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Rainstorms, an ink and candle fic

The rose prince of the flower kingdom wasn’t necessarily known to be a humble man. Then again, that could be said about any of the flower kingdom men and women. But here he was, sloshing through puddles, princely attire splashed with mud. He carried a hopelessly-too small umbrella that Patton loaned to him. Though he arguably was least easily damaged by the rain – in fact, his very being depended on it – he hated the way his hair ended up pasted to his face and how his wet clothes rubbed against his skin. Still, he continued towards the dark, curled-up figure, shivering on the park bench. He wasn’t shivering because of the rain, but shaking with sobs as the thunder rolled. The rose sat down beside the rainmaker on the bench, humming slightly so that he didn’t startle him with his sudden appearance. “Hello Virgil,” greeted the rose, “Is everything okay?” Virgil shook his head with his face still buried in his knees. The area had had heavy showers for the past few days, so he couldn’t even try to deny it. The truth was, he had been dealing with a depressive and anxiety-fueled bout the past week, and only just a few days ago, it got too much for him, and he broke down, causing a massive storm in the process. “Would you like me to stay here with you, my little rain cloud?” Roman asked more softly than average. Virgil answered by flopping gently onto Roman’s lap, using one rose as a bit of a pillow. Roman caressed Virgil’s hair and sung an old fairy lullaby that his grandmother told him before she withered. It was slow and soft, and he sang so deeply and with such passion. His big, strong arms and soft, melodious words cradled Virgil, coaxing him to sleep. The hard pounding of rain had turned into a gentle drizzle as the rose prince carried the rain cloud into the comfort and safety of Logan’s office.

— OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS!!! 💕💜❤️💙 THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!! Awwwwhh it’s so sweet and pretty!! I love it with all my heart, thank you! 🌟🌟🌟