Meaning Of A Purr (Sanders Sides - LAMP Fic)

Chapter 51: Memory

Kinda light angst. Mentions of past verbal, physical, and sexual abuse, mentions of controlling others through fear and violence, and some mentions o sexual activity along with a good amount of guilt. As always take care of yourself and thank you for reading.

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Virgil absently made soft clicking sounds with his tongue. He was so bored. Patton was in the kitchen making some soups for lunch and had called Logan to come help him. Now he was just stuck here alone waiting for Roman to show up. He didn't really get what was taking Roman so long. He'd barely even been out of his room since he visited Thomas yesterday except for when he came to bed last night and even then he went straight to bed without saying much.

Virgil blew a puff of air upwards to get his bangs out of his face. His eyes looked down and spotted a pencil on the table and he glanced around to make sure no one was watching. When he saw that he was still alone he batted at it with his hands making it roll across the table before catching it and rolling it back the other direction. He played with the pencil getting a bit more aggressive with it until he accidentally lost control and the pencil fell off of the coffee table. Virgil was about to go get it when a small glowing red dot caught his attention. It slowly wavered across the surface of the table near his hands. Never had he imagined any of the others doing this. He hadn't even done it since he was a little kid. There was no way he was going to chase the uncatchable dot of light. Even if it did look tempting. So tempting. It was moving away, if he showed he wasn't interested who ever was doing it was going to make it go away.

Virgil mentally swore at himself as he lunged for the small dot. It raced away from his hands and down onto the floor where Virgil shifted forward trying to hit it again, if he could at least see it on the top of his hand it's be satisfactory enough. Still the stupid little dot was too fast. It wiggled across the floor before going up onto the couch. A small growl rumbled in Virgil's throat as he crouched down. He launched himself up onto the couch making it scoot backwards loudly from the sudden force of his weight. The two sides raced out of the kitchen to see what was wrong just in time to see Virgil jumping off of the couch again in hot pursuit of the red dot.

"R-Roman! Stop torturing Virgil with a laser pointer!" Patton scolded as he watched Virgil skidding across the ground trying to follow the change of direction.

"But it's so cute," Roman chuckled from the top of the stairs where he was pointing a small silver laser pointer down into the living room.

His hand shifted as he spoke and the red dot made a sharp turn. Virgil dove after it blinded by everything but that stupid little dot, causing him to crash face first into the coffee table. He fell backwards holding his throbbing nose. It wasn't the worst pain he'd ever been in but it still stunned him there on the floor for a moment. It felt so familiar.

"Hahaha and you were so close to catching it too."

"Heh, this is some real dejavu," Virgil chuckled through the pain, sitting up but still holding the throbbing bridge of his nose.

"Virgil! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Roman called as he all but jumped down the flight of stairs.

"This is why I told you to stop bullying Virgil with that laser pointer," Patton scolded, reaching Virgil's side before Roman did.

"I already told you, if Deceit is thinking like that again, I don't want to hear a word about it. Now stop bullying Little Bean with that stupid laser pointer."

Virgil's throat tightened as he felt a chilled pang in his chest. A small, sad smile spread across his lips as both of his hands moved to cover his eyes.

"Too familiar," Virgil murmured, just loud enough for the others to hear.

"Familiar? Baby, is everything alright? Are you having a flashback? Do you need anything?" Patton asked worriedly.