Dance With Deceit

Questioning Deception

Warnings: Mild panic attack

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Three more lessons.

There had been three other lessons since the first, and each one only added to Logan's ever-growing confusion. Why did he look forward to these lessons every week? Why was the presence of a Dark Side no longer disconcerting? What was Deceit's ultimate goal with bringing Logan to the ballroom and teaching him how to dance?

Really, that's all that ever happened. Deceit would arrive precisely at midnight, bring Logan to the ballroom, and then they would dance. He never spoke of anything else and whenever Logan tried to bring up a topic for conversation, he simply told him that he needed to focus on the lesson.

What on earth is he trying to do? He isn't attempting to draw information from me, doesn't ask about the others or myself, he hasn't harmed me in any way, I do not understand!

He hadn't dared to go to the others with this. Patton and Virgil were still convinced he had a "crush" on someone while Roman remained locked away in his room. Logan frowned slightly. The Creative Side hadn't been seen by any of them for days. The last time Logan saw him was last week during dinner, and that was only for a few seconds as he'd just come down to grab some food before retreating again.

His appearance had unsettled all of them. His uniform was wrinkled, his sash missing, hair a tangled mess, and dark circles had appeared under his eyes.

Patton tried begging him to take a short break but Roman was out of the kitchen before he could get a single word in.

Logan flopped onto his bed and let out a long sigh. First the Deceit dilemma, then the so-call "crush" he was supposedly going through, and now all of them were concerned with Roman's well being.

Speaking of this crush, is it truly possible for me to have one? For Deceit? Logan closed his eyes. He wished he could talk to someone about this. He didn't understand emotions, least of all love.

Of course, it isn't really love. A crush is nothing but a brief infatuation for someone. And I am not infatuated with anyone.

A knock brought an abrupt end to his thinking. He sat up and smoothed out his shirt before fixing his hair. "Come in."
No one entered.

Odd... Logan cleared his throat and tried again, slightly louder this time. "Come in."

Still, no one entered.

He frowned before walking over. Was someone pulling a prank on him? Patton wouldn't do something like this, except on April Fools. Virgil might, but it was unlikely. Roman, of course, was out of the picture at the moment. Just as he rested his hand on the doorknob he noticed a slip of paper on the floor.

A note.

He immediately reached down and picked it up. Unfolding the note he saw that there was a single word written down.

Midnight.

Logan blinked. Midnight? He'd already had a lesson with Deceit earlier this week, why would he tell Logan to expect him at midnight?

Maybe the note isn't from Deceit?

He checked the handwriting and it didn't match Patton's, Virgil's, or Roman's. Of course, Deceit wrote in a different style every time he sent a note, and he'd never seen this handwriting before.

It has to be from him, but what does he want?

Logan bit his lip. Did-Did I do something wrong? Is he going to tell me that he doesn't want to see me anymore? Or what if he shows his true colors...?