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Roman straightened his cape collar with a smirk that clearly showed his two fangs poking out from the sides of his mouth… his very red mouth that was. He was a dramatic person by nature so his outfits were always extravagant, but even more so today for the special occasion of Halloween. His makeup including his red lipstick was pronounced and perfect, his black cape flowing down to his ankles, his scarlet suit as magnificent as he himself was. Roman looked himself up and down in the mirror and when he was satisfied he beamed.
It was then when Virgil walked in through the door covered in cobwebs, instantly grinning at the sight of his boyfriend and drank up the sight of Roman with a dazed look. Virgil himself had intensified his makeup around his eyes so that nothing but utter blackness surrounded his eyes. He wore a plain white shirt, jeans, and converse and it made Roman snicker as he came up to him and kissed his cheek.
“Easy there, Ro,” Virgil hissed, swatting him away. “I just did my makeup and so did you.”
Roman chuckled and licked his lips with a shrug. “It’s funny to see you wearing so much white, my dear. Oh, why can’t it be Halloween everyday?” Roman sighed loudly and Virgil rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, loser. If that were the case maybe we’d actually be able to be ourselves all year long,” Virgil retorted, and Roman gave him a sympathetic look.
“I know, love, and I hate to be the pessimistic one here, I really do, but technically we still can’t be ourselves tonight. Albeit, it’s a bit better than most days, I admit.”
“Well you said it yourself, you love acting.”
“It’s not the same,” Roman huffed, fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves. He grew quiet which was when Virgil could really tell he was upset, but before he could console him the doorbell rang.
Roman instantly perked up and ran to the front door, making sure to grab the large bowl of candy on the way. Virgil followed him, stopping to throw on his sheet over his head with two holes cut out for the eyes, and joined him just as he opened the door. In front of them were three kids, each perking up excitedly at the sight of Roman and Virgil.
“Trick or treat!” they all cried happily, raising their bags expectantly.
“Vhat do we have here?” Roman said teasingly, slipping into his heavy, and rather fake, Transylvanian accent. “A vitch, a mummy, and a zombie?! To vhat do I owe this honor?”
The children all giggled and Virgil couldn’t help but smile. Roman was an entertainer at heart, and kids always seemed to enjoy that.
“I love your costumes, misters!” the kid dressed as a mummy said, and Roman’s expression fell. Virgil watched him with a worried face as he quickly recovered and smiled again.
“Vhat? These are no costumes, little boy,” Roman tried to explain, only earning a pointed glare from Virgil.
The girl in a witch costume laughed once more. “Of course they are! You can’t be a real vampire and ghost! My mommy said so! She said monsters aren’t real!”
“Uh… vut on Halloween they are!” Roman tried again. All three laughed this time. There was no hope and Roman must have realized this as he gave in and handed out their candy. He waved to the children goodbye, still happy-looking but no longer having that same gleam in his eyes.
“Hey,” Virgil said in a soothing voice as Roman closed the door, finally letting a glum expression take over his face, “I’m sorry, Ro, but what’d you expect? That they’d actually believe us?”
“I know,” Roman sighed, letting Virgil lead him to the couch and sit him down. Virgil took his hands into his and allowed him to lean on his shoulder as Virgil dropped kisses into his slicked-back hair. “I just hoped…”
“Shh, I know, I know,” Virgil whispered. “Would it cheer you up if I did the thing?”
Roman sat up with newfound energy and frantically nodded. “Yes, yes! Please, Virgil! Please!”
“Okay, okay, hold on,” Virgil snickered and in a few seconds he went from solid and defined to completely translucent. Roman clapped his hands like a child and laughed while trying to find Virgil’s invisible form with his hands but not succeeding to until Virgil slowly reappeared, sitting on the coffee table in front of him. Then he kissed Roman, who relished in the sweetness of the gesture as Virgil pulled away to kiss the spot on his neck that displayed two red dots that will remain there for the end of time.
“I love you, Roman, and I’ll always be here for you, vampire and all,” Virgil said as Roman hugged him tightly.
“I love you too, Virgil,” Roman said into his shoulder. “Ghost and all.”
They had each other and that was enough.