(Platonic?) Analogical - Feathers.

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Requested by Galactic_Frying_Pan.

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One thing that all dark sides have in common is that all of them have animal features to further differ themselves from Thomas. The right side of Deceit's face was covered in scales, Remus could create tentacles at will and even Virgil had large wings he hid in his hoodie. Although they were absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous, Virgil didn't show them to anyone else.

They served as a near constant reminder of where Virgil came from and what he was intended to be. His least favourite thing to do is reflect back on that time in his life. Since they represented the fact he first came existence as a dark side, he was afraid to reveal to the others because he didn't want to be rejected by them and fall back in the unfortunately familiar role.

He was sure he couldn't handle going through that again so he didn't even risk it.

However, when he was especially stressed, he found it calming to fly around at nighttime when no one else was awake. It was a way to relax and finally feel at peace within himself. It was really one of the only times he was truely happy when the others weren't around. Today was one of those times, what with a certain trashy boi suddenly appearing out of nowhere to reck havoc.

The very second the clock rang for midnight, Virgil's hoodie was discarded on his bed. His wings subconsciously spread out, stretching itself out. He threw open the windows causing the cold night air to hit him, giving him a sense of calm. Looking over the star dotted night sky, he gave a small smile before it slowly changed into a determined smirk as he slowly dent down slightly.

Pushing against the ground, he launched himself out the window. He began to fall but before he could hit the ground, he flew up, doing a figure eight in the air. He sighed in contentment as he contiuned to soar around the sky, going the occasional trick or two. What he didn't realize is that he wasn't the only one awake at the time, someone else was up at midnight.

And that someone was Logan. He woke up early to study and survey the stars through the wooden telescope propped up to the window in his room. As he marked another star in his notebook, out the corner of his eye he swore he saw someone soar past. He blinked a little in surprise. He squinted his eyes, knowing whoever it was was too close to see with his telescope.

A few moments passed and then the person appeared again, gliding through the air. This time however, Logan recognized who it was. It was Virgil. His wings faded from a raven black into a rich purple colour, feathers shining in the shine of the moon. They were breathtakingly gorgeous. Virgil seemed very at peace, a boyish grin on his face as he darted through the cold night air.

It was a rare sight to see but it was calming one at that. Virgil was always tense for obvious reasons but for the first time from what Logan had seen, it was clear that there was not a single worry on Virgil's mind. But that was none of Logan's business and he was well aware of that. For he simply smiled and contiuned what he was doing. He could confront Virgil in the morning but right now, Logan didn't want to disturb his bliss.

So he left him be.

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588 words.

I'm probably going to make a chapter about requests. Just guidelines and stuff.

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