Roman groaned softly as he looked up at Patton, leaning against him. Wait a second... he blinked, moving his fingers a bit. He felt at Patton. He looked back at the mirror, then back at the other. It took a moment for him to find his voice.
“...I-I... I’m free...”
(Welp, groundhog found its shadow, six more weeks of winter :()
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“Yes, the witch trapped me in there all those years ago, but- it’s you! You’re my one true love!! The witch said that the touch of my true love’s palm would set me free, and- and it worked!!”
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He pulled Roman closer and held him. His touch was so gentle... After a bit, Patton took Roman's crown and put it on his head. The younger boy giggled.
Oh, Patton holding him. Roman hadn’t felt any kind of affection in years, so the feeling of being held caused him to absolutely melt against the other. He was fully relaxed, and smiled and chuckled.
“I just feel special that my true love is you...”
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"...I'm a nobody... I get made fun of for showing up at school... Same old routine since first grade... So this... I don't know about this... Maybe the curse was faulty or something..."
For in everything it is no easy task to find the middle ... anyone can get angry—that is easy—or give or spend money; but to do this to the right person, to the right extent, at the right time, with the right motive, and in the right way, that is not for everyone, nor is it easy; wherefore goodness is both rare and laudable and noble. — Aristotle