[When Midnight turns after all of that, its not a stupefied Vergilius he will see. It's not a frowning one, either, or a pissed-off one, or one ready to use sharp words to tear him down.]
[Vergilius simply sits and stares into the distance, those red eyes dimmed as if an eclipse has passed over. The strong frame is hunched. He looks small, suddenly.]
...Midnight.
[The name croaks out of his throat. His tone has always been on the hoarse side, like he's a shade in a dark, dark forest, ready to show the way.]
You're a fucking idiot.
[His breath rattles out of his chest.]
Fixers don't have bonds for reasons. Think about why. [He raises his hand, threads it through his hair. It's fine. It's fine.] If you want an answer so badly, there you go.
never be sorry i love it so much also me crying. don't tag late at night kids
[Vergilius simply sits and stares into the distance, those red eyes dimmed as if an eclipse has passed over. The strong frame is hunched. He looks small, suddenly.]
...Midnight.
[The name croaks out of his throat. His tone has always been on the hoarse side, like he's a shade in a dark, dark forest, ready to show the way.]
You're a fucking idiot.
[His breath rattles out of his chest.]
Fixers don't have bonds for reasons. Think about why. [He raises his hand, threads it through his hair. It's fine. It's fine.] If you want an answer so badly, there you go.