Put back together

46. You're scary

Warning: swearing

Roman's head was spinning.
He still sat on the damp wood and he was pretty sure that he wouldn't have been able to get up if he wanted to.
The red glow had burned itself into his mind.

Gods, how stupid was he?
He had been on this goddamn quest for what? Two weeks now?
And the entire time had been looking for something that was right in front of him.
Including himself.

And this fucking freak that was now lying infront of him, motionless except for the rising and sinking of his chest.

"What do we do now?," Patton asked quietly. "I mean, with him. We can't just leave him here, can we?"

"I doubt we can convince him to come with us either," Logan stated with a frown. "It's understandable that he's angry at us."

Roman just listend.

He felt weird. Like something was... different. Not wrong per se, but different.
Patton had said that suddenly being invincible hadn't left him feeling any different but Logan had complained about an itchy feeling behind his eyes.
Was this something like that?
But then it wouldn't be spread over his entire body like this, would it?

"But I would like to ask him a few questions. He mentioned a certain 'Perse' who apparently told him about us and he mentioned that his older brother was cursed. Which, if he was telling the truth, would be the king," Logan continued.

"So, we just wait for him to wake up?" Patton asked.

"If both of you agree to do so, yes," Logan looked at Patton and Roman expectantly.

"Yes," Elliott said from where they were curled around Patton's neck.

Roman realised with a start how much bigger they had become. Elliott's head was about as big as his fist now.
When had they grown so much?

"Fine by me," Patton shrugged a little, his shoulders weighted down by the dragon. "We haven't had dinner yet anyway so we might as well eat now."

The attention shifted to Roman.

"Soundgoodtome," he said. The words sounded too fast even to him.

Patton tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"What?"

"Sounds good to me," Roman repeated. He didn't even try to say it slower but somehow he did.

So Patton and Logan sat down and the baker pulled out one of their many soup bottles.

As much as Roman liked the soup he was glad they had gotten to eat something else to eat yesterday at the inn and part of him hoped that they'd run out soon. He was getting kinda sick of soup.

Elliott jumped into the water at some point and came back up with a small fish in their mouth. They ate it whole and for a while Roman expected them to spit out the bones and scales like a cat but they didn't.
Instead a bit of smoke left their mouth similar to when they had dissolved the lock or the cell floor.
Acid then.

"Ugh," someone groaned next to him and Roman's attention snapped back to Remus in an instant.

The teronan prince sat up slowly rubbing his head.

"Fuck that hurt!" he complained.

"Fuck?" Elliott repeated and for a moment Roman feared Patton would murder the guy for teaching his kid that kind of language.

He didn't but instead shot Remus a glare.

"The fuck is that?" Remus asked looking at Elliott. "A lizard?"