil took care of Logan.

They nodded goodbye to Virgil's parents before making their way up to Romans room, Virgil taking a detour to Logan's room with Logan so that he could get more comfortable clothes on that wasn't a hospital gown and shorts.

They quickly joined Patton and Roman in Romans bedroom when they were done, and found Roman curled up against Patton's chest, sitting between his legs and securely wrapped in Patton's arms.

Logan got onto the bed on one side of Patton, and Virgil was quick to get onto the other side, both of them cuddling up close and pulling the blankets up a bit as they got comfortable.

"I remember him..." Roman said after a minute or so of silence, his voice quiet and a little hoarse. "I remember the lizard, and the chicken, and my doll," he said, pressing his face into the crook of Pattons neck, "I don't remember his face, but I remember having an Uncle Rem who would show me the coolest tricks..." he added softly.

"I'd forgotten after all these years, heck I'd forgotten about most things from back then, but yeah... I guess he is my great uncle," Roman said with a sniff, "it's also pretty obvious when you think about it -he knew my parents names and my last name, which I had forgotten years ago, but hearing them now I know he's not lying,"

"Is that a good thing?" Patton asked, "I mean, to know you have family left is probably amazing, but if it brings up too many bad memories than it's okay to not want to reconnect," he said slowly as he rubbed small circles on Roman's back.

"No, no I want to reconnect -he knows things about me and my parents that I've forgotten and I want those memories back," Roman admitted, his voice cracking slightly, "he's family, even if he does seem a bit weird, I don't want to just try and forget about him -I don't know if I can..."

"That's okay," Logan said, his voice gentle and patient, "you can do whatever you feel is right, we'll support you in anyway we can -just remember that your happiness is important," he said.

"Logan's right, if that's what you want then do it," Virgil said, "you don't have to become his apprentice if you don't want to, and you don't need to see him often if that'd be too much -or you can see him as much as you want, whatever makes you happy, love," he added as he leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to the top of Romans head.

"Thank you," Roman said as he sagged against Patton's chest, leaning heavier against him, "I just... he's family, and I want to have some sort of connection," he said, "I don't know if I'll be his apprentice or not, but I want to get to know him," he admitted as he snuggled closer to Patton.

"Sounds good," Patton said, tightening his arms around him, "just remember that we're here if you need anything,"

"I will," Roman said with a nod. "I love you guys,"

Logan, Patton and Virgil all happily returned the sentiment, before snuggling closer together. It was around dinner time, but none of them were really hungry at the moment, so they decided they'd call it a day at this point, planning on having a large breakfast the next day to make up for it.

After a while Roman shifted in Patton's arms so that he was facing Virgil, a curious expression on his face.

"We got kind of distracted earlier, but what exactly happened to you? You were just suddenly gone and no one could find you... it was kinda scary." He admitted.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you guys," Virgil said with an apologetic smile. "I'm not entirely sure what happened, but I fell asleep when you guys decided to go on your walk, and when I woke up I wasn't in the castle anymore," he said.

"I was laying on a giant pillow, now wearing a shimmery golden dress, in a room that had polished marble floors and an ceiling that was unimaginably high, with pillars and gold and stained glass windows. The ceiling and one of the walls was painted with forests and flower fields that looked like they were real and alive, and on the far side of the room was a pair of golden doors with a large sun and forest engraved into it." He explained, as he picked at the hem of the blanket draped over them, "the doors were huge, it would have taken at least five of me stacked on top of each other to reach halfway up it, but they were surpassingly light and I was able to wedge one of them open enough to get through them."

"The next room wasn't really a room, it had the same marble floors and the same large pillars, but it didn't have any walls, and looked out into the clouds and blue sky that surrounded the place like the ocean to an island." He explained, "and on the far side across from me was a giant swinging chair made out of clouds, and someone was laying on it,"

"It took me a while to get over there, especially since there were a few steps and they were the same size as I was, so it was a bit tricky to go down them, but I eventually made it over to the swing, which was at the edge of the marble flooring." He continued, "I must have startled them awake, and when they sat up the swing moved, which caused a bit of wind, that was uh... strong enough to push me over the edge of the marble," he admitted as he curled his hands around the blankets hem, holding it tightly.

"It was terrifying, it felt like I was just free falling into nothing because all I could see in any direction was just blue sky and clouds." He said as he looked down at his hands, "thankfully a cloud caught me, and brought me back up to the person on the swing, I was still pretty shaken up though," he continued.

"The person was huge, by the way, they were big enough to hold me in the palm of their hand. And they didn't look very human either -with yellow skin and hair like shimmering gold, and eyes that sparkles like yellow gemstones," he explained. "They apologized for knocking me off, and then explained to me why I was there -apparently they had taken me wishing I could help Logan get better as an actual wish, and had brought me there to grant it," he said.

"Though, they did offer to just heal you and send me back normal, without my magic," he admitted, "but I thought that having my magic would be better in case of emergencies," he said as a frown morphed onto his face, "they said that I should be careful, because there would be a lot of greedy people here who would try to own me and my magic, and that they wouldn't be afraid to hurt the people around me to get to me... I still decided to get my magic back because we already have to deal with stuff -like when we've been kidnapped- and I thought it be better to have my magic in all situations, even if some situations were caused because I have magic." He explained.

"Anyway, they agreed and gave me my magic back, and then I passed out from that, and when I woke up I was in my bed -then I ran down to the infirmary and healed Logan and you guys know the rest," he finished, his hands moving back to picking at the hem of the blanket.

His boyfriends, who had been silent through his explanation, remained silent for a few more seconds, processing what he'd just explained.

"...and you're sure your feeling alright? No residual side effects or anything?" Logan asked slowly as he looked Virgil up and down as if he'd be able to tell if anything was wrong just by looking -and maybe he could.

"I mean, not really," Virgil said, "I guess I feel pretty tired, but my skin is still buzzing with energy -and I'm not sure if I feel tired because of the stress from earlier or from my magic, and I'm not sure if the energy is adrenaline from earlier or something else," he admitted, "but I'll tell you if I start to feel bad or anything," he added with a small smile.

"Well, if you're sure," Roman said, "and if you want to go to sleep early then don't try to stay awake for us, okay?"

"I won't," Virgil said with a nod.

They slipped into a content silence again, and Virgil reached up to draw lazy shapes and swirls across Romans back with the tip of his finger, idly doodling as he thought about the day they'd just had.

Logan had almost died after getting stabbed by a poisoned dagger instead of Virgil, Virgil had been 'kidnapped' by... something and given his magic back, and Roman had found a long lost relative he didn't know was still alive -who apparently knew Deceit. It was a lot of stuff to happen in just a day, and Virgil wouldn't be surprised if his parents gave them tomorrow as a day off from lessons and training to just relax and process everything.

He was really tired, his mind practically begging his body to sleep, and had it not been for the buzzing energy throughout his body he probably would have fallen asleep much sooner. The energy was beginning to die down now though, so he just pressed his face into Patton's shoulder and snuggled closer under the blankets, hoping he'd be able to sleep soon.

Someone was humming softly, and Virgil was pretty sure it was Patton although it could have been Roman too, but it was pretty and calming nonetheless.

He found himself slowly drifting off sometime later, relaxing against Patton's side as his hand stopped tracing shapes on Roman's back and instead moved to just lay his hand there, feeling the steady rise and fall with each breath his boyfriend took.

They'd have some stuff to talk about tomorrow, but that could be dealt with tomorrow, for now they could just sleep and enjoy each other's company.

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Hoped yalls liked this chapter! I'm not to sure how I feel about it, I think some parts could have been better, and some parts seem a little rushed, and some I just don't really like at all, but eh.
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