Fics like i start the day lying and end with the truth

After a lifetime of walking, they spot him. It looks like nothing at first, a speck of color in an endless expanse of white, but then it unfolds into a shape, sprawled on the ground, and then Virgil is running at full speed, Remus right at his heels. Roman is a splash of red on white, and for a long moment Virgil thinks he’s wearing crimson clothes, until he realizes it’s blood. He curses and reaches for Roman, who is laying lax and broken, and doesn’t react when Virgil carefully taps his shoulder, and then his face. “Fuck, Princey, come on,” he hisses, and carefully drags Roman close, resting his head on his lap and surveying the damage. And there is a lot of it. His clothes are soaked in blood, and the smell is so pungent it makes nausea rise up in his throat. There’s slashes in his arms, in his torso, even in his face. It’s like he got into a fight with a tiger and lost. God, Virgil hopes it’s not that. He doesn’t know what he hopes it is.

Fics like i start the day lying and end with the truth

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