"Life is a curse, not a gift."
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Deceit wandered down the dim-lit halls, shoes clicking on the ground. He tugged his capelet closer around his shoulders and continued forward, heading for the vomit-green door at the end of the hallway. Raising his hand, he formed a fist and knocked twice.
The door swung open, Remus beaming down at Deceit. "Hello there, Deedee!" He chirped. Deceit grimaced, Remus's voice grating on his already sensitive ears, and stepped past Remus and into the equally gross-coloured room.
He glanced around furtively, searching for something. He wasn't sure what. When he didn't find it he relaxed, allowing himself to sit on Remus's bed.
"What's up, snakey?"
Deceit huffed, amusement breaking through at the old nickname. He glanced up to Remus, flinching when he saw Roman for a half second. I fucked up, he thought, and regret hit him like a train.
Remus's face grew puzzled. "Helloo? Remus to double dick? What's up?"
Deceit rested his head in his hands and sighed, long and slow. "I fucked up," he murmured.
"For a second there I thought you were going to say him instead of up-"
"Can you be serious for one second?" Deceit snapped, glaring up at Remus. The erratic side stopped, blinking at Deceit.
"Serious?" He asked, cackling a bit. "You know I can't."
Deceit shook his head, standing up. "I don't know why I even tried. Don't worry about it, I'm leaving-"
"No, wait," Remus shot forward and grabbed Deceit's arm, holding him still. "I'm sorry, I'll listen. What's wrong? What did you fuck up?"
Sitting down again, Deceit rubbed at his eyes tiredly. He scratched absentmindedly at the scales on the side of his face before Remus caught Deceit's hand and lowered it.
"They're not listening to me," Deceit admitted after a moment. "I presented myself as some... villain, a trickster, someone sly, and now they won't actually heed my ideas."
Remus blinked at him, then grinned. "Is that all that's getting you down? My dear Dee, life is wonderful! You should enjoy it, not bother yourself with being accepted by them!"
"Life is a curse, not a gift."
Remus fell silent, eyes drifting to the ground. Deceit shifted, crossing his legs underneath him almost self-consciously. The two were silent for a while, thinking of what to say.
"Life doesn't have to be a curse, or a gift," Remus said carefully, after a few more minutes of them pondering. "It can just be. You have to make it what you want it to be."
Deceit opened his mouth, but closed it again. Honestly, he was surprised how long Remus had gone without saying something about dicks. But apparently, he thought too soon.
"I wanna make life about dicks."
"For fucks' sake, Remus," Deceit groaned, but he was smiling a bit now. He rolled over to face Remus and the other side rolled over too, and then they were face to face and laughing a bit.
