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Virgil stood there, in the archway leading to the imagination, indecisive. The sound of thunder rolled through the hills, signalling the arrival of a Creativity Twin. Then there was a pindrop silence, as the two thirds of the Creativity Complex looked out over their domain, as birds flapped and stopped, like some sort of very laggy game.
“What are you here for Virgil?” Roman asked, straight to the point. That was definitely not how Roman would’ve asked, before... everything. Both of the twins were changing, adopting characteristics from each other, from the King, the other sides and picking up entirely new ones. But that was yet another thing that went unspoken in the mindscape. Just like Virgil didn’t point out the eyeshadow beneath Roman’s eyes.
Virgil breathed in. “I’m still part of the creative process. I’m not as powerful, but it’s definitely more than before the King.” Roman stiffened. “You’ve noticed it too, haven’t you? Our functions are blending and changing. You and I now both have control over the same stuff. Things are changing. Have been changing.” Beside the shadowy guardian, tears spilled.
He pulled the (prince? knight? pride? passion? friend.) into his arms. “It’s okay. Never figured I’d say this, not even in a million years, but not all change is bad.” Roman managed a wet laugh at this. “It’ll be okay, mostly. There are some stuff that won’t be, especially right now, but we’ll still love each other through it all. We’ll get angry, and upset, and sad, but we love you, no matter what. We’re your friends. Your my friend.”