Pride!Roman

Part 17

"Pat? Re? You guys okay?"

Those two looked up at me, and Patton flashed me a fake smile, while Remus didn't even bother to hide his emotions.

"Where's Jan Jan?"

I can tell that Remus knows about how Janus doesn't want to join the light side, but for some reason he's not saying anything about it despite usually being one of the most honest sides here.

"He's, you know... he said that he needed to do something before coming over! You know how he is with being super secretive! He'll be over in no time. Why do you ask Remus? You miss him already?"

He looked me in the eyes and I hope he'd read my mind and just play along with the whole charade.

His eyes flared with a spark of realization of what I was doing. We have always been able to pick up on each other's thoughts quickly, we are brothers after all.

He dramatically crawled over to Patton's feet and draped himself over him. This caused a slight reaction from him but I could tell the smile on his face was genuine, but it was full of confusion as well.

"Yes! Oh god! How can I ever live without my dear Jan Jan! Oh I miss him so much! I think I'll just die right here if he doesn't show up this second!"

Remus laid completely on Patton's legs and stuck out his tongue as he presented to be dead.

The smile on Patton's face quickly turned into laughter, full body laughter.

I took the tray of cookies from his hand and placed them on a nearby table, as it has cooled enough to where they can be placed on the surface of the table without it needing some sort of cloth to protect the table from the pan burning it.

I turned back around to them and saw that Remus has now joined in on the laughter and the two of them were clinging onto each other.

Maybe combining both the light sides and the darks sides isn't the best idea, because I feel like if Patton and Remus are together all the time, a lot of things can happen. It's like, the two of them have such opposite vibes to them, yet I feel like it would just somehow, work. I feel like those two would have an amazing dynamic together and I don't think any of us will be ready to deal with that when that happens. They couldn't be more different but at the same time, similar.

I turned my upper body to face the cookies once more and I grabbed a few of them, deciding that I'm going to hand them out to everyone since padre over there is a little preoccupied.

I walked up to Logan first and handed him a cookie, just fingertips brushing slighting against mine, causing my face to turn slightly red. I'm too gay for this.

"Thank you Roman, er Princeton? That is very kind of you."

I nodded to him and turned away to him, about to head to Remus and Patton, but I was stopped when I felt something prevent me from moving. I looked to my lower right to see Logan holding the bottom of my jacket with his left hand and staring up at me, holding the book and cookie with his right hand.

I looked down at his hand with a slight blush on my face.

"Uhhh...Logan?"

He realized what he was doing and quickly let go.

"Oh I'm terribly sorry, but what should we call you? I've been hearing both names, Roman and Princeton, being said and I wonder which one you prefer, or if you prefer one over the other at all."

I slightly tugged down on my jacket to put it back into place before meeting his very intense yet gentle gaze. I can tell that he cares about this, something that I was too blind to see when I was convinced that they all hated me, or maybe I they have changed since I left after all.

"I uh, I guess I don't really have a preference over either one. I've spent half of my life identifying as Princeton and the other half as Roman, so I guess both names mean a big deal to me. You can call me either one, both are fine to me."

"And what about your function?"

I noticed Logan shifting his gaze between my eyes and the top of my head. I look around at the other people in the room while reaching up to the top of my head, seeing that everyone is looking at us now.

My hand fell on top of my crown, which I forgot I was wearing, and I hurt my hand in the process as the top of my crown is very sharp.

I looked down at Remus on the floor, now separated from Patton and looking at me as if he was about to cry. I can tell that this is bringing up memories from the time I left and threw him under the bus at the same time.

I walked over to him, my cape being a lot more dramatic than it needed to be when I spun. I crouched down next to him and Patton, and I softly placed my free gloves hand on his shoulder.

"I used to be known as Pride, the compliment to Creativity. I then put it upon myself to take the role as Creativity myself and threw Remus away as if he was nothing in the process. I don't know what this means for me, and I'm sure that everything I've done in my past will impact you all on how you view me. Remus..."

My brother brought his head up so his eyes could meet mine. They were filled with so much pain and sorrow, emotions of which I'm at the root of.

"Remus I don't think I'll ever stop apologizing to you. I'm at the root of a lot of these negative emotions that you've been feeling for years and you were never meant to be feeling these things because of me. I broke the trust that we had, the strong bond that we had, and for this I'm so, so, so terribly sorry."