Put back together

30. Elliott

Virgil half wished he hadn't offered Roman to stitch him up.
But it was his fault that Roman even had gotten hurt so it didn't matter if his headache had dubled now. It was his fault.

They were walking again. Logan had taken Roman's bag, ignoring the other man's protest. The dragon baby was occasionally looking out of Patton's pocket.

He wouldn't let them get hurt again. So he kept reaching out. Held contact with the incorperal strings he had spun all over his Islands over the years.
Nothing could come even close to them without stumbling over his everpresent web - without alarming him.
And once he knew that something was there, he didn't let whatever it was get any closer.

'It's a simple spell but quite unbreakable,' Benedict Cumberbatch's voice rang through his mind and he had to fight a smirk at how well the meme fit.

From what he had gathered he had passed out somewhere on the bridge.
What happened before was all a blur. He was pretty sure he had told Logan to kiss the other two though.
He wished he didn't remember it.

The more time he spent with Roman, Logan and Patton, the more he considered changing the original plan.
He had some business in Terona anyway so if they headed in the right direction... maybe he could travel with them a bit longer.

Still there was no doubt in his mind that their ways would part eventually.

Just because they were nice and all cute in their own ways didn't mean that their quest had to become his aswell.
He had told Roman to give up and Patton to be careful.
That had been the most he had wanted to do with this whole issue.
He couldn't risk it interfering with his own plans.

Not when finally everything was starting to come together.

So, Terona and if it worked out a bit further.

A not-anymore butterfly flew into his web.
He hummed a melody that came to mind and at the first note three of the creatures deformed wings were pierced through.
He only kept going because he felt like it.

"What song is that?" Patton suddenly asked startling him.

"Not one you'd know," Virgil told him.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that much but I want to know the name."

"Numb", he gave in.

A look of confusion crossed Patton's face.

"What?"

"The closest translation would be 'numb' I guess," Virgil explained. "It's in English."

"That language that that skull in your cave speaks?"

"Yeah."

Patton nodded thoughtfully.

"Can I ask where you learned that language?", Logan asked obviously interested.

Virgil opened his mouth and closed it again. The most honest answer he could give would probably be 'I don't know' but that wasn't really the case either. He did know.
He just didn't know how to put it into words that Logan would understand.
And he doubted that Logan would be satisfied with that kind of answer.
Except he hadn't really asked for an explanation. He had asked a simple 'yes' or 'no' question.
Virgil guessed there were perks to long contact with fae after all.

"No," he responded.

Logan blinked in suprise, obviously not having expected that answer.
He pushed up his glasses.

"Very well," no matter how much Logan was trying to hide his disappointment and how well he was doing so, he was in Virgil's web. There was no way the mage would have missed it the same way he couldn't have missed a mammoth jumping on a trampoline made of those screaming chicken toys that he was pretty sure were originally meant to be dog toys.