(ON HOLD) On a Purgatory High / Sanders Sides / Polysanders

Chapter 3 - You May Die, But The Past Won't

Sorry for the long wait, I've been in London for the past few days and I usually get back to the hotel at 11 pm so… I've had very little time to write-
So to make up for that, have a poll! 
Uhh… Unless you're reading when the next chapter is up- if so then that sucks for you, I guess. Lol.

TW: Virgil's death, other Mentions of death, Mentions of nurses office, heights, Flashbacks, brief mentions of panic attacks, mentions of 'trauma associated with members of the opposite sex', falling through the ceiling, sharp objects mentioned.

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Ok, this place was cool. Virgil hated to admit it, but the whole design of this place was very cool. 

Magic was forbidden on earth. Many had banished it so that it would only be mentioned simple fantasy movies or terrible fanfictions. He'd never seen such wonderful things before, and definitely not in such a high concentration.

But, as great as this place was… He was worried. 

About his classes, his mums, Remus… 

All he could imagine was Remus waking up in the nurses office, scared and cowering. It was an intense fight, Remus could have even lost his life! Uhm… If you could die while in purgatory, at least.

Granted, Virgil always had been a very worrisome person, but he'd never been given so many reasons to worry at once. Or so many people to worry for.

“You look troubled.” Janus hummed, startling Virgil out of his thoughts. He blinked before looking at Janus and flushing. He was about to stutter out an apology when Janus waved his hand, effectively cutting him off. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone’s usually a bit freaked out when they die. When it’s time for your counselling, you’ll get to talk to Emile about it.” 

Virgil nodded, making sure he thought before he spoke. “Were you?”

Janus looked over at him with a quirked eyebrow, stepping onto one of the clouds. Virgil hesitantly followed, tightly gripping the other’s hand as it started floating. 

Flashbacks…

Flashbacks of that moment. When he took off, the sounds, the pain, the fear. The knife, the bat, the ground- His camera had shattered along with his bones, lava flowing from his skin and turning the grey streets red.

The agony. The embrace of the void; falling endlessly- falling into madness and apathy simultaneously- falling away from himself-

“Was I..?”

Virgil shook his head, gulping. He ignored the look Janus gave him as he tried to stop himself from shaking, still holding onto him and not daring to let go, lest he fell away from him too. “Were you like this… When you died..?”

The rest of the cloud ride was spent in silence, about 20 seconds of agonising, painfully awkward silence.

“That… Was a long time ago.”

Janus’ voice was… Quiet. Quieter than Virgil would’ve thought. And grave, grave and gloomy. It could barely even be recognised as the once smooth, velvety voice Virgil had quickly grown accustomed to (and was also apparently quite fond of). Shit, why did he bring it up?

“Right, so, those boxier buildings are where all the student dorm rooms are." To call the buildings boxy was a brash simplification. They were ornate buildings, columns intricately carved, every window was detailed and ornate and on every corner were tall, skinny towers, framing the structures in an elegant display. The roof, a mansard roof, was full of dormers and even had a small iron fence. Each room had its own balcony, along with a shared wraparound one on the roof - hence the fencing.