The Fallen Royalty

Chapter 5

“Is it bad that I don’t trust your words? That I don’t believe a word you speak. Whether I know it to be true or not.” Patton tore his eyes from Roman, finding a bright object that caught his eye.

His diary. The one Virgil gave him just before he’d been killed.

The one he’d disclosed his deepest feelings on its pages, showering it like a lifeline.

“N-no, I can see why you wouldn’t.” He followed Patton’s gaze.

Patton removed himself from next to Roman, picking it up after 3 graceful and weighted steps, and brought it to his chest.

“This is my lifeline… or it was. I stopped using it much after Virgil died. I still did, to talk about you, but nothing about him.” Patton tossed it into Roman’s unexpected hands, looking to him.

“Open it Roman.”

“Why?”

“You’re not in a good place to ask me questions.”

He opened the small book, greeted with worn pages and sloppy handwriting. He could tell Patton sifted through these when he was feeling particularly emotional, it helped him realise there had been harder times. Times he couldn’t talk, or look at Roman.

He noticed the first entry date having been when they were still together, so rounding back to almost 3 months ago. “That’s when V gave it to me, I wrote in it that very day.” Roman nodded.

As the entries went on Patton’s words grew more suspicious of Roman’s interactions with Remy, having an idea or whereabouts.

Roman noticed the gap in dates.

Being 4 days before he’d found out. To the day Virgil died. Then that was all. It stopped with almost 50 pages left untouched and and clean. Like it was waiting for Patton’s feelings on them.

“Pat,” he closes the book, setting it down where Patton sat before.

“I thought those four days were awful, the worst. But when V died, it crushed me. So much as to repressing everything you’d taught me to let out. Letting it eat me away. Did that pleasure you? With you seeing me in such pain. Because I can’t get past the opinion that you knew, exactly, what you were doing.”

A candle holder replaced Patton’s empty hands, it hiding behind his small frame easily.

“I- I no way! I was under a spell Patton, you have to believe me.” He had no idea the road he was treading down.

“That just sounds like a tired, well planned out excuse! I would have thought a more flare out of you! It’s pathetic. You’re pathetic.” Patton’s eyes narrowed.

Roman’s alarm rose when he noticed Patton’s hands absent from the scenario, knowing he was hiding something from view. What, he had no idea, but he guessed it wasn’t good. Roman gripped the diary in one hand, the bed sheets in the other. “Patton, what… what is it?”

He paused. The tiniest of smirks that could have combated Logan’s replaced a frown.

“I don’t think what is it is a very good question. It’s more like what it can do to you that is a more proficient guess.”
Roman jolted back, like he’d been electrocuted, no pain having reached him besides the weighted words hitting his beautiful face.

“Wow, I guess it finally is time my words had more of an effect on you,” he chuckled, moving his hands, revealing the weapon.

“Why do you have that?” He whimpered out.

“A lesson for someone who clearly has no respect for loved ones.”

“But you hea-”

Patton tapped the smaller end on Roman’s temples, “watch your words while you still have them.”

Roman closed his eyes, tears falling only when his gaze separated from Patton’s. “I could have stolen your sword, made this whole mess of a project go a lot quicker and more efficiently… in fact,” Patton reached behind Roman, grabbing the older’s sword and dangling it from the top.

“This is going to be so much fun,” he teased, running his pointer finger along the blade, knowing it’s power. Roman kept his eyes shut. “Roman seriously, keep your eyes open. Soon you won’t be able to.”

“What's tha-that supposed to mean?” He breathed out, earning a groan from Patton. “You are no fun to play with!”

“Play?”

“I just want to have my way with you! Mess up your lying beautiful face to my hearts content.” He crossed his arms, sword haphazardly dangling to his left, away from Roman’s hands.

Roman took this opportunity to stay quiet. Patton giggled manicacly, “now that’s better… sleep well my prince.”

As a wide set of eyes met dark ones, the bottom of the sword rendered Roman unconscious. Patton laughed successfully, “just where Remy can’t have his way with you anymore.”