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

Chapter 13 - A Wick In Wax

WARNING!
This chapter is very graphic. If any of the below TWs may set you off, please feel free to skip the second part of this chapter.
This chapter covers Logan's death and, while it is important insight into his character, if you don't want to read it please don't feel forced.
There will be a summary underneath the word count if you want to skip it, and you won't have to read any of the events as they happen.

Whether or not you choose to read it is up to you, but please know that the option to skip is always there. Your mental state is more important than anything in this book!

TW: Detailed MC death (not permanent), child death, unloving families, SC death, fire, burning to death, murder, religious holidays and themes, graphic descriptions of burns and being burned, body horror, running away, suffocating, loneliness.

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Janus growled, about to smash Remus' damn desk. "Easy there, tiger." Re giggled, nuzzling into Patton's chest and looking on in delight as Janus continued to struggle.

The room was quite calm if you ignored that. Virgil was relaxing on his own bed, one earbud in his ear and the other left out so that he could still hear the conversation. It was a warm weekend, so they had the window open and a fan blowing. Oh, and Remus was also shirtless. But that goes without saying. They were all just trying not to look.

"How am I supposed to 'take it easy' when I have a 5000-word essay that's due by Monday?" Remus shrugged, sucking on an ice lollipop. God knows where he got it from because he hadn't moved from Patton's lap since they'd arrived in their room.

"Not doing it? Since when did you care about doing homework, anyway? You haven't done any in like... 90 years. And you only did it back then because you wanted to impress the newest piece of ass!"

"This isn't homework! This is an assignment!" Janus huffed but added afterwards, "And she was cute, ok?"

"She looked like he got squished in a garbage compactor, but to each their own I guess."

"Look who's talking. You've worn at least 50 modified garbage bags this year." Remus gasped and scoffed, prompting a giggle from the other boys.

"Excuse me, I looked damn good in them. Besides, it's not like you have a showstopping fashion sense! With your weird shawl shit and plain ass black trousers."

"At least I don't raid dumpsters for my clothes!"

"Hey, Muds, let Janus focus, ok?" Patton muttered softly, still giggling every now and then. Remus flushed, Patton's soft voice catching him off guard for a second. Thankfully, he recovered pretty quickly.

"Fine, fine. You guys are no fun." Patton smirked and dragged his face forward into a soft kiss, enjoying the taste of bubblegum ice cream on his lips. When Patton pulled back, Remus was fire-truck red and completely dazed. "Oh-"

Virgil snickered to himself, having looked away during the kiss - obviously - but it was quite funny seeing Remus so flustered. It also made his stomach twist a little, but Virgil was /not/ going to acknowledge that.

He's not my boyfriend, Virgil reminded himself, he's Patton's. Pull yourself together you gay tragedy.

With Remus now distracted, the room fell back into nigh-silence - the only sound being some sort of nearby clicking. "Do you guys hear that?" He muttered, trying to hone in on the odd sound.

"Probably the radiator. I'm sure it's nothing." Janus muttered, still furiously scribbling with his pen. Virgil was almost worried that he was going to write on the wood underneath, with how much pressure he was using.