Desperation (Anxceit)/(Prinxiety)

Part 11

Surprise Post! Happy birthday, Deceit!
Warnings: confused snek, bottom of the ocean mentions, thunderstorm

     Deceit sighed and put the phone away before glancing back at the glass of water he had set on the counter. He picked it up, but didn't drink from it. Instead, he just stared down into the clear liquid. What was with that dream? It shouldn't have affected him that much. And why did he recognize that room? He knew it from somewhere, but he wasn't sure where. It sent shivers down his spine and turned his blood icy. However, it also wrapped him up in a cozy embrace. It was like home, but he was lost there. It was welcoming, yet indifferent at the same time. It didn't make sense.

     It was like finding refuge at the bottom of the ocean. Sure, it might not seem bad if you can breathe water, but the pressure of the entire ocean would crush anyone there. Plus there were monsters down there. Just like that room. Deceit had never seen the monsters, yet knew what they looked like. He knew they were there. They haunted him when he was alone.

     Deceit looked up from the water and shook his thoughts off. He was only going to confuse himself. Maybe if he really wanted to know what was going on, he could talk to Emile about it. But for now, he had to...umm. What did he have to do? Besides take Virgil to brunch, of course. He had to stop thinking about his dream, brush his teeth, stop thinking about his dream (deja vu), and take a shower. He also had to wash the dishes. And he had to figure out where to go for brunch, but that wasn't an issue. He and Virgil used to go to brunch all the time before...well.

     Deceit bussied himself with his tasks, promptly failing the first and third, but succeeding at the other two and was working on the fifth. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his mind off of it. It was like Remus: the more he tried to get it to stop, the more it simply had to do it.

     Deceit grit his teeth and scrubbed at the plate in his hands. There was a sticky substance on it that he was trying to get off. He gripped the dish through his yellow dish-washing gloves so hard he worried it would break. He sighed and rested his head on a cabinet. He needed to calm down. But how was he supposed to be calm when every time he let his guard down, his vision would go dark and he'd be back in that room with the monsters lurking there?

     He put the plate down in the sink to soak and pulled off his gloves. He stared at his hands. Why did he have to have scales? Why did he have to be a snake? Why? Why did he have to hold on to someone who had long since let go of him? Deceit closed his eyes and took a deep breath, shaking the thoughts from his mind. Now was not the time to be feeling sorry for himself.

     He went to his room and got dressed in his more casual attire. His fingers brushed Virgil's hoodie, and he contemplated returning it for a moment. Another trip to the room in his mind made him abandon that thought. If Virgil decided to leave again, he needed some reassurance of his survival. He finished getting dressed and exited the room. It was almost time to leave. He combed his hair to perfection and grabbed his keys before heading out.

     Along the way, every honk of a horn had him jolting in his seat. He shook it off and kept driving. As he neared the street Virgil lived on, he grew more and more anxious. What if he didn't want to spend time with Deceit? What if he was just playing with his feelings and was going to leave again? He was pulled from his thoughts when he slowed to a stop in front of the emo's house. His heart hammered in his chest.

     The front door of the house opened and Virgil rushed out of it before making a beeline to the passenger side of Deceit's car. He opened the door and got in with a huff, leaning his head back against the seat tiredly. He looked exhausted. But that was just his look, Deceit supposed, because he turned to look at Deceit and had a twinkle in his eye that although he knew was reserved for brunch, it made his heart flutter. What good was being a good liar if he couldn't convince himself that the man he was in love with loved him back?