Home is Wherever You Are.
Warnings: Anxiety attack described, drinking mentioned in passing, a little hurt/comfort but for the most part it’s just comfort.
Words: 6970 (WOW this is long)
A/N: So making comics takes a hell of a long time and I figured to speed things up and give you guys more content I’d fic certain parts I had in my head, and post pictures of scenes I write as I draw them. Sound good? Well, too bad if it doesn’t because I’m doing it anyway.
Summary: Virgil arrives at the castle for the first time, and gets a tinsy winsy bit homesick. (Dragon Witch Virgil! Au)
Pairings: LAMP/CALM/POLYAMSANDERS
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This was the worst. This was the absolute worst fucking thing that could have happened.
Virgil sulked glaring at the offensively white cloth of the knight’s uniform with a look so intense he should have been able to burn a hole in it. It had been two full days since the dreaded fight that had rendered incapable of using his dragon form. And while the three royals had been kind enough not to kill him in his sleep, his anxious mind couldn’t help thinking itself into a hole while they jostled on horseback towards the castle.
It was two whole days travel there from where they started. Virgil was a half a day’s travel from his home in the woods when he was attacked. Assuming it would take a full day for the moron mage with the dumb glasses to change him back it would still mean three whole days of leaving Dee and Remy alone. God he could only dread to imagine what they were doing now that he wasn’t around. He just hoped Remy didn’t party too much while he was away- the last time Virgil wasn’t around with his sacred hangover cure Remy ate a king, and almost started a war between the woodland gnomes and the fae folk. Not to mention the last time he had traveled to the village for half a day they had gone and pissed off a wizard and got themselves cursed. Gods, if that could happen while he was gone for only a few hours he loathed to think about the mess they must have made now that he’d been gone for several days. He swore to the goddess if Dee touched his mandrakes again he was going to eat the snake alive.
Not that he actually had the heart to really punish Dee whenever he did do something stupid. Or Remy for that matter (though Remy didn’t manage to get into as much trouble as Dee did.) Those two idiots were practically his brothers, and after a few centuries he found himself going soft on them, and worrying after them. He would never say it aloud, or to their faces- but a large chunk of him was already missing them dearly. It just didn’t feel right doing things without those two anymore. They were, after-all, the THREE great evil witches- they had become something of a packaged deal. Virgil wasn’t used to going off on adventures on his own. He was the responsible one- the one who actually did his duties as a witch in the woods that separated the kingdom folk from the magical world. If he went on long escapades it was usually WITH Remy and Dee.
Home is Wherever You Are (The Dragon Witch AU)
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AlexTheGhost 