Dark Secrets

Wings.

Virgil hid his wings under his baggy hoodies. He couldn’t remember the last time he let them show. But that didn’t matter, he couldn’t show them. They were only for the Light Sides. Not a lowly Dark Side such as him. And with this fact in mind, he watched the others roam the commons, wings on display for everyone to see. 

Roman was talking with a rather irate looking Logan, bright scarlet and gold wings flexing and opening and closing with his every overly exaggerated flourish. Logan’s simple dark blue wings were folded neatly at his sides, hiding the white star-like speckles that adorned the undersides (he says they look silly even though he traces the constellations in the speckles when alone). Patton looked on fondly as the nerdy Side retorted softly at one of Roman’s many gibes, soft pastel blue and pink wings stretched out across the couch at his sides.

Virgil felt his wings ache as he watched them. He let out a soft huff. It was barely audible, but he knew Roman would hear it. Lo and behold, the creative Side turned his head in Virgil’s direction, a scowl starting to form. “What do you want, Emo Nightmare?” Came the bitter answer of Virgil’s request of attention. 

"Hello to you too, Princey." Virgil muttered as he sat by Patton's feet. Roman glared at Virgil, distrust in his eyes. "What? Do you seriously think I would do something to Patton?" He sneered, noticing Roman's look.

"You can never be too careful." Roman growled. Virgil scowled, lip curling back slightly. Patton gasped, hand his mouth in disbelief.

"Roman! Virgil would never hurt any of us!" Patton scolded, wings flexing slightly.
"Really now? Tell that to Thomas!" Roman snapped, scarlet wings flapping haughtily.

"Do you realize how much worse Thomas's anxiety is for me, Roman?" Virgil snapped. "Has it ever registered in that thick skull of yours that maybe I share Thomas's pain. Fear. Paranoia?"— This earned a small gasp from Patton, a deeper scowl from Roman, and a startled noise from Logan, who was watching the exchange from the safe sidelines —"That maybe, just maybe, I feel worse and worse for every little mistake I make? For every time Thomas gets hurt from my goddamn fear?"

Roman looked at Virgil, eyes swirling with unreadable emotion. Fear and irritation danced and played in Virgil's stomach but he didn't show it. "Lies." Was all Roman spat before sinking out. Virgil would be lying if he said that didn't strike a chord of pain deep within him. But he refused to show it and just turned away. 

"I'm going to my room." He growled, ignoring Patton's protests.

A/N- This is the first Tss fanfic I decided to make. So please call me out on something is its inconsistent, incorrect, and/or OOC