c o n t x c t | sanders sides fanfic

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i lowkey hate this chapter but too late now
if you see a typo, you have full permission to spam me (just not in the comments bls)
whoo let's get this show on the road >:)

☾ v i r g i l ☽

"Oh shit oh fuck-"

My sword clatters to the ground, and I let out a curse, glaring at Joan. They smile mischievously, the sword they just used to disarm me still clasped in their hands. "That's eighteen to three," they say, running a hand through their hair. "You want to continue training?"

I scoff, picking up my sword again. "And get my ass beat even more? No thanks. I want to spare what little self-esteem I have left." At that, they laugh, causing me to crack a smile.

Joan is a bean.

"Virgil."

I hear a voice behind me and whip around, not expecting to see Roman. I internally groan. He's the last person I want to see now. I can tell Joan had tensed up behind me. They have much reason to.

Roman, on the other hand, is an absolute bitch.

I've had my fair share of taunting from him. He acts like it doesn't matter, but it does. That shit hurts. And yet, he still does it. No, I haven't told him to stop, but I don't want to. He'll just tease me more. I know he will. That's what he's like.

Despite my despising him, I keep the hate out of my voice when I reply, "Yeah, Ro?" He leans against the doorframe to the practice room. "Thomas is holding a council meeting," he says. "Hurry your emo ass up."

I have to resist knocking that smug look off his face.

"I'm coming," I grumble. Roman nods and leaves, and I turn back to Joan. "I swear on all the stars in the sky, if he keeps on bothering me like that, Thomas will have to execute me for murder." Joan casts me a pitying smile and says, "Good luck, Virge. You'll need it to deal with Roman."

Once I put my sword in its sheath and thank Joan, I leave the practice room and make my way to the Council Room. The rooms aren't too far apart, so I get there fairly quickly. I push open the wooden door, adorned with patterns of trees and animals etched into the wood with gold, and instantly hear a voice shout out, "Virgil! Can we start the meeting now, Thomas?"

I immediately recognize the chipper tone as Patton and head towards my seat. Logan and Patton are already in their chairs (Roman is just getting into his place when I come in). They are perfect counterparts. Logan reads a book wordlessly, glancing up and giving me a nod of acknowledgment before returning to the page, while Patton is on the edge of his seat, rapidly bouncing his leg up and down. It makes me dizzy just looking at it.

The Council Room isn't too big. There are two small windows on the walls and a round table in the center of the room, five chairs surrounding it. Each chair is unique. Thomas's is grander than the other four and is more comfortable, having velvet cushions on the seat and back. Logan's is just wood, though it is incredibly intricate. There are little engravings in the back of the chair. Honestly, it's pretty attractive, though not the most comfortable. Roman's is cushioned just like Thomas's, though it's smaller and less elegant. I can't imagine him sitting his preppy ass in anything less than what he had. The cushions are red, his favorite color. He always says something about it being the color of romance or whatever. Patton's chair is also wooden, though it isn't as detailed as Logan's. There are still some details, like the tiny birds and tree branches carved into the back, but it isn't too busy.

And my chair.

It's just an average, small, black, wooden chair.

I don't really care for anything else.