It's starting to snow, isn't it?
Janus looked up at the sky and softly cursed as he realized it. He was traveling in Roman's side of the imagination. It's much calmer here. But he didn't know how to summon a door to get back. Roman never taught him. Roman never knew.
Big white fluffy flakes fall ever so slowly.
Janus has been walking for hours in here, trying to calm down. He had gotten into an argument with the others. They wanted to help a friend, but Thomas started feeling burned out again. He was just trying to help.
They weren't sticking yet and melted on the grass.
He needed to get somewhere warm before it was too late. He is cold-blooded- a snake. He could die in these conditions. Janus started to feel afraid. He will get sluggish; then, he will fall into the cold snow and be comatose. If left too long, that unconscious state will change to being dead.
They were falling faster now.
He needed to move.
Janus started booking it back the way he came. He ran as hard as he could for as long as he could. Janus had to get to the entrance. No one knew he was there. Why wouldn't Janus tell anyone where he was going? He needed space! Hopefully, Remus remembers about his walks.
The snow was starting to stick now, and the wind picked up.
Shit, this wasn't going to be something calm, was it? There was going to be a storm! Roman must be angry and bitter about something. About him? About what he said? Or about something else? It has been 3 hours, after all. Anything could happen in three hours.
The wind got stronger...
Janus couldn't keep running. His lungs burned, and his body couldn't take it. He only managed to run for 10 minutes. He wasn't anywhere near close enough to be able to make it. He had to keep running!
It got colder, darker.
He fell. He was tripping on some snow that was starting to pile up. He grunted from the impact and struggled back to his feet. The cold was already beginning to affect him. He was feeling it in his joints. They didn't want to move. He forced himself back onto his feet. He had to keep running...
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Remus and Roman were staring at each other, hands on weapons and ready to go. Patton had to force himself between them. Enough was enough.
"You need to stop fighting! We have already dealt with the situation!"
"No, you dealt with THOMAS' situation! He insulted Janus!" Remus spat out, glaring at his brother. "Janus was just trying to help, and you know it!"
"We all know he was trying to help, Remus," Patton said calmly. "And things got out of hand. People said mean things, and we can't fix that right now, ok?"
"Roman needs to apologize!"
"Apologize to that serpentine? Never!" Roman is far too proud to apologize and admit wrong.
"You called him a conniving freak of nature! I don't care how much you hate him! You NEVER should have said that!"
"Remus is right, Roman. That had been cruel and uncalled for. Janus hadn't even been talking to you."
"But am I wrong?"
"YES!" Remus tried to lunge at Roman as he answered his question, Patton holding him back. It was not an easy task since Remus was so much stronger. "He is NOT a freak! You need to stop being so damn butt-hurt about the wedding! YOU did that to yourself!"
