Deceit's Hunger

Part 14

Deceit honestly wasn't sure what he was expecting when he went back, the change was almost immediate though. The warm air and atmosphere that the lighter side of the mind space carried with it was completely washed away by the cold hollow feeling the dark mindscape was completely and utterly cloaked in. He hadn't even realized it until now, that he had gotten used to it, he had gotten used to warmth bathing over his cold skin, the feeling of light coming in through the windows, and...and having someone there next to him.

If he was being honest, Deceit honestly didn't expect anyone to be there waiting for him as soon as he turned the cold chilled handle of the doorknob, by their own right, all of the other dark sides were loners. They were a couple of people who just so happened to live in the same space as one another.

There were no breakfasts that were eaten at the same table, there were no movie nights where one would lean against the other, and there were no sleepovers where one would share an earbud with another. Just the very concept of touching one another was foreign to the dark sides, touch wasn't necessary to them.

But what about me? The stray thought arose in his mind before Deceit hastily shoved it away, he had gone without physical contact before and he could very well do it now.

Even so, he had not expected anyone to be there as he opened the door, going back into the what could be called the lounge of the dark mind space. Had the tiled floors not been full of cracks, chips, and the various stain. It was all a complete mess, and really it was the total opposite of where he had come from, there Logan was the one to enforce clean up time. Everything was perfectly clean, or now that he thought about it, everything was just perfect there when he hadn't been there to screw everything up for them.

"Oh...you're back, I guess things didn't go your way..." A soft but equally dreary sounding voice surprised Deceit as he looked over to the sofa that was really one of the only things that looked halfway presentable to him. It had to be he guessed, seeing as they spent so much time lounging on it when they weren't hiding away in their rooms.

A deep set pair of eyes stared back at Deceit, they looked at him and somehow right through him all at once. He felt his shoulders slumping as the brown glazed eyes drifted over him, and the lips that seemed stuck in a permanent pouting frown deepened just a little bit more.

"Des..." Deceit began, watching as the other dark side scooted to the side of the couch he had lazily been laying on, scrunching his legs and feet up he patted the free cushion. A welcoming gesture, and yet one that told him soon enough he was going to spill the beans whether he liked it or not. A wad of something welled up inside of Deceit's throat, as he took the offer, sitting down on the cushion.

The motion had so much familiarity clinging to it, as the moment that he sat down the other dark side scrunched a little bit closer to him, he was just a few centimeters away, and yet he wasn't touching no matter how close they were together.

"How has Giles and Tye been? Reggy hasn't been too harsh on them has he?" Deceit broke the silence between them, and Des' eyes slowly drifted back over to Deceit. He seemed like he was looking for something but even so Deceit had no idea what it was.

Eventually, the other dark side just shrugged as he scratched at his elbow, "You know how he gets when he's angry, lately Reg has been a little nicer though. He's attempting to learn from his mistakes, and as long as he's doing that then they are happy." Des' slow drawling voice left Deceit hanging onto every word, he had certainly missed a lot when he had been staying with the other light sides.

"But forget about that...what happened to you Dee? I..I can see it in you, something has changed you, both for good and for bad. Your heart is at a standstill, so why are you back here? I thought that you hated it here?" Des' hand moved out, and for a split, second Deceit thought that the other side was about to do something, be it to touch him or to read the feelings that were bubbling just below the surface, and all of the memories that came with it.