Finding The 抖阴社区 Words

Chapter Thirteen

"You're beautiful," he whispered, his words coming out in a breath.

"It's a shame we'll have to wash it off soon," Roman said with a sigh.

"What? Why?"

"Well, Patton can't go to work with paint on his face, and I don't imagine V will want to, either."

"Besides," Patton spoke up, rubbing at a smudge of paint he had gotten on the side of his hand, "V said he likes the writing, and we can't write if we're covered in paint."

"I can take pictures of it, though, if you want to save it, Lo," Roman offered, seeing Logan's disappointment.

"Could we?"

Roman smiled, nodding, and got out his camera. He snapped a few pictures of the painting on Logan's body and on Patton's body before handing the camera to Logan to take a picture of him.

They watched, and waited... hoping V would see it. Hoping V would say something.

And he did.

It was just a heart drawn in quickly on his cheekbone, but it was something.

After Logan was finished washing up, and the paint was gone from all their skin, the purple heart V had drawn disappeared as well, smudging before fading from existence altogether.

"You're a very good artist" his jagged words appeared on their left arms. It was similar to Patton's handwriting when he was using his nondominant hand, but something told them that V wasn't. He was just right-handed with less-than-stellar handwriting.

Logan found that endearing, for some reason, and he joined Patton and Roman in the living room, now that they were all fully dressed once again.

"Thank you," Roman replied. "I had help from Patton, though."

A month passed, and the three of them managed to balance their time pretty equally between dates with each other, work, and school. And of course, V.

He still wouldn't reveal his name. After the first time, none of them asked for it again, and they made sure never to pressure him into difficult conversation or even bring up the possibility of them meeting him. Patton had told them how jumpy he had seemed when he met him.

If that emo boy who had brought in the cat had indeed been him.

And he was certain that it was.

Virgil Sinclair.

V.

They didn't want to scare him off, and when he would go hours... days... without writing to them, they were gripped with fear that they had somehow. Or that he had decided not to talk to them anymore.

Logan was the worst of all, surprisingly, when it came to being ignored by V. Sure, he understood logically that he was probably just anxious and that everything would be alright, but he was absolutely terrified that he had done something wrong.

That he had said the wrong thing and V was upset with him and he had ruined their chances at being with their fourth.

Despite this, Logan was the one to quickly calm Patton and Roman when they got upset about V ignoring them. It didn't take much: just a few cooed words, a couple kisses, and a hug, and they would be able to look at things with a more level-headed stance.

Besides, V always wrote back to them. Even if it took him a few days, he always wrote back.

Logan was in class when V broke the silence this time. He glanced down at his arm, though still paying close to full attention to the professor, and saw the writing appearing on his arm.

"Hands gripped at an icy surface, scrabbling for some purchase. His heart pulsed in every part of him, shaking his breath on its way out. -fix that, that sucks" And then, as an afterthought, "sorry, left my notebook at home and phones dead."

Logan's phone lit up and he quickly checked the message. It was from Roman.

"Did you see?"

"I did."

"Is he writing a novel?" Patton asked, joining in the group chat. "It looks like he's writing a novel"

"Is our V an author?????" Roman asked, using way more question marks than necessary.

"Why not ask him? I'm trying to pay attention in class." Logan's text seemed harsh to his eyes, so he let out a quiet sigh and added "I'll talk to you in an hour" followed by a heart emoki.

Patton and Roman each sent hearts in response and Logan flicked his phone off, setting it aside and returning his attention to the professor, immersing himself in the lesson.

Virgil sat in the coffee shop, silently cursing hismelf for forgetting to plug in his phone the night before. Of course his phone just had to die as soon as he got inspiration for the scene that had been troubling him for a month now.

Of course.

He waited patiently for his drink, fiddling with the pen in his hand, twirling it between his fingers. His eyes scanned the coffee shop, his body tense and rigid, and he jumped at every sudden sound. A customer pushed back her chair to sit down and Virgil quickly spun around to look at the source of the sound.

What was wrong with him?

Everything was too much right now.

The grinding of the coffee machine.

The dinging of the register.

The tingling on his arm that had started up shortly after he had taken down the note for his writing.

It was all too much.

As soon as his drink order was called out and the cup set on the counter, Virgil grabbed the drink and left the shop as quickly as he could.

And ran directly into someone.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuckfuckfuck.

He looked up, flicking the spilled iced coffee from his fingers, and froze.

He was absolutely fucking beautiful.

The man, who was taller than Virgil by maybe half a head and had perfectly swooping brown hair and tanned skin that somehow managed to hide the dark circles under his eyes, looked down at Virgil.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" he chimed.

Virgil's eyes flickered briefly down the man's body.

Fuck.

Fuckity fucking fuck.

He was dressed in a tight black unitard with a red sheer crop top and red leg warmers. Virgil could see every curve of his body.

"I... uh... you...." Virgil cleared his throat, ducking his head. "Bye."

He rushed off, his heart racing. It wasn't until he got back to his apartment that he was able to form a solid thought. There was something about that man that was strangely familiar. Strangely... home.

That was what it was.

He felt like home.

Roman stepped up to the cash register, ordered his coffee, and stepped aside to wait. He pulled out his phone and sent a text to the group chat with Logan and Patton.

"Holy shit, V's hot."