The snake and the prince

Silver lining

Logan POV.

I'm not an optimist, nor have I ever been. I'm a realist. Optimism is a fancy word for

trying to pretend reality doesn't exist through the use of hope and sugar coating. So, naturally, I saw the reality of the arrangement me and Remus have found ourselves in. We were clearly in the headspace, presumably in an area Roman created (as evidence of the Dragon Witch and the giant castle) and therefore were not in any real danger. Of course, the situation is less than ideal, but we're safe.

Remus, however, seems to be an optimist. Obnoxiously so. He seemed giddy with

excitement about us being stuck in an evil lair. He jumped up and now, giggling to himself, incredibly amused by our situation. "Lo lo, look!" Remus proclaimed as he held up a rat he found scurrying along our cell as if it were a trophy. I sighed. "Well done, Remus." I said to the strange man I'm forced to spend the next however much longer with. I hoped that somebody was coming to help us, but Roman has never been a big fan of me or his brother. I'm sure he wouldn't leave us here, I'm sure a day would come where we could find our way out, but I'm unconvinced that he would find himself rushing to our rescue.

I watched as Remus played with his new found rat companion. Of all the sides to be

trapped with, I wasn't overly upset I found myself with Remus. He was, by far, the most interesting one of us. No offense to any of the others, but he is so unpredictable and strange. I find myself fascinated with listening to the utter nonsense he is able to come up with. I say all of this complementary, of course. He's so... Well, he's a fun subject. Something to study, really. Somebody really, really intriguing. Very few are capable of holding my attention the way he does... Due to his lack of filter, of course. I couldn't think of another reason why I would be so interested in the strange man with the rat.

I looked around and took in our temporary living quarters. A very standard dungeon, one

you would imagine in a DND game or something of the sort. Brick walls and cement floors, a door with a sliding peephole in the front. Thankfully, the sides don't have any reason for restrooms, because there was no proper place to use it if necessary. I looked around the rest of the room, taking in two uncomfortable looking wood pallets with blankets on top, a lamp, and a window with bars covering it near the ceiling. There was also a small mouse hole, which I assume our mouse friend came from. "I'm naming him Emile! He's our son now." Remus said, seeming incredibly proud of his decision to keep the mouse. I smiled at him a bit. This was going to be interesting.

I'm not an optimist, but I suppose it's always possible to see a silver lining. There is

usually some good contributor to any given bad situation. And, to my surprise, I believe Remus was the silver lining to this one. "We will be excellent fathers." I told him, watching his dark green eyes light up.