Virgil, once a Dark Side is now a Light Side.
But the past often doesn't leave good enough alone.
When the other sides only make Virgil feel worse, who's to stop him from just ending it all.
Of course, Thomas taking pills to keep Virgil at bay d...
this is also for you poor unfortunate souls reading my High School AU, to make up for that hella angsty chapter
WE DO HAVE SOME GOOD NEWS IG
QUINN'S GETTING A NEW OUTFIT, NOTHING MUCH HE JUST HAS A SWEATER NOW INSTEAD OF A HOODIE
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AND WHO CARES IF ITS A GIRLS SWEATER, QUINN WILL WEAR WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS
But he still has his black skinny jeans, black high too converse, and eyeliner (he's still his lil emo self)
TRIGGER WARNING : talks about cutting/suicide
Deceit POV "New outfit?" I asked, looking up from feeding Kaa and Noodle. Quinn slowly made his way out of the bathroom, now wearing a sweater.
It was the next day, morning sunlight filtering in from the windows. It was a cloudy day, but nothing else.
I was just in a pair of black sweat pants, no shirt. Not that Quinn was complaining about my lack of a shirt. I didn't like it since it shows off all the scars on my forearms, but Quinn didn't care that there were there.
I liked the sweater. It made him look adorable but in a sort of angsty way. He wasn't wearing any pants, just a pair of black boxers he stole from me. Along with a pair of mismatched socks, one was grey with black polka dots and the other was white with little cartoonish grey cats on it.
"I wanted a change," He answered with a shrug. "Trying to move on from that point in my life."
"That's good, I'm proud of you." I told him. He walked over and stood next to me. I snaked one arm around his waist and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
"Love you," He mumbled, standing on his tip toes to press his face against my neck. One of his hands trailed up and down the scales that went down my left side.
"Love you too," I whispered, leaning into his touch. "How are you feeling?"
"My chest hurts still but at least I can walk now," Quinn answered.
"Just don't overexert yourself," I told him.
"Considering I can only stand up for like five minutes before the pain gets unbearable," Quinn laughed. "I don't think there's any way I could."
