Sanders Sides One-shots

The Villain (OTP - Analogical) [2/2]

Ship: Analogical (it's finally here, haha)
Part 2 is here! I was gonna do this tomorrow (its like almost midnight for me) but then I said I'd do it in around 2 days after I did the previous chapter so I stayed up late doing this. I did this in like an hour and a half so you need to forgive any typos.

If you haven't read the previous chapter, go do so right now!

Note is at the bottom!

Previously...

After almost 15 minutes of defying his body of rest his arms finally fell to his side. They couldn't stay up for much longer. He knew they only had a certain amount of energy left in them. He destroyed a majority of the attack but it wasn't over yet.

"Dammit! Don't tell me I have to use it!"

Let's begin!

To prepare himself for the energy draining task, Virgil took in a deep breath, which resulted in raspy coughing. But he paid no mind to it continuing to take in long breaths, much to the relief of his lungs and complaint of his throat (A/N: y'know how when you over exert yourself and you start breathing in so much cold air, your throat gets chilled and feels as if it's DYING? That's what I mean here). 

Meanwhile, in the corner, the three traits exchanged concerned looks. They wanted more than anything to rip off the cloaks and assist Virgil, but they felt as if their presences would startle him and make him lose his focus. 

After deeming it an appropriate rest time, though he barely gave himself 15 seconds, Virgil gripped his left wrist with his right hand and his left hand moved upwards as if it were gripping something. His face twisted in exertion and focus, his fingers moved like they were manipulating something in the air around him. Within seconds, a speck of grey light appeared several centimetres above his palm. Continuing to build it, Virgil's forehead became sweaty and his breathing became more laboured. The speck of light soon grew into an orb. 

Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding, he materialised into the real world near Thomas' bed, where he was still in the midst of an attack. Swaying on his feet, Virgil stumbled over to Thomas' side and brushed the hair off his forehead. 

In the mindscape, the three other traits had whipped off their cloaks and dashed to the monitors to observe the dark trait's actions. Nervously picking at their fingers (A/N: Thomas said that he picks his fingers when he's nervous. It's in one of his Q&A's), they stayed alert at the situation. They would step in as a last resort if need be.

In the real world (apologies for the constant switching), Virgil had shifted Thomas' hair and swiped away some of the sweat beads in his forehead. Thomas had partially opened up an eye to see Anxiety staring at him with a grimace and a floating ball of grey light above his palm.

"Sorry 'bout this, Thomas. It'll all be fine soon. Just wait a bit, okay?" Somehow managing to speak in a gentle tone despite his exhaustion, Thomas visibly calmed down at the soothing voice. Sighing, Anxiety brought the light towards Thomas' forehead which was quickly absorbed. 

In a matter of seconds, the convulsing stopped. The death-grip that was squeezing the pillows and blankets released and the breathing evened out. The anxiety attack was flushed out and was replaced with bubbly energy. 

Thomas felt better, but the same couldn't be said for Virgil. His body, unable to keep up anymore, collapsed. He would have hit the floor had it not been for Thomas' fast reactions. Pulling the drained trait onto his bed, Thomas placed his head into his lap, lighting stroking his hair.