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Virgil tied his hoodie around his waist, stretching until his bones gave a satisfying pop. Two large wings unfurled through slits in the back of his shirt, a couple stray feathers falling onto the ground.
With a beat of his wings, he lifted off of the ground. He sighed, content, as wind rushed through his hair and he rose to the level of the clouds.
He glided through the air, riding the currents for almost half an hour. Finally, he noticed a familiar cliff.
Smiling, he swooped down through a small opening in the rock, coming out of the end of the tunnel into a cave.
A pool of water led back outside, and currently, a figure was resting in it.
Virgil landed on the edge of the water, the thump alerting the other person. He smiled and gave a two fingered salute as Logan spun around.
“Sorry I’m late, Specs. Patton was worried about my wings, since I haven’t used them in a while.” Virgil rolled his eyes fondly as he recalled the other Winged fussing over him.
“I-um, it is quite alright. Um, hello. I haven’t seen you in nearly a year so… how have you been?” Logan flicked his tail in slight annoyance, and Virgil knew that he was struggling to find words.
“I’ve been good, thanks. Patton’s been helping me, and I met this guy, Roman? He’s a vampire, and perfect for the role. Dramatic and gay. And they’ve both been helping me a lot.” he gave a genuine smile, sitting down cross-legged.
“Oh. That is good. You’re doing better?” Logan fiddled with a small piece of coral.
“Much better,” Virgil promised. “I think it won’t happen again.” Logan nodded, deep in thought. “That’s good.”
A long pause followed that, and Virgil rocked back and forth lightly. “I’m really sorry I just stopped talking to you-” he started, but Logan cut him off.
“I’m sorry!” he blurted, eyes pressing shut. “Wha… what are you sorry about?” Virgil asked, cocking his head. Logan blinked slowly at him, gills moving violently just under the surface of the water.
“I-really? I was insensitive, I pushed you to talk about things you weren’t comfortable with, I didn’t understand your feelings, I argued with you when you were in a very vulnerable state, I thought you could just fix yourself if you tried hard enough, do you really want me to go on?!” Logan cried, and Virgil was shocked to see tears glistening in his eyes.
“Whoa, whoa, what? Dude, that’s not your fault. You were under a lot of stress as well, and your brain is literally wired differently. Did you think I was still mad about that?” he frowned.
Logan stared at him like he'd just proclaimed himself as the reincarnation of Thømås, chest rising and falling rapidly. His tail whipped around wildly, kicking up small pebbles and stirring up a cloud of sand.
“Dude. You okay?” Virgil’s eyebrows furrowed with concern. Logan nodded quickly, the glowing lines on his skin betraying him.
“Okay, dude. I wasn’t avoiding you. I’d have been perfectly fine talking about it, but you seemed busy and Patton mentioned you wanted to be alone. I’m really sorry it took me this long to talk to you.” Virgil smiled encouragingly.
The patterns on Logan’s skin flared brightly. “You’re lying,” he whispered. “I… don’t really know what you want me to say, L. I promise I’m not.”
“No. You’re lying right now, because you never wanted to be friends with me, and I never should have gotten my hopes up, and you’re just so nice and you’re trying to let me down easily but I’d really rather you just tell me the truth, because it’d be much easier for the both of us. So,” he took a deep breath, voice shaking. “Please get it over with.”
Virgil watched his trembling body. “Lo-” “Don’t call me that.” Logan snapped. Virgil took a steadying breath. “Logan. I’m sorry if I ever did anything that made you think that I didn’t like you, or that I was just pretending. I swear I care about you, and I am so sorry that I didn’t express that to you.”
Logan stared at him, mouth slightly open. Virgil shifted closer, opening his arms.
Logan shot into them, collapsing into Virgil with a sniffle. “I love ya. You’re not gonna get rid of me that easy.” Virgil smiled.