With Logan imprisoned in the dark side, Janus can finally serve a malicious revenge. His victory is inevitable; until Patton slithers past his defences. Can still outwit his enemies, or will his weaknesses rob him of Virgil once more?
Hello Readers! This is a picture of the Light and Dark side floor plan, in case anyone was curious about that. :) (there may be some inaccuracy, but this is at least what I've been thinking.)
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"Do you suppose I should stop wearing my gloves?" Janus wondered aloud. His head was rested in the moral companion's lap, breathing deeply as he stared into his caring eyes.
Patton smiled, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. "Maybe. Why did you start wearing them to begin with?"
"I'm not entirely sure, I guess it just felt right. Plus, it goes well with my outfit." He laughed softly, his muscles relaxed and unstrained.
Remus pounded his fist against the door, jolting the pair. "Patton, can I come in? I can't find my Father." He twisted the knob, stumbling through the entrance as Janus scrambled to his knees atop the mattress.
"Son, I'm here," he coughed, his body trembling with embarrassment. "What's wrong?"
"Father, I just found vomit in the sink," Remus replied briskly, "Virgil swears it wasn't him, so I'm assuming it was you. Are you okay?"
Janus nodded with his arms opened wide, standing to his feet. Remus ran into his embrace, hugging him tightly around the waist.
"I love you."
*
Thomas brought the car to a halt outside his home, grabbing two reusable shopping bags and hoisting them through the front door. Logan and Thomas began arranging the items into the fridge and pantry respectably, whilst Roman and Virgil rose into the light side corridor. For the first time Virgil felt the floor didn't sway as he gained his bearings, stumbling towards his room.
"Where are you going?" Roman demanded avidly, placing his hands on Virgil's waist and pulling his body towards him. Virgil's cheeks ripened into crimson, his heart galloping in his chest.
"P-Princey," he gasped with surprise. Roman chuckled, pinning him against the wall with a lavished grin on his lips.
"I want to feel my lips on yours," he whispered. "Is it okay if I kiss you?" Virgil could scarcely breath, trembling as he gave him a shaky, half hearted nod.
Roman searched his anxious eyes. "It's okay if you aren't ready, I won't act without consent..." He slowly distanced himself, smiling softly. "I'm going to head to my room now. See you at dinner?"
"O-okay," Virgil murmured, watching as Roman slowly disappeared behind the mind palace door. Once he was sure he'd left, Virgil sighed. "I love you."
