TW- Hunger strike, fowl language, prisonment
Deceit sobbed weakly. It was torture to be faced with reality, the shear prospect of sitting alone and listless for an entire year in a cell.
He could feel the leash's strain around his diaphragm, his ribs aching with each laboured breath. He needed to calm himself, and yet a self-destructive question was eating away at him; Do I deserve this?
"Deceit?" He heard a voice speak from behind the cell screen.
"Fuck off." He snapped in reply before he could control himself. He glanced up to see Roman, his arms crossed tightly over his prince attire.
"You haven't eaten." He tilted his head, scanning his brown and green eyes.
Janus gritted his teeth, glancing to the plate of cold mash and sausages on his right. "I'm not hungry."
Roman sighed, running a hand through his hair. "That's been your excuse for the past four days, you need to eat."
Janus refused to admit it out loud, but the prince did have a point. The gripping pain in his stomach were driving him mad, and the way his body limped and dizzied sickened him with faintness. Roman slid open the metal door and walked inside the cell, grasping the plate in his hand before sitting beside him.
"Get the hell away from me." Janus warned, shifting backward. His muscles tightened apprehensively, his tongue rearing to hiss.
Roman saw a flicker of panic in his eyes, not too dissimilar from Virgil's.
"Sit still," Roman apprised, stabbing at a slice of sausage with his fork and holding it to the snake's lips. "Eat something."
Janus trembled as he jerked away. "Piss off."
Roman stared at him for a few moments, before lashing out his hand and robbing the snake's hat from his head. He then sprinted to the cell wall.
"Give that back!" Deceit snarled. Janus chased after him, but quickly jerked to a halt as his leash restraining him from inching a fraction further.
"Eat first, then you get this back." Roman taunted, shaking the hat in his hand.
Deceit panicked to himself. I can't eat, I won't eat, I refuse to be at anyone's mercy! But my hat, I can't let Roman take it from me. I'm the only one who can have it, I'm the only person who can keep it safe. But if I eat, I'll be giving up control, and this is the only thing I can control. Please, you can't do this, please don't do this to me...
"Damn you, I am not hungry!"
Roman clenched his jaw, waiting implicitly. "No? Then I suppose you don't mind if I confiscate this for a while." He made his way to the exit, hauling open the silver door.
"No, Roman," his voice cracked. "Please, I'm... I can't, don't, I..."
The prince's stared at him through the screen door. "I'll come tomorrow, and if the plate is clear you'll get this back, you have my word."
"And if I don't?" Janus murmured with pleading eyes.
Roman shrugged. "Then don't expect to have this returned. Trust me, I'm doing this for your own good."
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True Deceit
FanfictionWith Logan imprisoned in the dark side, Janus can finally serve a malicious revenge. His victory is inevitable; until Patton slithers past his defences. Can still outwit his enemies, or will his weaknesses rob him of Virgil once more?
