It was a stormy night. Janus always loved the sunny days where it was bright and warm but sometimes he also loved the stormy nights. The way the rain fell down just like tear drops do. The way you feel connected to the rain. And whenever if rained. He would dance, dance alone in the rain. He always put the same song when it rained. It never changed.
I thought that I've been hurt before, Janus danced through the words, the rain poured against his soft white skin.
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
The song before his beloved child had died, he had only thought about as some silly love song but this line had took him in a deeper level. It was true that wrath had hurt him before but his child's death had left a bullet through his heart. It could never be fixed.
Your words cut deeper than a knife Oh Roman, why do you hate me so much? Janus thought to himself as tears urged to come out.
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life he needed someone to save him from this pain he felt. He would do anything to get rid of it. What was he going to do now?
Got a feeling that I'm going under he knew he was going under. Going to rock bottom. He should have never gotten attached to those children. But he was one of them.
But I know that I'll make it out alive Janus lies to himself everything was fine, he could continue but he just couldn't. The distressed serpent sniffed. Tears roared out as he continued dancing.
If I quit calling you my lover Janus missed wrath, he missed the loving he got even if he could taste the lie in 0it. It made him feel like he was at least worthy.
Move on how could he if his child died? How could he if his lover left him. No. He left him. His 'lover' never left him, he made the choice. Because he felt like he wasn't good enough. And he isn't.
The god couldn't dance anymore and instead was on the ground, a sobbing mess. He wished he never dated Wrath, he wished he never felt broken just like those children, he wished he was mortal. Janus bit his lips, he hesitantly stared at the aged and now torn tree. Such a sad tree. A broken one. Just like him. How can be such a blind fool? He should have known.
"Janus?" A soft voice was heard from behind. Who was it? He only hoped it wasn't Patton. He just didn't want to see the other. The figure walked closer as the rain got heavier by the minute, the hand touched Janus's shoulder. Then another hand. Then he was hugged. Who was it? The god felt so warm.. he smelled earthly. Was it Remus? No...
"Roman?" Janus hiccuped as he looked behind to see the creative god. Of course but why would the other hug him? Why so? Wasn't he mad at him?
"What happened Jan, why do you have cuts on your wrist?" Roman asked, he saw the tears in the others eyes. Glimmering. How beautiful. The snakes eyes widened, hasn't he kept up his illusion? Hadn't he made sure nobody would see his cuts? Why?
"Stay back!" Janus roared as he pushed the other, backing out as more tears threatened to come out, Roman frowned. He knew Roman knew that something was up. What was he supposed to do now?
He ran. Ran until he didn't know where he was. When he looked up. He saw a large gate. It gave off a strange aura, his mind said no but his body said yes. Who was he supposed to choose? The rain lightened but in Janus's head it sounded even harder, like the pain was pouring out it's maximum.
Rain, is a beautiful thing.
Most love the sun.
they just don't understand.
Rain, come out and play.
-Marcus Lynn
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there were eight gods. || Sanders Sides || Centric Janus angst
FanficSummary: once upon of times. There were eight gods. creativity's, Morality, Knowlege, Fears, Rage, wrath, and lies. all eight were united until one faithful day. The god of lies had enough. Enough being ignored. Enough being hurt. Will the other god...
