Pairing: platonic Anxceit
Trigger warning(s): self harm, depression
Word count: 732
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Deceit was hurt. Virgil knew this, you see, even though Virgil and Deceit didn't know each other well... but they spent at least a majority of their life treated like a burden, a 'negative trait'... a monster. Having said that both Deceit and Virgil knew how to act heartless, how to act like nothing affected them, like they were made of stone.
However, Virgil could see the very subtle changes in how Deceit acted after the others mocked him for his scales... which is why Virgil made sure not to mention his scales.
Even though Deceit seem to be fine he left, for some reason, Virgil was concerned. He tried to push the worry aside, but after a couple of hours he couldn't take it anymore... he had to make sure Deceit was okay.
Virgil tentatively knocked on Deceit's door, "Deceit, it's me, just checking up on you" Virgil acknowledged apprehensively, his breath seemed to get caught in throat from the lack of response.
Virgil hesitated before shakily turning the door handle and slowly opening the door, Virgil cautiously stepped inside Deceits room and shakily closed the door behind him.
"D-Deceit!" Virgil called out as he took a few steps forward, Virgil was quickly hit with a strong stench of blood that was coming from the bathroom. Virgil cringed as he grabbed his forearm, almost instinctively, as the putrid smell caused the memories of his own battle with selfharm to resurface. Virgil took a deep breath before he walked over to the bathroom door and shakily turned the handle.
a small, hallow dripping noise greeted Virgil's ears as he opened the door, Virgil couldn't hold back a gasp at the sight of the horrific scene.
The bathroom was destroyed, the mirror had been smashed, the center of the shattered glass was covered in blood, as if Deceit punched the mirror with all of his strength.
Deceit was shaking and slouched on the floor, both of his hands were covered in a copious amount of blood, his left hand, which was speckled with broken glass, was resting on the floor, beside an empty alcohol bottle, his right hand was on his lap gripping a bloodied pocket knife. Deceit's face, or more specifically, the scaled part of his face, was covered in deep gashes, and was bleeding heavily.
"Deceit!" Virgil screamed, his voice laced with panic as he sprinted over to the injured trait. Deceit looked up, tears still flowing from his 'normal' eye, his other eye was squeezed shut.
"V-Virgil..." Deceit croaked, his 'normal eye was dilating and contracting as he tried to focus on the anxious trait.
"Oh, s-shit! You've lost a lot of blood" Virgil stammered before taking a step back. "Hang in there... I'll get some bandages" Virgil assured before he raced out of the room. with panicked breaths Virgil grabbed a first aid kit before rushing back to Deceits aid.
Deceit looked back up as Virgil knelt beside him, the injured trait was shaking and sobbing silently. "I-It's okay, y-you're going to be okay" Virgil assured, although he was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince Deceit.
Virgil grabbed the bottle of antiseptic, "this may hurt a bit" he noted as he poured some of the liquid onto a clean cloth.
Virgil shakily placed the cloth to Deceit's face, causing Deceit to let out a pained whimper. "don't worry, this shouldn't take long" Virgil reassured as he continued to wipe the blood from Deceit's face.
The silence hung in the air for what seemed like hours, eventually, as Virgil began to bandage Deceit's wounds, the injured trait took a deep breath as if he was gathering the courage to speak.
"Why..."
Virgil froze for a moment, he wasn't necessarily expecting that question, nor did he know how to respond.
"Why are you helping me?"
Virgil's gaze fell to the floor before he tentatively rolled up his sleeves and presented his forearms to deceit. Deceit's eyes widened as he examined the plethora of scars that littered Virgil's pale skin .
"I-I've been fighting the same demons..." Virgil trailed off as he fidgeted awkwardly. "I-I know what it's like to hate everything about yourself"
Without a warning deceit pulled Virgil into an embrace before letting out a sob.
"Y'know, Deceit..." Virgil paused for a moment, "You're beautiful, even with scales"
