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Virgil was done. He got kidnapped. Again! He sort of knew why the Duke kept kidnapping him, but that didn’t make it any better. He had to finish an essay before tomorrow, dammit. He was already behind, and this definitely wasn’t helping.
As expected, the Prince arrived. He looked at him, spotting the rope surrounding him and holding him in place, and immediately summoned his katana. He walked towards the Duke, who was on top of the roof he was held as well, in an offensive manner.
“Free him, you villain!” The Prince, with his princely, curly cinnamon-brown hair, insisted.
“Aww, but where’s the fun in that, baby-Princey?” The duke teased.
“Excuse you, I am older than you.” The Prince returned. Oh god, they were at it again. This argument always happened whenever Virgil got kidnapped.
“Only by a few minutes. And you’re still a baby.” The duke provoked. The Prince was about to snap at him, but Virgil decided that this was a good moment to step in.
“You’re both babies. Now can you please free me, I have an essay due tomorrow that I still need to work on.”
“How dare you?!”
“True. Also, I’m not gonna free you until Princey here gives me power over the city and surrenders.”
“Never!”
This was gonna be a long night. Especially since he won’t be able to go to bed before he finished his essay.
After a long argument that Virgil wasn’t following, since he tuned out for most of it, the duke finally decided to free him. As he reached the knot that kept Virgil tied to the chair, Virgil noticed that the Duke smelled like pickles for some reason. Surprisingly, it wasn’t an unpleasant smell. The Duke’s hair looked mostly the same as the Prince’s hair, only messier, and a lock that fell on his forehead was dyed white. They both had a beautiful caramel coloured skin, but where the Prince’s eyes were a hazel green colour, the Duke’s were russet brown. It was clear that they were twins, even though both were wearing masks. Even the costumes they were wearing were a weak imitation of each other. Where the Duke’s was black with a green sash and lots of glitter, the Prince’s was a matte white with a red sash.
Finally he was free, and the Duke ran away, giving a quick “I’ll be back”. Virgil didn’t doubt that. He wasn’t looking forward to the next time the Duke was gonna kidnap him, but he knew it was inevitable. Sometimes he didn’t mind getting kidnapped by him, they would make small talk until the Prince came to free him, but other times, like this one, he had places to be.
When the Duke was out of sight, The Prince walked towards him. “Are you okay, my dark prince?”
“‘M fine. I should really get going, though, that essay isn’t gonna write itself.” Virgil gave the Prince a small smile.
“What’s the essay about?” The Prince asked.
“Oh y’know, different techniques on analysing dna found at crime scenes. It’s pretty interesting.” Virgil did a bachelor forensics with a minor in art at the local university. He loved his bachelor, it was just a lot of work sometimes.
“Ah, sounds difficult. I’ll escort you to your appartement then.”
“Oh, no, I’ll manage. It’s not that far, and I don’t think your brother will kidnap me again.” He actually just wanted to be alone for a while, but that might seem rude if he told him.
“If you insist.” The Prince said.
“Okay, see you later then, Roman.” Virgil walked away, letting Roman wonder how Virgil knew his identity. How couldn’t he, though. Roman was a good friend, it would take more than a mask for Roman to hide his identity from him. Especially considering he had a twin brother with villainous tendencies.