Dance With Deceit

What Comes Next

 You guys remember that fever dream from "Waking" right?

Well this is basically Fever Dream 2.0 (also there's a cuss word)

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Everything was quiet inside the mind palace with all of its inhabitants fast sleep. In Logan's room, he and Deceit were sleeping back to back. The deceitful Side was almost completely uncovered, but he didn't seem to mind as he laid sprawled out with one leg hanging off the bed and one arm buried under his pillow.

Logan was wrapped up almost completely in the blankets with only the top of his head sticking out, curled up to where he wasn't even resting his head on his pillow. The room was mostly silent save for the quiet ticking of the clock hanging on the wall, the hour hand inches away from reaching midnight.

A few minutes passed, and Logan found himself slowly waking up. It was still dark so he knew right away that it wasn't morning. He was used to waking up at different times during the night, usually due to Thomas getting a random thought in his head while trying to fall asleep.

Which means, he stayed up much too late again...

Sighing, Logan turned on the lamp next to his bed and put on his glasses. He looked at Deceit and smiled softly. Most of his injuries had healed over the course of a few days, which Logan was grateful for. The hand with the cast was resting on the pillow and Deceit was laying in a position where the gash in his side wouldn't be disturbed. The swelling in his eye had gone down and most of his cuts and bruises were beginning to fade.

Logan gently brushed Deceit's hair out of his face and kissed his cheek softly before laying back down. He took off his glasses and laid them on his nightstand. Turning off the light, he laid back down and nestled himself under the covers. He'd barely begun falling asleep when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind, pulling him against his partner's chest.

Logan smiled and settled in Deceit's arms. Closing his eyes his attempts to fall asleep were once again interrupted when he felt breathing on the back of his neck. That in itself wasn't an issue, it was the fact that the breathing was too fast for someone who should have been asleep.

"Deceit? Are you awake?" He whispered. Odd, he didn't receive a response. Maybe he was asleep and Logan was just imagining things. He shut his eyes and started to doze off when he realized how cold Deceit was. Feeling rather embarrassed, Logan moved to offer some of the blanket to Deceit, whom he figured was seeking warmth in his sleep hence why he was holding him.

He managed to pull the blanket over himself and Deceit, rolling over to face him in the process, and let out a startled yelp when he saw a pair of mismatched eyes staring back at him.

"Deceit? I thought you were sleeping."

Again, he received no answer. He simply held Logan closer.

"Were you cold? I apologize, if you like I could get an extra blanket for you since I tend to steal the one we have..."

He'd expected a chuckle or even a slight jab about stealing all the covers, but there was nothing. He just stared at Logan with unblinking eyes, which led Logan to wonder how he was able to see them so clearly in the dark. In fact, he was able to see everything in his room as if it were day, albeit a cloudy one, but the clock on his wall showed that it was still midnight.

"Deceit...?" Logan flinched when he felt a hand rest on his head, cold fingers began brushing through his hair. That was when Logan noticed that the hand petting his hair was Deceit's injured hand, except it was no longer in a cast...

Logan jolted as the truth hit him. This wasn't Deceit! He immediately began to push against the imposter, desperate to free himself, but this was only met with him being pulled up against him further. Way too close for comfort and forced to stare into the monster's eyes.