one x one with cswolf.

[cswolf.]

Virgil enjoyed that Elliot enjoyed him playing with his frizzy locks. It was quite like a lion's mane which suited Elliot quite well because he was often proud like a lion. He laughed as Elliot closed his eyes in bliss and did not even bother to argue against the claims that he presented to him. He nodded. "I know how much you enjoy your hair being played with. It's always being this way even when we first became a band." Virgil chuckled as he continued. He nodded. "Yes, a lion's mane does show off their power and prowess but they are also seen as one of the drama queens of the animal kingdom." Virgil reminded him with a teasing smile. "But that is true about you as well." He explained as he looked down at him with a smile.

Virgil blushed as Elliot blew him a small kiss. When he placed a hand over his mouth to hide his teeth Virgil reached forward and pulled the hand down, placing it back at his side. "You don't need to hide your unique smile from me. It is part of what make's you, you." He reminded as he looked at him. He nodded. "I am putty in your hands as well Elliot." He teased him with a laugh.

Virgil enjoyed the melodic laugh Elliot possessed. It was a comforting and familiar sound to him. He chuckled. "Well, when they look at me or touch me in the way that you do they do not bring the same butterflies or chills that you do. Do not worry about that..." He informed him with a smile. Virgil smiled down at him contently.
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Virgil chuckled as Elliot searched under his blanket to find the sweater he always kept there. He blushed as Elliot looked absolutely precious engulfed in his large black sweater. "It does look comfortable and attractive upon your form." He informed him with a smile. He was happy that the smaller male was contented by his sweater for the time being while he got ready for bed.

Virgil sighed softly as he fell into one of his self-consious moods that usually happened after a large show. "I prefer not to look at myself..." He explained softly, turning his head away. He blushed as Elliot complimented him and explained what he liked about him. "But I am too boney, my nose is too big, my eyes are too close together, my hands are scarred..." Virgil explained as he looked at him. "None of those features are attractive to anyone Elliot." He reminded him with a soft sigh. He flashed him a smile. "But for you I will try and believe your words..." He explained as he looked at him.

Virgil gave him a smile and spoke "Nothing can bother us as long as we have each other." He fell silent as banging was heard on their door. Their drunk band mate's voices were heard. "Oi, go away! No drunk band mates in this hotel room!" Virgil called out to them loudly. A tinge of his british roots came out in his voice at that statement. Sometimes when he was tired, the accent that he worked on hiding so very hard when he moved to america creeped in. He looked down at Elliot and blushed.

Virgil continued to kiss Elliot lightly as they stood there contently together. He placed his hand on Elliot's cheek as they pulled away from the kiss. He gave him a grin as he left the bed and grabbed his supplies. He tilted the notebook away from Elliot. "It's a secret." He told him simply. He stood and began to walk as he hummed a soft melody. He continued writing down his notes and chords as he did so. Soon he stood up and grabbed his acoustic guitar he kept in the hotel room and began to strum this melody. He grinned as he figured out a good pattern. He knew Elliot was curious of what he was doing but it would be a secret for quite a while. Soon he packed his guitar away and sat back down on the bed, writing lyrics. A little while later, he placed the notebook back in his guitar case and laid down on the bed. He grabbed Elliot and pulled him close under the covers, yawning.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐍
xxxxlead singer for bloodline and the lost black • cismale • twenty-five • homosexual

Feeling warmer at the sound of Virgil's laughter, the action tingling through to the singer's spine, Elliot let out a girlish chuckle in response to the guitarist's teasing and cheerily responded with as much honesty as always "Mmm, and it always will be. The feeling is just so...relaxing." Letting himself momentarily get lost in the feeling of Virgil's hands against his scalp, Elliot closed his eyes briefly before again opening them and offering a euphoric smile, his shoulders sagging ever the slightest as he melted under the physical contact "Who knows; maybe I'm just extra sensitive."

Feigning offense as Virgil called him dramatic, the singer quickly reaching forward to hit his lover's shoulder as if to scold him, Elliot huffed and shook his hair wildly from side to side before facing front again and tilting his chin up proudly, putting a sassy hand on his hip and sucking his cheeks in in a pout "Hmph! Darling, I may be a queen, but I am hardly dramatic." As if to emphasize the falsity of the statement, Elliot let a grin slip and broke into a deep laughter, finding amusement in his own obvious lies. Who was he kidding; he was the epitome of melodramatic, and couldn't function without being wildly quirky and exaggerated for even a minute long.

Admittedly feeling flushed as Virgil grabbed his hand and pulled it away from his mouth, his olive toned skin turning red in embarrassment for having been caught trying to cover his protruding teeth, Elliot felt his stomach twist and tie in knots at the guitarist's heartfelt words and nearly broke out into tears of joy then and there "A-ah...S-sorry, dear. It's instinctive, I suppose.."
His voice choppy from his obvious emotional exertion, feeling a lot less self conscious about his overbite and feeling a lot more relaxed then he would ever admit, Elliot crashed his head against Virgil's chest and made every effort to cover his growing blush. Always finding it hard to cope with his imperfections, quick to mock himself and grow defensive over any emphasis on his teeth, Elliot was conditioned to consider his dental abnormality as a flaw and as a defect for so long that it hardly seemed possible to feel comfortable with himself. Though, the thought of Virgil seeing him as himself, and seeing that as enough, was certainly encouraging.
"Thank you.." Practically inaudible with how far he'd buried his face into the guitarist's shirt, Elliot flushed a little larger as the words spilled out and felt himself unconsciously wrap his arms around Virgil's waist in seek for comfort. It didn't seem like much, but to Elliot, this moment was beyond precious. And, admittedly a tad bit healing; healing Elliot from all damage the stares and comments of others caused, as well as the damage caused by his own self-consciousness.

Peeling himself back as Virgil spoke up, the words spilling out causing him to maintain the same blush, Elliot let out a small chuckle and smiled brightly up at Virgil "Still! I don't want anyone else to steal you away from me...I want you all to myself."

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Brushing off Virgil's words, knowing the guitarist to be a tease, Elliot huffed and let a quick smirk cover his features as he wrapped his arms tighter around himself "Mm, thank you my dear. It's quite comfortable...in fact, I don't think I can give this back." A playful look on his face, Elliot let out a girlish laughter and contentedly threw himself back against the mattress, rolling about like a child before finding himself a comfortable position and sprawling out "I now claim this as my own, and dub thee sweater-less! Sorry, love." Offering a less than apologetic wink and chuckle, the slim-figured singer watched as Virgil crawled into their bed and happily hummed, playing along with his previous statement and sitting upright slightly so he could teasingly tap onto the guitarist's shoulder before leeching onto the other man.

Feeling rather conflicted as Virgil fell into a depressive state, wishing he could just hug and kiss the destructive thoughts away from his love, Elliot shook his head and quickly (yet thoughtfully) refuted the male's words "Nonsense; you are perfect in every single way, and I won't let you think anything less!" Leaning forward and kissing the male's cheek lovingly, Elliot trailed his pointer finger boldly down the guitarist's facial silhouette/profile and cheekily poked at the end of Virgil's nose when he landed there "Besides, I happen to rather like your nose."

Curling closer to Virgil and resting his head in the crook of the other male's neck, Elliot reached a slim hand forward to grasp one of Virgil's and quickly intertwined their fingers, reaching their hands up so he could lay a kiss on top of the guitarist's "There's no need to worry over such things. I will always love you, and whatever flaws you may claim to have. In my eyes, there is no one even half as handsome as you are." Placing their hands on top of Virgil's chest, just in his range of sight, Elliot looked up at the other male's face with a wide smile and teasingly reached up with his free hand to poke the spot in between the guitarist's eyebrows with an amused huff "Besides, Worrying will give you wrinkles, darling."

Laughing almost hysterically as Virgil yelled out to their band mates from behind the door, taking note of his blush and his creeping accent, Elliot looked up at the guitarist and warmly smiled "Mmm, I didn't know you were British, Virgil" Looking from his love to the ceiling, numbly rubbing his thumb against the top of Virgil's hand, Elliot closed his eyes and contentedly hummed "That accent...how melodic."

Accepting Virgil's kiss with large enthusiasm, nuzzling his cheek up against the male's hand, Elliot closed his eyes in bliss once more and felt himself reaching blindly forward when Virgil pulled back. Frowning and shooting his eyes open, offering a large and dramatic whine in response, Elliot watched and listened in to his lover's solo session and remained relatively silent throughout, minus his initial outburst. "Hmph, how unfair!"

[cswolf.]

Virgil chuckled as he looked down at the smaller boy. He noticed Elliot beginning to zone out as he relaxed with Virgil's hands in his hair. He chuckled. "I can see that." He spoke in response to him. "I am pretty sure you are extra sensitive in your scalp." He chuckled. "But you're also sensitive in here..." He spoke as he he used his other hand to gently poke Elliot's chest where his heart would be. He smiled.

Virgil chuckled again as Elliot hit his shoulder playfully in scolding him about calling him dramatic. "Ellie, I am pretty sure just by the way you are standing right now, you are proving my point that you are dramatic." He teased the smaller male with a laugh. He knew that Elliot knew that he was lying but this game of fake deceit was fun. Virgil always enjoyed when he was able to let loose and just have fun with Elliot and not worry about the others judging him.
He smiled again when Elliot flushed as the touch of his hand pulling his hand away from Elliot's face. He loved Elliot's smile so much so it pained him a bit when he felt like he had to hid it. He nodded when Elliot apologized. "There is no need to apologize Elliot. I understand." He spoke with a nod to him. Virgil blushed as Elliot suddenly hugged him and buried his face in his chest to hid his growing blush. He knew that Elliot saw his smile as a defect but Virgil saw it as just another thing that made Elliot unique in every way. He was special and Virgil enjoyed letting him know how special he is.

Virgil heard the small thanks that came from Elliot even though it was muffled in his chest. He smiled and wrapped his arms around Elliot to comfort the smaller boy. He knew that he was feeling a lot of emotions at this current point. He enjoyed these small moments of bliss that they often shared with each other.

Virgil blushed as Elliot indicated that he did not want anyone to steal him away from Elliot and that he wanted him all to himself. He enjoyed this close clinginess. It was cute when Elliot did it, not when others did however.
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Virgil chuckled as Elliot threatened to keep his sweater hostage for making him lay in the bed on his own. "I have plenty of sweat-shirts hun." He explained to him as he looked at him. "I have quite the nice sweater collection even though most of them are black." He laughed as he looked at him. "It's the only color I really look good in after all..." He sighed as he looked away.
Virgil looked down at Elliot as he continued trying to beat his depressive thoughts away with his optimism. He appreciated the efforts of the smaller male but he knew that he had flaws. He laughed as Virgil called him perfect. "Elliot, I am far from perfection." He indicated as he looked at him. As his nose was poked Virgil squeaked and looked at him with a blush. "I'm glad someone likes it..." He explained with a sigh. As Elliot grasped his hand and entwined their fingers Virgil couldn't help but smile. The gesture was small but it was very nice and comforting to the taller male. Virgil blushed as Elliot indicated that he would always love him no matter what flaws he had. He smiled as he looked down at him and chuckled as he spoke about him getting wrinkles. "Now, take all of that positivity and optimism and put it towards yourself next time you are feeling down about yourself." He explained as he looked at him. He kissed his cheek.

Virgil blushed as Elliot began to laugh at him as a bit of his accent came out. "Yes, my secret's out. I'm originally from England. I moved to the United States when I was about 18 to go to college. That's how I met you." He explained as he looked at him. "I was made fun of my accent so I worked hard to adapt the american accent." He continued his story. "Plus, my accent never really did come out whenever I did vocals so it wasn't too hard." He shrugged as he looked at him. He blushed as Elliot called his accent melodic.

Virgil chuckled as he noticed Elliot getting impatient with his song writing process. He pulled him close to his chest under the covers as they laid there on the bed. "Now, go to bed hun..." He yawned, his accent coming through again as he closed his eyes to finally rest after a long day of stress, affections, and confessions.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐍
xxxxlead singer for bloodline and the lost black • cismale • twenty-five • homosexual

Letting out a deep chested hum in response to Virgil's words, a toothy grin spreading across his features as his eyes fluttered closed once more, Elliot chuckled lightly and accepted defeat to the guitarist's statement "Mmm, it's true. But I imagine you are partially to blame for it." The feeling of Virgil's hand poking at his covered chest bringing his eyelids back open, the Egyptian boy couldn't help but to turn a bit bashful at the affectionate yet teasing words; after all, he prided himself in appearing tough as nails at all times, so he was unused to being exposed for his emotional nature. Trying to shake off his sudden flush, Elliot played off his lover's words and let out a breathy laugh "Nonsense. I'm 100 percent fool proof. "

Taking Virgil's use of nickname as a playful addition, Elliot teasingly rolled his eyes and jutted a leg forward as to put emphasis on his hips, tilting his chin upwards in denial of the guitarists statement "Hmph, untrue! In fact, I consider myself quite boring. That, and quite dull; ordinary, even." Unable to hold his front any longer when Virgil broke the false seriousness with a laugh, the singer cracked a smile joined in on the moment of laughter and stood with his legs upright once again, unconsciously reaching a hand forward to cover his mouth but catching himself and lowering his arm back to his side. He knew it would take a while to break that habit, but with Virgil around he finally had a reason to better himself and his self-confidence.

A feeling of calm washing over him as the laughter passed, Elliot's smile never fading, the male looked over at Virgil and couldn't help but to feel even happier. It was the moments like this that kept Elliot consistently joyful; the goofing off and the shared moments of fun. In fact, these were the only times he felt truly at peace, minus his performances on stage of course.
It really was strange how someone so comfortable under the spotlight could be so out of place in day-to-day situations.

Keeping himself curled up against Virgil as the male spoke up once again, finding himself embarrassed of his sudden sappiness, Elliot nodded half-heartedly but felt an overwhelming warmth growing inside his heart after Virgil's encouragement "Mmm...Okay" his words nothing more than a mumble and a vibration through the guitarist's clothes/chest, Elliot shivered as Virgil wrapped his arms around him and found his smile widening as well as his blush.
It was moments like these that made the singer fall in love all over again.

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Sucking his cheeks in in defiance of Virgil's cocksure words, wrapping his arms protectively around the sweater as if it even mattered anymore, Elliot visibly slouched and began to pout (childishly, might I add) "Hmph! Well, I'll help myself to them all in due time. Just you wait."
Listening in to Virgil's claim of color control, Elliot unwrapped his arms from himself and confidently reached forward to grab at his lover's current shirt, shamelessly eyeing over the guitarist before returning his eyes back up to Virgil's "I hardly think that's true...In fact, I imagine you'd be quite attractive in yellow." Grinning, the male let go of the other's shirt and flattened out the wrinkles with the same hand, keeping his attention on Virgil's chest as he spoke up once again "Maybe it's just wishful thinking, though...you can't blame me for wanting to see my lover dressed my favorite color."

Visibly frowning as Virgil blew off his comments with a half-hearted laugh, Elliot kept eye contact with the guitarist and reached a desperate hand forward to rest on the other male's cheek "Not to me, you aren't. If you could only see yourself through my eyes..." Closing his eyes and reaching forward to kiss Virgil boldly on the lips as he trailed off, Elliot pulled himself back hesitantly after a few short minutes and smiled brightly as he caught the guitarist blushing "I love everything about you. But I must admit, your nose certainly stands out as a close second...First being your personality, of course."

Chuckling quietly to himself, the male only pulled himself back to the moment as Virgil lay a kiss on his cheek, causing the Egyptian male's olive-toned cheeks to blow up in multiple shades of red and pink. "A-ah...Will do, darling." His embarrassment causing his voice to crack ever the slightest as he spoke up, Elliot tried to blow off the moment with another nervous bout of laughter, but found himself instead soaking in Virgil's every word. How was it that every single word Virgil said could hit his heart so intensely? It seemed hardly fair.

Looking down at their intertwined hands as Virgil told his story, rubbing his thumb comfortingly across the top of his lover's hand, Elliot smiled widely and shook his head disapprovingly after Virgil was done speaking "You shouldn't have to hide your heritage, my love. I don't see how being from England should ever be considered a flaw." Making eye contact once again and focusing his attention on Virgil's light blue orbs, the Egyptian male tightened the grip of his hand on Virgil's as if to show he was there for him and lifted his free hand to touch the guitarist's cheek "I will make sure no one ever makes fun of you for something so beautiful ever again. I mean it."

Returning his free hand to Virgil's chest, curling up closer, Elliot closed his eyelids and sighed contentedly at Virgil's next words "Yes, yes dear...Goodnight."
Smiling to himself, laying a small kiss on the top of Virgil's hand, the olive-toned male let his body relax against the guitarist's and mumbled one last thing before falling asleep after a long, exhausting day of performing, extreme emotions, and drawn out confessions. "I'm so glad to have met you.."

[cswolf.]

Virgil smiled as Elliot gave him a grin that was true, happy, and did not hide his teeth. He considered that that displayed that Elliot was truly comfortable with him at his side. It made him feel special. He smiled as he looked at him. "That is untrue. You have always had a sensitive heart." He explained as he looked at him. "Remember that time we were in Vegas and the bouncers were not letting a teenage girl and her mother into the venue because the girl had forgotten her ID which said she was of legal age to drink and you personally walked over and escorted them in with an upgrade in seats for their trouble? That shows that you have a sensitive heart." He explained as he looked at him. He knew that Elliot tried to keep up and image but Elliot's image was of a kind hearted singer. It was one of the traits that Virgil admired about Elliot. It helped him to fall in love with him.

Virgil loved using the nickname 'Ellie' for Elliot only when they were in private. It was a nickname he had developed for the man when they first started to get close and it just stuck. He chuckled as Elliot told the biggest lie of the century. "Elliot, you and I both know that is the largest lie of the century. You are far from boring, dull, and ordinary." He explained as he looked at the man. He held Elliot's hand gently in his own, encouraging him when he tried to cover his mouth again. He loved Elliot and loved encouraging him and being his strong post in times of need. It made Virgil feel special and wanted. He loved it.
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Virgil chuckled as Elliot wrapped his arms around himself in the sweater and proclaimed he would find a way to help himself to all the sweaters. "You'd better not..." He spoke teasingly. "I do not need glitter on all of my comfortable clothing." He spoke with a laugh as he looked over at him. He blushed when Elliot grabbed his shirt and brought him closer, admiring him. "You will only see me in yellow once in your life Ellie..." He warned. "It will be on our wedding day..." He spoke simply, turning away with a hidden smirk. He knew that statement would fluster Elliot to no avail and he was excited for his reaction but he didn't want him to know that he knew that he said that.

Virgil sighed as Elliot continued to try and comfort him about his looks. He appreciated the effort. He looked over at him with a smile as he kissed him. He kissed back before the blush coated his face. "I am sure anything seen through your eyes can be beautiful. You are hopelessly optimistic." He teased the smaller male. He blushed as Elliot spoke about loving everything about him. "I love everything about you too, Elliot..." He replied with a smile.
Virgil was very self conscious as he told his story about being bullied about his origin in the world. "It's not that being from England was a flaw. It was the fact that I was different that bothered them." He explained as he looked at him. He spoke a nice thank you when Elliot insisted that he would make sure nobody ever made fun of him for it again.
Virgil held Elliot close as they began to fall asleep. "Good night my sunshine..." He murmured against the top of his head as he pulled the covers around themselves. "I'm glad to have met you too..." He added.
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The next morning, the lovebirds awoke to rapid knocking on their hotel door. "Boys! Hurry up! We are going to be late for our V.I.P Brunch with the fans..." They heard their drummer shouting before his footsteps left. Virgil yawned and shook Elliot. "Time to wake up, babe..." He murmured as he stood out of bed. His voice was husky and his accent came out quite a bit. He stretched and began to get ready for the day.

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐍
xxxxlead singer for bloodline and the lost black • cismale • twenty-five • homosexual

As if trying to hold his ground, Elliot shook his head one time through and let his frizzy, slightly curled locks fall into his face, sucking in his cheeks to show his jaw structure with a slight and playful frown "I am far from sensitive." Turning his chin upwards and unconsciously bringing more attention to his nose and the bits of his teeth that stuck out over top of his bottom lip, Elliot let a small smile slip as he recollected the shared memory and huffed in amusement, waving one hand in the air dismissively "But that was unfair! I mean, I hardly find it reasonable to be that stuffy about something so minor...besides, what's the point in making music if not everyone can hear it? I want to be able to sing for each and every person out there, darling." Feeling frustrated as he looked back on the moment, empathy striking him (coming from a place where he was always told what he could and couldn't do), Elliot reached playfully forward to push a delicate hand on Virgil's chest as he let out a quick pet name, a grin evident on his face.

Finding it impossible to hold back his laughter as Virgil called out his obvious idiocy, the olive-toned male put a hand on his own chest as his body shook with his deep rooted laughter and felt no need to hide his ridiculousness "That's true. Ah, it almost hurt to say the word 'ordinary' in a sentence describing myself." Wiping at his eyes so as to dry them after the bout of laughter, Elliot offered a cheeky grin to Virgil and gladly accepted the other's hand, giddy at the thought of having the guitarist at his side.

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Shrugging in response to Virgil's proclamation, a playful look still evident on his face, Elliot pulled the long arms of the sweater down past his hands and rested one hand on his hip, jutting it out as much as he could from his current sitting position "Really, by now you ought to know that you can't control me." Keeping his position as the guitarist again brought up the topic of his flamboyant use of glitter, the older Egyptian boy laughed in a shameless manner and shrugged dismissively once more, tucking a stray piece of his mane behind his ear "Darling, you must learn to get used to the accessories if you plan on being with me. The glitter and sequins are part of the package." Blowing him a cheeky kiss, a grin across his face, Elliot lowered both hands back to his side only to lean back on them, crossing his long and bare legs and spreading them across the length of the bed.

Feeling prideful as he spotted Virgil's blush, a sure result of Elliot's sudden dominance, the singer lifted a brow and listened to his lover's warning with a peaked interest. Opening his mouth to inquire when that one time would be, his curiosity getting the best of him, Elliot was very suddenly silenced when Virgil answered his unasked question, the singer's face blowing up in every shade of red and pink known to mankind. Was Virgil intentionally fishing for ways to make the poor boy utterly embarrassed? Because if so, he had succeeded.
Feeling bashful and completely stunned at the sudden loop hole thrown at him, Elliot opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally being able to spit out some sort of half-baked response "M-marriage? Don't be ridiculous, my dear; I'm hardly marriage material." Looking down and to the side of him, hoping his hair would hide enough of his certainly inflamed face, Elliot spat out the words with a berating and self-deprecating chuckle towards himself. After all, who would ever want to marry such an abnormal character as Elliot?
But despite the downtrodden tone, the singer couldn't help but to smile, biting down on his bottom lip with his extended front teeth as if to keep his joy contained. It was almost ridiculous how much he was letting a simple sentence affect him, feeling over-the-moon and breathless from such a small moment in time.

Managing to calm himself down after a few deep intakes of breath, Elliot lifted his head back up and looked to Virgil with little to no flush left in his cheeks "I can't help but be optimistic. I mean, there is so much left to do; how could I ever waste my time feeling sorry for myself?" Smiling widely and truthfully at his lover, waving his hands excitedly as if to prove a point, the singer didn't see a point in denying it. He was aware that he was hopelessly positive, 24/7; so much that it could almost be considered a defect.

Feeling empathetic after hearing the finale of Virgil's story, Elliot wrapped a comforting arm around the other male and quickly tried to offer his condolences "People can't help but to feel overwhelmed at anyone who differs from the mainframe, but you can't be discouraged, my love. Embrace your differences. It's much more fun that way." Grinning in amusement, Elliot snuggled closer and closed his eyes blissfully as he continued to ramble "Of course, this is coming from someone as outrageous and as flashy as a peacock, but you know what I mean."

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Waking to rapid and hostile knocking at the hotel door and to the encouraging words of Virgil, Elliot couldn't help but to huff in frustration, muttering some very unpleasant words under his breath and tucking his scruffy bedhead far under the covers. To say the least, the diva was not a morning person: so much so that whoever dared to wake him would end up dealing with his wrath for the rest of the day.
Today, the boys were lucky, because Virgil was there to keep him stable and keep him from bashing his bandmates upside the head with each of their respective instruments.

Only pulling his head back out from the covers when the weight on the bed shifted, leaving him feeling rather needy and lonely, Elliot sat upright after much struggle and internal debate and stretched very dramatically, whining rather forcefully and remaining momentarily unaware of his disheveled appearance "Mmm...Come back, darling...what's the rush?" Wiping tiredly at his eyes, still a little crusty from the excess makeup from last nights performance, Elliot sat still and looked lovingly up at Virgil, a genuine and confident smile on his face. This was the only time of day where Elliot could be seen completely vulnerable; the only time where he could care less about his appearance or his image. Unaware that his hair was sticking up in at least 10 different directions, Elliot curled his knees up to his chest and contentedly lay his head sideways against them, wrapping arms around his legs to hold his position as his eyes remained locked on his boyfriend.

[cswolf.]

Virgil laughed as Elliot lied again and stated that we was the farthest thing from sensitive. He chuckled and leaned down and kissed the pout that Elliot had created. "Ellie, you should stop lying..." He teased the boy. "You are very sensitive babe, and that is not a bad thing." He explained as he looked at him. He chuckled again as he noticed him strike a dynamic pose. He smiled and placed his own hand over Elliot's as he rested it on his chest. "You sure do like feeling my chest..." He teased the boy again.

Virgil laughed as Elliot realized his lie about calling himself ordinary. "I know. The word Elliot and ordinary cannot be found in the same realm." He explained as he looked at him. He smiled contently as he held the other man's hand.
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Virgil chuckled as Elliot stuck a dynamic pose once more in their bed and stared at him with his playful look. "Hun, nobody can control a whirlwind such as you..." He explained as he looked at him. "Sometimes I question how the managers get you to stay on track..." He teased the boy with a smile. Elliot did have poor time management skills but that was why he had the rest of the band to help him. He laughed as he looked at him. "Fine, I guess I will need to get used to the glitter and sequins as part of your package." He spoke with a playful huff.

Virgil could tell that Elliot was feeling quite proud of himself for making Virgil blush so much. He would allow the smaller boy to have this victory but he knew that he would get his revenge soon enough. Virgil chuckled as he looked at Elliot. "Ellie, you are exactly marriage material. You love large public displays and I am sure our wedding is going to be quite grand if you are involved." He teased him with a smile. "You will have a ring upon that finger before you know it..." He teased him with a smile as he sipped his water that was on his side-table.

Virgil smiled as he looked at Elliot again. "That's a good mantra to have." He nodded as he looked at him. He hugged Elliot back when he hugged him after he told him his woes. "It's alright. As long as I have you, those bullies will not bother me." He spoke as he looked at him with the smile.
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Virgil looked over at Elliot tiredly as he told him to come back to bed. Virgil sniffled with a sneeze and spoke now in a tone that you could sense he was congested. "We have that V.I.P. brunch babe..." He explained as he looked at him. Virgil did not look much better than Elliot. He had his bed head of course but now Elliot would be able to see he was very pale and clammy. His eyes were red and his nose running. His throat itched and you could hear a cough come from him every once in a while. Our dear Virgil was sick. But of course, as a man, he would not admit it. Rockstars did not get sick. The show must go on.

[cswolf.]

{bump}

[borahae.]

xxxx▬▬▬𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐍
xxxxlead singer for bloodline and the lost black • cismale • twenty-five • homosexual

Admittedly melting into Virgil's small smooch, the other male's touch making the singer forget himself and his previous stubborn purpose, Elliot let his posture slouch again and gave a goofy and lovestruck grin back to his lover "Mmm, I hardly see it as a good thing either my dear..." His olive-toned face unconsciously turning a shade of red as his words trailed off and Virgil's pet names finally rang through his ears, his heart skipping a beat despite the fact that he'd been called 'Ellie' practically a thousand times throughout their years of knowing each other, Elliot tried to bring as little attention to himself as possible (something very unusual for him) and gladly listened in as his boyfriend laughed teasingly at him. Huffing in return to the guitarist's comment and slyly attempting to intertwine their two hands, Elliot didn't bother denying Virgil's words and instead played right along "Really darling, by now you must surely be used to my touchy-feely tendencies. I can hardly contain myself around you; you are just my type, after all." Shooting him a playful wink and charming smile, Elliot pulled his body closer to Virgil's and wrapped his arms around one of the guitarist's.

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Letting out a very sudden and deep laugh, almost resonating a snort, Elliot proudly pushed his smooth and (for once) unexposed chest forward and waved a hand in the air as if to dismiss any other option as Virgil called him out on being unpredictable and uncontrollable "That's part of what makes me fun." Blowing a kiss and leaning back on the backboard of the bed, Elliot crossed his legs indian style in front of him and retained his cheeky smile as he continued his statement "Though, I'm sure there are times the managers would like to kill me...well, for that matter, I'm sure it applies to you and the boys as well. As quoted, I am 'contemptibly obnoxious', which feels more like a nice way to say completely unbearable." Accepting the fact that he is disagreeable and likely irritating, Elliot laughed once again after his statement and quickly continued "It's astonishing that none of you have hit me yet...but, I suppose there's still time."

Feeling encouraged as Virgil spoke in a defeated manner, the small Egyptian boy gladly took the opportunity to add in his commentary, teasing his lover once again "You say that as if you haven't already accepted that fact...I mean, I hardly see how you could have been my best friend for these past however-many years without some form of extreme tolerance." Suddenly leaning over to cling to Virgil's arm like a koala bear, Elliot looked past his mane at the other male's ice blue eyes and smiled giddily. It still seemed so unreal to him that the one next to him could now be called his 'boyfriend'. "All these years of excess glitter and shared suitcases should have taught you a lesson or two; you can't avoid sharing every bit of my fashion choices."

Turning as red as the nearest tomato as Virgil talked of weddings and marriage, catching the normally dominant and outgoing male by surprise, Elliot tried his best to bury himself in the large sweatshirt he was wearing and behind his hair as he stammered out some embarrassingly affected response "O-oh, well, I suppose I can't deny that...B-both the ring, or the grand wedding, of course." Glancing up unsurely after he spoke out, lightly hitting Virgil's shoulder as he took note that the other male was enjoying his victory, Elliot remained bright red but found himself feeling a bit more relaxed "It's not fair to take advantage of me like this...I'm extra sensitive in here, did you forget?" Pointing to his heart and shaking his head with a chuckle, Elliot cleared his throat as if to wipe away the rest of his embarassment and quickly recovered enough to let out a snide remark "Besides, don't get too far ahead of yourself... shouldn't you take me out to dinner first?"

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Catching the congestion in his boyfriend's voice and taking a moment to really process the importance of that fact, Elliot shook his head and quickly crawled back towards Virgil as he crawled back into the bed "Mmm, that brunch can wait..." Curling up to the guitarist and only then processing the fact that his lover was sick after feeling the heat radiating off of him, Elliot quickly snapped his head to face Virgil and stuck out a hand to rest of the other's forehead as if to test his obvious temperature "Yikes, dear, are you feeling okay? You are awfully warm." Dragging his hand from Virgil's forehead to his cheek, Elliot held eye contact with his sick guitarist and quickly frowned "Stay here, sweetheart; I'm going to call our manager and tell him to cancel our brunch and our performance tonight. You need a day of rest." Reaching forward and kissing Virgil's forehead, Elliot stood up with little hesitation and strutted over to the hotel desk to get his phone in his briefs and the guitarist's oversized sweater. He wasn't about to hear any objections right now; his Virgil was obviously sick, and being the mother hen he was, he could hardly sit back and let the male push himself past the point of no return.

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{Omg, sorry to just disappear off the face of the earth from CS. I've been very busy with work, irl things, as well as trying to get my mental and physical health under control. Hopefully I will be more active now.}

Virgil chuckled as he watched Elliot melt into his embrace. He still loved the effect he could have upon Elliot at any point in time. It made him feel special. He grinned as he noticed Elliot flush up quite quickly. He hummed as he looked at him. He knew that his pet names were causing this. He loved it. "I am quite used to your touchy-feely tendencies." He spoke as he looked at him He rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "I know that I am just your type." He teased. "You've not been very subtle in your signs of attraction to me." He explained as he flashed him a wink and pulled him closer to him.
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Virgil laughed as Elliot almost snorted as he laughed. He smiled as Elliot puffed his chest out like a proud lion, even though his chest was covered by Virgil's stolen sweater. He smiled at him and leaned down, brushing his hair behind his ear. "I know, You are the man who has the most fun in the group. That's why you are the face of the band." Virgil teased him with a smile upon his face. He shook his head with a smile. "I am never bothered by you at all and I would never refer to you as obnoxious." Virgil spoke as he looked at him. It was the truth. He never found him annoying or obnoxious. Elliot's hyperactive and unpredictable nature is exactly what makes Elliot....Elliot. He loved him, flaws and all. "Ellie, if anyone tries to hit you, I will be blocking it and hitting them back twice as hard." He explained to him. He was a protective boyfriend it seems. He hoped Elliot did not mind.

Virgil gave him a small smile and a chuckle. "I know, I have quite the tolerance to have dealt with you so long." He teased him with a smile upon his face. He wrapped his arms around Elliot as he leaned into him. He looked back into his eyes with a love-struck smile upon his face. He laughed. "All the glitter and shared suitcases in the world could never prepare me for the fashions you show. Nobody else can rock the style you do." He teased him as he looked at him.

Virgil grinned as Elliot was as bright as a tomato at the talk of weddings and such. He grinned as he watched Elliot try and bury himself in his sweater and disappear. "Hmm, I am sure the ring and wedding will be ultra extravagant, just fancy won't cut it for my little rock-star." Virgil teased him with a smile. "I know you are sensitive hun." He teased. "I will take you out to a nice dinner soon, I assure you." Virgil explained as he looked at him. "But, we will have to fake like we are still just friends sadly. We cannot let the public know about us." He reminded as he looked at him.
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Virgil coughed as he looked at Elliot through narrowed eyes. "Brunch can't wait..." He hoarsely spoke. "We have obligations..." He explained tiredly as he cuddled with Elliot. He leaned into his hand as he rested it against his face. Yes, Virgil was burning up but he would continue to deny that he was sick. "I'm feeling fine Ellie..." He assured him as he tried to sit up. "We can't cancel our brunch or performance tonight. The people need to see us. They paid good money to see us..." Virgil coughed as he looked at him tiredly. "We have no time to reschedule the performance. I'll be fine..." He assured him as he got out of bed. The room soon begun to spin and he collapsed down to the floor. He groaned and soon his vision went black.