Demus Oneshots

Just a Job

WARNING: Talking about killing. Like, a lot

Remus turned around in front of the mirror, looking over his shoulder and looking down at the full skirt of his dress.

"Ro!" Remus whined.

"What?" Roman asked, trying to fix his cape properly.

"Is this too much, d'you think?" Remus asked, biting his thumb-nail. Roman rolled his eyes.

"Re, you are too much as a person." He said. Roman grabbed their masks and chucked one to Remus. "It's fine. Be careful of your corset, though. You don't want to end up dead."

Remus pulled on his black corset self-consciously. "It's not too tight is it?" He asked.

"If it was too tight, you wouldn't be able to talk properly." Roman said, tying the ribbons of his mask behind his head securely. "Yet here you are, yammering on when we're meant to be down in the ballroom."

Remus blew a breath up through his fringe before tying his mask over his eyes. "You think we're gonna nearly get killed again?" He asked.

"That's a really morbid question, Re." Roman said.

"That's not an answer."

Roman shrugged. "I don't know. On one hand, biggest event of the year, lot of people, most probably. On the other hand, lots of security. It'd be pretty difficult for an assassin to sneak in and kill one of us."

Remus giggled. "Bet it wouldn't be difficult for the Golden Dagger."

"That's cause he's a myth." Roman said, giving his cape one last swish in the mirror before leaving the room. Remus picked up his skirts and hurried after his brother.

"But what if he wasn't." Remus insisted. Roman rolled his eyes under his mask.

"An assassin who no one can locate who kills with solid gold daggers? Come on, Re, be serious. That's stuff of legend." Roman said.

"All legends have a shred of truth in them." Remus said, crossing his arms defiantly.

"Well, this one doesn't." Roman said.

"Just because you've never seen him-"

"You've never seen him either, Re!" Roman cut in. Remus hid a smirk behind his hand, passing it off as a cough.

"You don't know that." He thought.

Janus wished he could disappear into the wall. Or just disappear in general. The only time he was comfortable in a ballroom was when he knew he was here to do a job. Now, he wasn't so sure he was going to.

His assignment was simple enough. Kill the princes of Rethia. Quick, simple, easy. Get them alone, stab them. Should be simple enough.

The problem was, Janus had already run into one of the princes. And the damn bastard had run off with his heart. Janus wasn't sure he could kill him and then his brother without even the smallest hint of guilt.

"This is why we keep our heart under wraps, Janus." He scolded himself in his head for what must've been the thousandth time. "Cause otherwise you won't be able to do your job properly and if you don't do you job, you don't get paid and if you don't get paid then-"

Janus looked up as the princes entered the ballroom and nearly fell over. Remus was wearing a dress. That could've - should've - been enough to make Janus forget basically his whole life up to this point but this was the dress. The dress Janus had always said would look good on Remus, the dress Remus had never been sure about.