Sanders Sides One-shots

Shoot (OTP - Analogical) [3/3]

Ship: Analogical

TW: Swearing, mentions of blood & unhealthy coping habits

Okay, okay, we're here. We're at the final chapter.

WATCH ME FUCK IT UP LMAO

Note is at the bottom!

It was wrong. It didn't feel right; he was swimming in waters that he'd never tested before. Unwillingly, he'd begun blindly wading into waters without precautions, too lured to the person waiting in the calm.

Too mindless. Too irrational. Too dangerous.

So what did he do? He swam away. He feared the erratic violent waves that splashed unpredictably against him; the threat of being swept away was too high.

Too rash. Too risky. Too unknown.

But with each heavy sweep backwards came resisting waves, trying to push him back. Each wave sapped at his energy, stripped away his certainty and rationality until all that was left was fear.

Too emotional. Too different. Too unfamiliar.

The land was safe; it was stable and steady. It was reliable, and for years had been his dependable friend. But the land was boring. He'd grown too familiar with it, to the point where each twist and turn had been memorised to the point of ennui. There was no benefit for him other than the promise of security.

He'd heard of the adventurous thrill that rushed through those daring enough to venture through the rough seas in order to reach new, unfamiliar terrain. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't craved it.

But he'd also heard of those who had gotten overwhelmed by the thrashing winds and unrelenting waves. He'd heard tales of drowning; of blood, of gore, of grief, of death.

Land was safe. Here was safe.

"Hey!" Virgil came panting as he jogged to him, pushing through the crowds of students surrounding him with a goofy grin. "Guess what? Yesterda--"

Danger.

Run away.

Get away from the approaching tide.

Don't get swept in.

Run away.

Logan turned on his heel, hastening away from Virgil and disappearing into the swarm of people.

"...Lo..gan? What? Why're you...?" Virgil tried to chase after him, disconcerted at the lack of acknowledgement, only to get dragged back into the crowd of infatuated students.

One question stayed on the tip of his tongue;

"Why?"

Stay away.

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"Hm? Is Virg not joining us for lunch?" Patton asked, peering around to look for a familiar mop of purple hair.

"It appears not." His voice sounded no different to how it usually did, but the blatant way Logan avoided looking him in the eye raised some alarms.

"What happened?" He hesitated. "You talked to him, right? He didn't... turn you down, did he?"

Logan scowled, prodding his shitty cafeteria food with the flimsy plastic fork in his hand. "Incorrect. I'm avoiding him. I refuse to confront these... feelings." He spat the word venomously.