The Bloody Crown ||Sanders Sides

8. Arguing, Arguing

I just want to say thanks again to the people reading this book-

I'm having so much fun reading comments and writing this.

TW: arguing, swearing, insulting, sexual insults, drinking deadly chemicals, sad boi Remus

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"What the hell took so long?" Roman snapped. Virgil just rolled his eyes and handed him a raspberry pastry. "Don't ignore me!"

"I'm not ignoring you, bitch. Maybe if you actually had something worthwhile to say I'd respond," Virgil said curtly. "Last time I checked you're just being a bitch for no reason."

"Well if you wouldn't make me annoyed this wouldn't be a problem!" Virgil slapped Roman, watching the shock on his face.

"Someone needed to do it before you went off the walls," Virgil said with a shrug. "And anyone else would've died, so I guess that's my job."

"I- but- I- you just slapped me," Roman  said, eyes wide.

"Grow up, Roman. Not everyone is going to give you what you want, and you can't be bitchy every time you're rejected," Virgil growled out.

"Fine." Virgil looked at Roman, who had turned away and was looking out the carriage window.

"You're still pouting," Virgil said.

"Am I? I really could care less, Paranoia," Roman said coldly.

"See this is what I mean," Virgil snapped. "You're hot and cold, Roman. You may act like you care, but you can just as easily not care. Why do you think no one wants to deal with you? Why do you think no countries have even tried to offer their daughters for marriage? You're blind."

"Oh really?" Roman's voice was sharp. "Well excuse me, Mr. I kill everyone I've ever cared about because caring makes you weak. Maybe I go back and forth, but at least I can care. And I don't care if anyone offers their daughters for marriage, as far as I'm concerned I'm not getting married."

"My family is not something you bring up," Virgil growled. "And I think you just don't want to be married because you know you can't pleasure a woman even a little bit. Anyone with you would have to fake an orgasm every time."

"Oh really?" Roman raised an eyebrow and flared at him. "Last time I checked you were saying something quite different. I seem to recall you were quite loud."

"I am not loud!" Virgil snapped. "If anyone's the loud one it's you. What's up with you and knives?"

"We aren't talking about that," Roman stated. "Maybe I just know how to have a good time."

"Please." Virgil scoffed. "You're such a bottom that anyone could break you."

"Says the bottom." Roman had to dodge one of Virgil's daggers.

"That was one time!" Virgil snapped. "And it's not happening again, so give up!"

"Why should I give up?" Roman asked. "You're a challenge, and I like challenges. No one else talks to me the way you do, and you intrigue me." Roman leaned close to Virgil fluttering his eyelashes. "Plus... it happened once. Who's to say I tower happen again."

Virgil pushed Roman away with a scowl. He turned to the windows, ignoring Roman for the rest of the ride.

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"Remus, could you pass me the-"

"Here you go!" Remus exclaimed, giving Logan the acid before he could even finish asking for it. He'd quickly picked up on what Logan needed for building the prosthetics, and would insist on helping.

"Thank you, Remus," Logan said with an amused smile. "You're quite good at this, you know."

"I just love illegal things." Remus grabbed a random bottle of chemicals and chugged it. "See? That's great."

"Remus throw that up right now!" Logan snapped. He didn't even look up as Remus shrugged and walked to the sink, throwing up the contents of the bottle. This had already happened a dozen times, so Logan wasn't surprised at this point.

"You're no fun," Remus said with a whine. "Why can't we do arson?"

"Because I don't want to die if I'm caught," Logan said with a sigh. "I get you want to do illegal things, but if we get caught we die, and there are people depending on these prosthetics."

"Fine. I guess this is illegal enough." Remus sighed. Logan winced at the sadness in his voice. He set down his tools, turning to Remus.

"Look, I'm not good with emotions, but I can tell you're upset," Logan said softly. "I get that you're trying to distract yourself by doing illegal things, but it won't help. Everything's just going to come back in the end, and then you'll crash."

"But I don't want to deal with it," Remus whispered.

"I know I don't like contact, but do you need a hug?" Logan asked. "I get that they can increase endorphins and provide a sense of comfort."

"Just hug me, you nerd," Remus said with a small smile. Wrapped up in Logan's arms, Remus felt safe. He felt some of the pain slip away as he just let himself be held.

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