Deceit's Hunger

Part 4

When Deceit opened his eyes, he felt better and yet somehow worse than he had in a long time, his limbs felt heavy like someone had attached weights to his hands and feet, but had also laden his head with cotton before shoving an in his brain. Looking down he saw a familiarly patterned jacket spread over his chest, speaking of his chest though someone had taken his clothes off.

Instead putting him in a pair of thin yet comfortable pajamas that had patterns of stars all over them, there were only two guesses as to who they belonged to. And tilting his head to the side as difficult as it was, he saw him fast asleep in a chair that had been pulled up close to the bed. The book was resting on Logan's chest, moving with every rise and fall of his chest, his glasses had been tucked away in the droop of his sloping shirt collar dragging it down just a fair bit.

Deceit could hardly believe that someone let alone Logic of all people was in the very same room as him willingly, let alone fast asleep. This had to be a dream of some kind, because there was no way, no earthly way that Logan would have allowed himself to in the same room as Deceit of all people, his room.

Licking his dry lips and swallowing even though it felt nearly impossible, Deceit opened his mouth to try and say something, anything to wake Logan up. Something so that he could regain the upper hand and not have himself looking as pitiful as he did while wearing star covered pajamas that had a big star that was smiling on the pocket of these clothes. He was Deceit goddammit and he was the villain, he wouldn't be made fun of here and now, and he wouldn't be made a fool of.

Even though that had really already happened once before, but he shook that memory from his head as a cold shiver raced down his spine. The kitchen was a memory he wasn't going to delve into.

So he opened his mouth, ready to go off on Logic about how foolish it was for him to be here and how he had fallen right into Deceit's trap, and how there would be no way out for him now.

That was when he started to cough, of course, it would be right before the first word could even leave his mouth. It was a series of dry hacking coughs, as if he was trying to get something or really anything out of his lungs that weren't there in the first place.

They were ragged, deep, and painful coughs that woke Logan up.

He jerked awake, the book sliding out of his lap with a soft thump on the floor before his hands patted against his chest looking for his glasses before he messily slid them onto his face. Seeing the unbridled coughing fit that Deceit was in, Logan rushed out of his chair before firmly thumping Deceit on the back assuming that he was either choking on something or he was having trouble breathing.

When the coughing eventually faded away to a slight itching of his throat, Logan shot him a sympathetic look before he brought a cup over. Deceit honestly hadn't noticed it when he had first woken up, not that he was complaining now as he sipped at the juice per Logan's instructions.

He drank and drank until the straw that he was drinking with made the usual whistling sound that occurred when the glass was empty. It was embarrassing how much help he needed in order to be laid back against the wall of pillows against his back, a scowl formed on his face as he absolutely refused to look over to Logic. He shouldn't need help, he had been fine, help was for the weak and those who couldn't take care of themselves.

Help was for those...who had friends. Something which he most certainly didn't have, nor did he need them. He wasn't apart of their family, so why was Logan here? Why was he covered up in Virgil's jacket? He wasn't their family.

Deceit's throat itched once again, but this time it wasn't from an impending coughing fit.

"Deceit..." Logan's voice was uncharacteristically soft, like a mother attempting to console a crying child, and almost immediately Deceit felt himself bristling at the soft and gentle tone used for him. He didn't need softness and he didn't need kindness, especially from Logic!

"What happened? Why didn't you come to us for help? You know that we would have helped you...right?"

At this Deceit couldn't help but to let out a sharp bark of laughter that ended with another stream of coughs, he held his hand up as soon as Logan had leaned forward to pound him on the back again stopping him dead in his tracks before he could get anywhere close to touching him again.

"Help?" He rasped out, baring his teeth at Logan in a fierce smile, fierce was good, fierce was something that he could do and handle right now.

"Who do you think made me terrified to show my face around you clowns? Who do you think told me to never come to you and your 'family' ever again?" Deceit's voice was dry but it held an edge of venom to it as he spoke, he watched as Logan's back straightened and his eyes narrowed. Logic was always a smart one, but especially in times like these, he was especially stupid too.

"Why don't you get up and go ask them, Logan? Why don't you ask him why I never came? Until then...just don't..." Sinking back into the pillows Deceit pulled Virgil's jacket back over him as a shiver racked his body, glancing over to him Deceit saw Logan just sitting there for a second before he picked up the cup that had once been full of juice.

Without another word, Logan sank out leaving Deceit to his own devices.