(AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sorry for the delay, my bad for putting all my effort into this Halo project because me and my mates are really excited for it man! RIGHT! TO D.T!)
The eggs spurted and spat as Virgilio watched them cook quickly in the pan and began to scrap them onto plates, behind him was Love. Still slightly traumatised that the boy she'd drawn on a canvas last night had somehow leapt from it and into her kitchen. He laughed to himself. She frowned. The plates of egg and bacon and beans fell silently on the table.
It was uneasy both of them sitting opposite each other, with Love still in disbelief ands taring hard at the boy whom casually continued on with his breakfast, noticing her gaze he gradually began to slow until he came to a stop and his green orb like eys met hers. She was the first to flinch away. There was no conversation but Virgilio was beginning to loose his mind, "It's hard to eat when you're staring at me like that y'know."
"It's hard to eat when a boy you painted appears in your house."
He cracked a smile, which eroded her defences until she did and they both burst out into laughter as they realised how stupid her statement sounded "Well, I'll give you that." said Virgilio taking his plate through to the kitchen "Not everyday you get a stud like me appear." He winked at her as he disappeared into the kitchen.
Love in awe, followed him closely observing every single movement of his body taking in everything about him "Did my mother send you?" she asked watching him wash their plates in the sink. He shook his head, a look of hurt on his face, she just didn't believe in magic it seemed. "Nah, I'm not like that would rather be here just to see you, you are a beauty after all." His words sent a shiver down love's spine but she held fast not letting his compliment shake her from her goal "Then how did you get here?"
There was an awkward silence...
"I don't know."
For the first moment sadness seemed to be in Virgilio's voice, he looked down at the washing up intensely not looking up at all. Until Love moved in closer and touched his arm gently "I'm sorry," she whispered ashamed she'd been so harsh with the poor boy who even though he wasn't showing it was just as confused as she was, it must've been traumatic being in a painting (if you're concious of the matter) and then suddenly being flesh and blood. He looked at her, his green eyes glowing brightly and her brown eyes locking with them "I never said Thank You. Thank you, Virgilio." She wrapped her arms around him tightly afraid to let go incase he disappeared. Even he seemed shocked at her sudden turn but still he embraced it all the same,turning towards her and folding his arms around her the same. "You're not alone any more, Love..." he whispered "I'm here for you."
They stood in the kitchen, gripping tight onto their worlds.