Deceit's Hunger

Part 10

The warmth of waking up next to Virgil with their limbs tangles together and half of his face pressed against the anxious side's chest, is something that Deceit isn't likely to forget for a long time. Virgil's arms are clasped instinctively around him, he was holding him so close that Deceit can hear the steady and rhythmic thumping of his heart. It's soothing in a way, something that he could probably fall asleep to if it wasn't for the fact that he had just woken up.

But its tempting, it's so very tempting to just lay there and to feel the thudding of Virgil's heart, he could feel his eyes slowly sinking back down as he was entirely to fall back asleep. Virgil was so warm, like his own personal heater, and the other's arms made certain that he couldn't worm himself away even if he chose to.

If he focused, Deceit could even smell the faintest hints of Virgil's hazelnut coffee that he almost religiously drank each and every morning when he came to visit him in Deceit's room. It always smelled so good, but had he not known from experience that he hated coffee, then Deceit would have asked for a cup of the stuff. Regardless, it just seemed so...Virgil, and he couldn't imagine the other side any other way.

He really would have continued to lay there, lazing around as Virgil continued to sleep amongst the sea of covers and sheets, with his eyes closed as he took in the blissful silence mixed with Virgil's steady breathing.

It all seemed so perfect, so of course, something had to ruin it.

That came in the form of a series of quick hurried knocks upon Virgil's door, jolting Deceit's head up and accidentally making him dig his elbow into Virgil's side. A rough groan left the anxious side at the contact making him wince at the sound, the knocking stopped for a second before it started up once again.

"I'll get it!" Deceit hastily hissed to Virgil, only to receive a tired whine in return as Virgil's arms flopped to the bed finally letting him go.

It was adorable how much the other clearly wasn't a morning person, a swell of warmth filled his chest for a moment. As he watched Virgil turning onto his side tugging at the blanket in order to cover himself back up, he probably hadn't even heard what Deceit had said let alone the fact that someone was at his door.

Speaking of which, another sharp knock jolted Deceit out of his lovestruck stupor, forcing himself to clamber off of the bed. His feet shuffled along the shaggy black carpet as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, Deceit's hair was a certifiable mess, tangled up in a mess of curls and waves that wouldn't be fit for going out into society, not that he normally cared about the state of his hair given that he usually hid it under his bowler hat.

Swinging the door open, Deceit actually had to step back in order to avoid being hit with the balled-up fist of Logan who had been attempting to knock again.

Just looking at him he could tell that the other was frazzled by something, and above all else Deceit actually felt just a little bit amused by the sight of Logan with his hair pinned back out of his face, and by the fact that he was wearing a deep ruby red bathrobe with a silken red belt that was tied in a neat bow around his waist.

"Ah, Virgil finally. Have you seen Deceit, he is not inside of his room. So-" Logan's jaws almost immediately snapped shut at the sight of Deceit just standing there.

Considering that he had gone to Deceit's room just a few minutes prior, Logan had worried himself sick over the fact that the lying side was nowhere to be seen. He didn't want to confront Patton, considering that Roman didn't want to go anywhere near the moral side. It had taken some persuading and perhaps the mention of a favor of some kind, but Logan had been able to sweet talk the creative side into helping him search for Deceit as well.