🧡💜First date butterflies💜🧡
(Picture found on google:)
•OC x canon, Virgil sanders x oc, strengthziety
Notes: This was actually my irl first date with Virgil. And this isn’t actually how she confessed her feelings in the sander sides lore, that’s more of a slow burn, but this would be our first date if he was real instead of if I was fictional:) Also shoutout to my bestie @hearts4fiction for being in this. He’s a really cool selfshipper as well. Check him out:)
The lights dimmed in the magnificent stage until the auditorium went dark. The only thing visible to Alyna was the slight outline of Virgil’s body next to her and the shine of his coffee colored iris. Even as just a slight shadow, he was still the most beautiful being she’s ever seen. His eyes seemed to catch hers, Virgil’s eyes darting out of her gaze in an instant. Her arm slowly crept up the chairs side, resting her hand gently on top of his.
But first we got to tell how we got to this point. It starts with a terrified side pacing back and forth in her room. Any sounds Alyna heard was drowned out by the sound of her heart thudding against her ribcage. One of her best friends, Star, was observing, and by observing meaning making sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.
“I dunno, Star. What if I messed up? I mean, he means so much to me and this might ruin everything! I don’t even know if he likes girls!”
Her hands instinctively flap in the air, she had to move something or her body would have to deal with all the pent up stress
“Man, it’s not that bad.”
Star replies, picking at his nails “He probably just became a flustered mess when you gave him that mushy note. I think he’s still tryna process it right now. Where are you guys going if he says yes?” Alyna fidgets with her hair, her head blank but her body feeling as if her insides were rearranged “Well Sweeney Todd is coming to us so I thought I’d get tickets to it and see it with him. Oh Star, do you HAVE to go on your date while I’m here suffering?!” He scoffs and lets out a soft chuckle “You know I can’t do that. I promised you I’d be here until it was time, didn’t I?” Star looks up at the clock. It was 5:20, only ten more minutes before he had to leave. Time seemed to crawl on. Alyna did everything to calm her nerves but nothing was working and there still wasn’t a response form Virgil. Maybe he would ignore her, pretend that this never happened, but that would hurt more than if he flat out rejected her. Finally, faint footsteps climbed up the stairs, and on instinct, Alyna’s body slipped under her bed. The suspense on what he was saying was unbearably heavy.
But as the door creaked open, it dawned on her that isn’t wasn’t her lover at the door, but Stars.
“There you are.” Logan calls, pushing up his specs a slight bit. “I was looking for you everywhere! And-why is she under the bed?” Alyna leans on her arm, looking up at him casually as if she wasn’t scared out of her mind “Hey, Lo.” He scoffed, this wasn’t the weirdest thing he’s seen so he decides not to question it “Anyways, are you ready, babe?” Star nods, a wide grin on his face “Of course, my love.” He looks back at Alyna, the fear hidden in her eyes was like a lion trying to hide beneath a houseplant. Attempted, yet never effective. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stay for longer, I bet he’ll respond, just give him some time.” A dawn of realization washes over Logan’s facial expressions “Oh, it almost slipped my mind.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a slip of paper out of his pocket.
“Virgil wanted me to give this to you, Alyna.”
Adrenaline spiked her muscles at she quickly took it, examining the folded up paper in awe “Well we better get going, Farewell.” Logan and Star walk, their arms linked together. Alyna sees Star give her an approving nod before the pair was out of sight.
Alyna didn’t want to open it, whatever was in here, it would send her through a storm of emotions. She jerks her head away from the paper as she slowly unfolds it, smoothing out the creases in it. The content of the note were now visible, but her eyes were snapped shut, afraid of what could lie inside this seemingly harmless sheet of paper. She probably had to open it before the sweat beading from her palms gets to the paper first. Slowly, her eyes narrow open scanning the paper. The writing was make in black ink and the handwriting was a little sloppy, but readable. To her surprise, there was only one word on that paper
That sounded like him. She poured all of her feeling and heart into that letter and he responds with a simple word, classic Virgil. It took a second for her to realize, but that was a yes. She pacing faster around her room, bouncing against the walls happily. He liked her? The thought was almost hard to believe. That one word was all she could think about at dinner, all she could think about while getting ready for bed, and all she could dream about when she fell asleep.
And now, like the world had flashed by, she was standing awkwardly at the entrance of the auditorium, wearing a fuzzy orange cardigan over her regular tank top with long, formal pants instead of her shorts. She was holding a small, purple, hyacinth in her hand. She fidgeted with the delicate petals, making sure none of them break. She wondering if Virgil was lying, if this was just to give her false confidence. All of those thoughts were completely shattered when she felt a shadow looming over her.
She looked up to see him. He was wearing a black leather jacket and a skirt that complemented his eyeshadow. “Oh! Virgil! You look…” she took a second to process how he looked “Absolutely beautiful…” His eyes darted from hers “That’s an overstatement! but….you look nice too…” she pulled on the collar of her tank top nervously and handing him the flower “For me?” He said, raising an eyebrow “You got good taste. Thanks.” He smirked, the same smirk that could make her pass out then and there “Let’s go in, idiot. Don’t want to be late for the show.” “Y-yea, cmon..”
The cool breeze from inside blew against them as they waited in line to get in. She had a million questions to ask him, but she didn’t have the voice to say them “Thank you for coming with me. I didn’t think you said yes.” She muttered out. Virgil turned to her, a softer look in his eyes. “Don’t mention it. I’m glad you asked me.” Their hands were only a few centimeters from touching and she had to fight the overwhelming urge to just take it as her own. But she couldn’t, her nerves left her movements frozen.
The two sat down in there seats. His hand resting on the armrest was just too irresistible. She couldn’t help glancing back at it from time to time, until darkness slipped through the room and she took the chance to place her hand on top of his, as the show started. Her shoulder felt unusually heavy and she realized it was Virgil’s head that was weighing it down. Alyna couldn’t believe he let her initiate contact, let alone show some himself. Throughout the show, they found comfort in each others presence and the gruesome, bloody scenes on stage. “We need to do this more often…” she whispered through the sounds of the ballad-like music.
“I think so too.”
