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jungle321jungle · 4 years

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Virgil’s Guide to Avoid Accidentally Falling In Love With Your Boss’ Boss: Step Two

Virgil’s just trying to fake his way through life, but when he finds it hard to shake his hot boss’ boss’s attention- on account of their adopted sons being twins- things get complicated.

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“Why do we have to have homework on the first day?”

“Because that’s how school works,” Dante Ekans chuckled. “Here, why don’t you do work on your story? Mr. Hart said you can write about anything you did this summer right?”

“I don’t want to though, I want to play with Roman.”

“Roman is writing his story too... So can you write for me while I talk to Roman’s daddy?”

Virgil must have stepped into a parallel world.

Gone was the boss who glared at him and clearly thought he was a waste of time,space, breath and more, and here was some soft man trying to encourage his kid do homework.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” his other son asked from his other side.

Dante Ekans nodded and looked around the small cafe before pointing out where it was. His other son- Logan apparently- rose from his seat and walked over as his father watched him the entire time.

“Sorry, what was I saying?” Dante Ekans asked.

Virgil gave a shrug, to be honest he was confused by the majority of this conversation- or well he had been confused since the moment he had arrived to pick Roman up from school. First a sudden twin, and then crying children, and then an angry boss, and then his boss inviting them to get coffee.

None of it made sense.

“I can’t remember,” he frowned drumming his fingers on his coffee cup. “Regardless, it’s clear that two are going to be attached to the hip now.”

Virgil nodded in agreement as he looked at Roman. His son was busy writing his story, but he kept glancing up at Remus as if worried the boy would disappear while he was distracted.

“I should get your number, we can properly schedule a playdate that way.”

Virgil nodded in agreement and tried his best not to think about the fact that the hot boss’ number would soon be his. “That sounds good, but particularly I’m more worried about leaving afterwards.”

“We’re staying together,” Roman interrupted to further Virgil’s point.

Dante Ekans gave a chuckle, “We’ll have to figure it out.”

“You did well by the way,” Dante Ekans commented as he held his crying son in his arms.

Virgil looked up from where he was attempting to hold Roman back, “What?”

“Your presentation,” he said casually. “You did well. You seem to know what you’re doing and do it well. You could use some confidence though.”

Virgil did his best not to blush, “Uh thank you... thank you sir.”

“Dee,” he corrected. “I go by Dee.”

Virgil nodded quickly, “Thank you... Dee. I- ow! Roman! Kicking me will only end in you not getting dessert tonight.”

“They’re stupid,” Logan commented adjusting his glasses.

“We don’t use that word,” Dante chided. “Come on you two.”

“I hate you,” Roman declared as they left.

Virgil sighed and took his son by the hand, “You’ll see him tomorrow.”

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“Storm?”

Virgil looked away from his computer as his boss poked her head in his cubicle. The woman gave him a sorrowful look, “Ekans wants you in his office.”

Virgil’s heart skipped a beat as he forced himself to nod. It had been about a week since the two had and their children had parted from the cafe. They had texted a few times purely so Roman and Remus could keep in contact, but they hadn’t really spoken themselves. And now he was being called to the hot boss’ office.

Dante Ekans was on the phone when Virgil entered the room.

The office was large and mostly empty aside from the sitting area and the desk. Dante Ekans himself sat at his desk on the phone, but as Virgil entered he hurriedly hung up.

“You can close the door,” he announced.

Virgil did so and tried not to flinch at the echoing sound it made as it clicked shut. “Did you need something Mr. Ekans?”

He leaned forward and leaned his elbows on his desk and fixed Virgil with an expression that wasn’t able to deciphered, “Dee.”

“...Dee.”

“How is Roman doing?”

“He’s- he’s good. Being attached to Remus is certainly helping him adjust to a new school.”

“Good, good. I- you don’t need to stand in the doorway, I don’t bite.” He stood. “Here, why don’t we sit on the couches?”

They sat on opposite couches, a coffee table between them. Dee looked casual- as he should in his own office- as he sat with his laptop on his lap typing away. “Sorry, someone just emailed me... But I called you here to talk about the boys. I had my people look into the adoption records. It just confirms the obvious, the two are twins. After their mother’s death they were put in the system and then two were seperated due to overcrowding.”

Virgil frowned, “Overcrowding? That’s... That’s ridiculous.”

“Agreed,” Dee closed his laptop and set it beside him with a tired sigh. “Shit, I didn’t even ask how you were. Let me pretend I have manners. How are you doing today?”

Virgil couldn’t stop himself from smiling slightly, “I’m fine. You?”

“Tired as hell, but I guess that’s what I get for running this place at my age, and raising two kids.”

“Do you want me to go so you can nap or something?”

Dee shook his head, “Nah, you being here is a break. So you’re fine.” He paused, “That shirt is a nice color on you.”

Virgil blinked and looked down at his shirt- purple- before he nodded, “Um, thanks.”

Dee said nothing for a moment his eyes running over Virgil in a way Virgil found himself unable to interpret.

“So um,” Virgil said awkwardly looking away. “Out of curiosity, how long ago did you adopt Remus? Roman said it was a while ago, but I don't remember.”

“He was two,” Dee recalled. “You adopted Roman a few years ago right?”

Virgil nodded with a slight smile at the memory, “Something in me was crazy and decided I wanted a kid. It's been crazy, but I love Roman.”

“I understand that,” he nodded. “My boys are my everything.”

“How old is Logan?”

“Nine going on twenty,” Dee chuckled. “He’s serious as hell, but I can’t tell if its nature or nurture... Oh, I meant to ask you what your weekend plans are?”

Virgil blinked, “Um, nothing?

“Perfect. I was thinking you and Roman could come by my place and the two boys can hang out like they so desperately have been craving.”

“Sounds good,” Virgil nodded. “Which day is better for-” Virgil was cut off as the door opened and Dee’s secretary entered.

Dee frowned at her, “Did you need something?”

“He called again,” she said awkwardly. “Another new number.”

Dee sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I’ll text you Storm, I need to deal with something.”

Virgil nodded and stood, “It’s... it’s Virgil.”

His boss’ lip quirked in a slight smile, “I’ll text you, Virgil.”

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“This place is huge!” Roman marveled as they pulled up. Virgil was inclined to agree.

The house was huge, nice looking from the outside, and probably cost an amount that Virgil could only dream of. He climbed out of his small beat up car and grabbed the bag he had brought before setting off for the front door.

Roman hurried ahead of him and run the doorbell. It was adorable to see him bounce on the balls of his feet with barely contained excitement, and it was something Virgil would savor while he could.

A moment later the door opened and Virgil nearly dropped everything his holding at the sight of Dee- shirtless Dee- shirtless and toned Dee- shirtless, toned, and hot Dee... (Just to be specific).

“Welcome!” He smiled casually.

“Where’s Remus?” Roman asked him.

Virgil couldn’t even force words to work in time to chide his son for not greeting Dee properly. Thankfully Dee only laughed as they stepped in the house, “He and Logan are in the pool. Come on.” He led the way through the house and Virgil pulled his eyes from his boss long enough to admire the place.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks,” Dee nodded. “What’s in the bag?”

Virgil paused before he remembered the bag he was carrying, “I know you said I didn’t need to bring anything, but I figured who could turn down homemade cookies?”

“What kind?”

“The best kind, extra mixed chocolate chip!” Roman answered for him. “Dad and I made them last night! It uses different kinds of chocolate chips and we put a ton in.”

Virgil chuckled, “He’s my baker in training.”

“Dad said our next project is lemonade cupcakes.”

“Oh?” Dee asked as he led the way out into the back by the pool. “Well if you ever need someone to try any sweets I will happily oblige... And I guess the boys would too.”

“Roman!” Remus cheered from where he hung out in the pool, but beside him Logan rolled his eyes.

“We brought cookies!” Roman cheered taking off his shoes.

“For after lunch,” Dee tossed in.

“Are you gonna swim at all?” Dee asked swimming over to him a while later.

Virgil shook his head, “I don’t own a swimsuit right now. I swore I had one before we moved but it vanished, and I’ve never gotten around to getting a new one.”

“Moving makes somethings vanish and others reappear,” Dee shrugged.

“You can swim with the boys without me,” Virgil told him kicking his legs lazily in the water. “I’m fine, just here sitting on the edge.”

The other man paused before he moved to the edge and hoisted himself out of the pool (giving Virgil a decent view) before sitting beside Virgil. “I’ll join you for a bit. Have a conversation that’s above a sixth grade level... I hope you’re above the six grade level.”

“Well I’m 80% sure I passed sixth grade.”

“Why are you missing 20%?”

“Well if I said 100 it would be too suspicious no?”

“Touche.”

“Can- can I ask you something?” Virgil asked after a bit of hesitation.

“Sure.”

“Well um, there’s so many rumors around you at work. But you seem like an entirely different person than what they say? I guess that’s not question... or proper grammar.”

“It’s that last 20% kicking in, but as for your not question. I turn work me on and off. Right know I’m Dee Ekans, a dad hanging out having a good time. At work I’m Dante Ekans, and I need order and things done when I say.”

“Doesn’t that get... tiring?”

“Not so much as trying to stick to work mode. I’ve tried to stop bringing work home with me, and it’s made things a million times easier on me- on all of us.”

“Dad can we get lunch now?” Logan asked swimming over.

Dee nodded and stood, “Sounds good.”

“Do you need help with anything?” Virgil offered.

“Um, why don’t you help Logan carry everything out here? I’ll take the twins?”

Dee had managed to get the two seated at a table, by the time Virgil and Logan returned from their horribly silent trip to the kitchen.

“-That’s what my other dad said,” Remus was telling Roman.

“Other Dad?” Roman echoed.

Remus nodded, “I have two dads.”

“Really w-”

“Alright boys, what do you want to eat?” Dee interrupted. “I’ve got corn, hot dogs, and chicken, and more. Take your pick. Oh, and of course we have the cookies afterwards.”

Of course there was another parent.

A house this large? Super demanding day job? Two kids? Dee has to have someone else to help him out. That was logical. So why did Virgil feel a tad, disappointed?

He chose to ignore the feeling and on top of that he would need to stop gawking over a taken man.

But with the sound of the man’s laughing ringing beautifully in his ear? It would be easier said than done.

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Step One- Step Two - Step Three

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littleanxiousbby · 4 years

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We've all heard of Patton with curly hair, but what about...

DECEIT WITH CURLY HAIR!

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sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes · 4 years

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"Two Sides Of The Same Coin" Dee!

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purpleskullcandys · 5 years

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Dying From Exposure Chapter 3

Summary: After the revelations following Remus' introduction, Logan suggests a way for Virgil to acclimate to the "Dark Sides" showing up in Thomas' Life: Exposure Therapy.

or: where Virgil is a reluctant video game protagonist, Logan, Patton, and Roman are in danger and simultaneously dangerous, and Deceit and Remus are along from the ride.

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Before Logan began to explain, Roman lead the group further into the meadow, past the tree line to some shade. Miraculously (or not because Virgil was sure this place was at the creative side’s beck and call) there were four stumps bunched together for them to sit on when they arrived.

Once they were situated, Logan stood, turning to look at each of them in turn before his eyes landed on the prince.

“Roman, if you would.”

Roman smiled, using one hand to gesture to the right of the logical side with a flourish.

“No problemo, teach.”

A faint rumbling shook the stumps briefly, causing Patton and Vigil to grip the edges of the wood, as the ground split open around a silvery object coming to the surface. A screen rose from the grass at Logan’s side, dirt sliding off its sides as it grew to be around shoulder height. As it flicked to life without any apparent power source, a laser pointer appeared in the logical side’s right hand, eliciting an appreciative hum.

“I will ignore your blatantly incorrect ending for that word, even though it has clearly been established that you can speak spanish, due to the quality of the presentation set up you have provided for me.”

Roman huffed, slumping into an exaggerated pout with his arms crossed over his chest as he mumbled out a, “gender and language are made up” with the grumbly voice of a teenager sassing an authority figure.

“What was that?” Logan questioned, face blank, but Virgil was sure he had heard what Roman had said if the sardonic look in his eyes was any indication.

“I said ‘Are you ready to start this up?” Roman defended hurriedly. Virgil rolled his eyes and glanced at Patton who giggled softly at the exchange. They shared a look.

The two of them never quit.

“Yes,” Logan said decisively as he adjusted his glasses and aimed the laser pointer at the screen. “Quite ready.”

The screen flicked from its blank, white screen to what looked like something made in PowerPoint. The background was a dark grey, almost black color and large, teal letters spelled out, “Exposure Therapy for Beginners :)”

“I helped with the title,” Patton stage whispered brightly.

Logan sighed and waved his hand in the air. Virgil watched as the screen pixelated and then returned with a new screen that was titled, “Treatment Types”. There were a few bullet points with information that Virgil skimmed over. In the corner there was a clipart picture of a doctor putting a bandaid on a boy’s knee. The boy was badly photoshopped to have purple in his hair and smudges under his eyes.

“And I added transitions and clip art,” Roman said, similarly leaning in closer to Virgil and whispering loudly. Logan hushed them, the picture of an exasperated teacher. Patton apologise sunnily with a “Sorry Logan!” while Roman groaned and slumped further into his stump.

“As I was saying,” Logan said pointedly, “Exposure Therapy is a technique that was practiced by Joseph Wolpe and James G. Taylor during the 1950s before it grew into one of the main procedures used in behavioral therapy to, primarily, treat anxiety disorders.”

“It entails exposing the patient to the source of the anxiety,” Virgil felt his shoulder creep up toward his head as he tensed up. Logan made a placating motion with his hands. “Without the intention to cause any danger.”

“For example. Virgil what is the name of your spider?”

“Uhhh, Jeff?”

“Let’s say that we put Jeff and Patton in a room together...”

Patton sucked in a massive, full lunged gasp before shrieking, “You would have to kill me first!”

“And we continued to do this every week for five months,” Logan continued, ignoring Patton’s reaction. “Eventually, Patton’s mind would note his continued safety despite what he had first thought to be an extreme danger to his continued health. Then, the next time he was confronted with a spider, whether it be in the room or in his everyday life, Patton may be able to realize that he was safe near a spider once before, and that this time he may be safe again.”

“That makes sense,” Virgil said. “For a spider at least. Spiders don't have ulterior motives. They don't even really mean any harm. But,” Virgil felt himself uncurl from his poor posture as anger and worry filled his lungs, making him bite out his next words. “Deceit and The Duke are not spiders.”

Logan opened his mouth but Virgil kept going, bulldozing over what the other was saying.

“I don’t need to learn that they’re safe because they aren't. If I let my guard down-!”

“We are not telling you not to be on guard, Virgil,” Logan cut in, his voice rising slightly. Vigil felt himself shrink again, the air leaving his lungs in a whoosh, deflating him.

I made him mad...

Logan took in a breath and glanced at Patton, whose eyebrows were furrowed as he nodded encouragingly at the logical side. Logan nodded back at him, and started again, with a lower voice

“We simply want you to be in charge of all of your emotional facilities should you be confronted with them.”

“What does that even mean?” Virgil asked, voice small.

Patton leaned over from his stump- closer Virgil’s side- close enough to offer comfort but not close enough to touch. He raised a hand, and let it hover over Virgil’s shoulder as he tried to meet eye-shadowed eyes for permission. Virgil relented and leaned into Morality’s hand, needing the comfort more than his personal space in the moment.

“What it means, kiddo, is that when we see… the others, you tend to get sort of locked into your emotions.”

Patton’s hand gripped Virgil’s hoodied shoulder, and Virgil had to remind himself that this was a reassurance and not something to hold him in place. Not something to trap him while someone poured poisoned words into his ears.

This hand was warm. Warm blooded. A friend.

“You get so trapped in your fear and anger,” Patton continued and Virgil could hear the notes of concern bleed into his words. More than concern though. Empathy.

Patton released his shoulder and stood from his stump. He kneeled down in front of Virgil, making himself eye level with the anxious side’s bowed head. He was flanked by Logan and Roman, whose faces were similarly twisted with variations of concern. A strained smile pulled at Patton’s lips but his brow remained furrowed.

“You feel it so much, kiddo, I know you do. I can feel it too.”

“You’re scared for Thomas. You’re scared for us. You’re scared for yourself and angry at what they might do. You care so much!” And here Patton laughed. Not a happy laugh, but the small laugh of someone who just cleaned a room and then looked up and saw the state the rest of the house was in.

“You care so much, Virgil. But you care so much that other emotions get pushed out by your waves of anxiety. They’re drowning in it. You’re drowning in it. We just… want to give you a floatie,” Patton finished, a more true smile lifting his brows and lighting up his eyes.

It was silent for a moment as Virgil took in what Patton said. And then he laughed a small but relieved laugh. A break in the tension.

Virgil peaked up at Patton through his fringe, a small smile pulling at this lips.

“You know, we don't say this enough, Padre, but you're really, really smart.”

Patton’s face lit up as he giggled. He stood from his kneeled position, a hand once again clasping Virgil's shoulder and giving it a squeeze of reassurance as the paternal side took a seat on his designated stump again. Logan and Roman visibly relaxed too as the tense atmosphere around them shattered.

“So, you guys want me to confront Remus and Deceit to be able to somewhat control my anxiety toward them whenever they talk to Thomas. So I stop messing him up,” Virgil clarified.

“This is as much for you as it is for Thomas, Virgil,” Logan added.” We want you to be able to operate comfortably in the mind palace, regardless of who you are with. We simply want to widen your arsenal of options should you encounter them on your own or with us.”

“Okay. So, what do I do? Just stroll over to Deceit’s room and ask to hang out for old times sake?”

“Not at all! This is where, yours truly comes in!” Roman announced with an air of grandeur.

The creative side twirled, leaves swirling around his as he did. The leaves picked up speed, and more foliage joined the mini tornado around Roman, until he was obscured completely by the oranges, greens, and browns of the forest.

Despite the flying leaves, the wind was silent. However, there was the sound of…

“I-is he singing?” Virgil sputtered.

“Ah, yes,” Logan started, adjusting his glasses as a bright orange leaf slapped itself over his nose before joining the maelstrom that was forming around the creative side. “I believe he is making a ‘Little Mermaid’ reference.”

Patton laughed as a train of flower petals ruffled through his hair. “Aren't you a little big to be a ‘Little Mermaid’?”

“Yessss,” a familiar, honied voice lisped out. The revolving leaves, dropped unceremoniously to the ground. Instead of the smug smile and shimmering auburn eyes of Roman, they were met with a sickeningly familiar face, a bowler hat skewed to the side and a singular, slitted, reptilian eye. Virgil felt himself tense up instinctively. “Yesss, I am.”

Not-Deceit lifted a green scaled brow ridge and grinned broadly, showing off his two, thin fangs.

“Will you walk into my parlor?”

It was silent for a moment. Not-Deceit’s smile faltered, falling from the sickenly suave smirk it had been to a more sheepish look that didn't fit the face it was on. Virgil felt himself uncurl.

Nothing like the real him.

“Didn't we just establish that he's not a spider?” Virgil settled on to break the silence.

“Yes, Roman. How would you even confuse an arthropod for a reptile? The startling difference in leg count should be at least a hint”

“I did not confuse them. I just thought it was thematically appropriate!”

“Tis the prettiest parlor you ever did spy!” Patton said, snapping his fingers in the cartoonish way one would when they remembered something.

Another beat of silence. Virgil thought he saw a tumble week bouncing in through the undergrowth behind Logan.

God why was Roman always like this?

“Right…” Logan started again. “As I was saying, before we went on this wildly uninformative tangent, there are two main kinds of exposure therapy methods: imaginative and in vivo, or, as one would say in english, in life.”

The screen next to Logan sputtered to life again from where it had fallen into its idle screen saver, which appeared to be the colorful balloon-y spike-y thing from the early 2000s.

The screen showed two cartoon versions of Virgil. The first was sitting in a chair with his eyes closed. Above his head, small circles lead to an illustrated dream bubble where a smaller version of Virgil was sitting at a tea table with cartoon versions of Deceit and The Duke.

In the second cartoon, Virgil was walking down a path that forked at the end. Down one pathway was Deceit and down the other was Remus.

Logan pointed to the first picture.

“The first entails simply thinking about an encounter with the source of the emotions.”

Then he pointed to the other. “The second is confronting the source in real life.”

“Which is where I come in, again!” Roman exclaimed.

Logan pushed his glasses up further on his nose. “Yes, that is correct.”

With another gesture of his hands, the image on the screen changed again. This time, the figure in the cartoon was clearly meant to be Thomas, as the figure was wearing a pink Steven Universe shirt used to identify him. He was laying in a bed, with a dream bubble above his head depicting all of the sides, Deceit and Remus included, holding hands.

“As Thomas has just fallen asleep, he will soon enter one of his REM cycles. During this time period, his imagination,” and here Logan gestured to Roman, “will begin to run rampant. Should we,” and now Logan gestured to himself, Patton, and Virgil, “ relinquish our hold on reality, Thomas will fully believe what is happening in his dream is reality.”

“In other words, we will allow Roman full creative control over Thomas’ dream. Using this control, Roman will be able to create realistic scenarios where you will confront Deceit and The Duke. Thus, you will reap the benefits of an ‘In Vivo’ exposure therapy session while being completely safe.”

“Hold on, back up,” Virgil said, shaking his head. “Wouldn't I know that we were in Thomas’ dream? I mean, you guys just walked me through what's going to happen. I would know that who I was talking to wasnt real, right?”

“Not necessarily. Think back to the last time Thomas had a vivid dream. Did you respond rationally to what was being depicted?”

The image of Thomas running up endless flights of stairs soared behind Virgil’s eyes. Thomas was running, and running, and becoming tired, but he couldn't stop- couldn't stop- or it would catch him. The water level rising and rising and rising as Thomas ran, the stairs in front of him already dripping wet as puddles began to form on them. Can’t stop or the water would get him. Can’ t stop or he would drown. Can’t stop can’t stop can’t stop cANT STOP CANT STOP YOU'RE GOING TO DROWN

Virgil shook himself from the memory.

“Point taken,” he conceded.

“Right. Patton and I will be in the dream as well to keep an eye on things. While we too will not realize it is a dream at the outset, due to my inability to truly accomplish any sort of suspension of disbelief, I will most likely be able to figure out what is going in in order to assist Roman.”

“And I’m going to put the moral in moral support, regardless of if it is a dream or not!” Patton added.

Logan sighed. “While I do not condone the use of word play here, I do appreciate the use of homophones in that one,” Logan said, begrudgingly.

Patton smiled at him brilliantly.

“Okay, so we’re really doing this now, huh?” Virgil asked. “No real preparation? We’re just jumping in?”

“Roman was supposed to tell you what was going to happen tonight. We thought you being here meant you agreed,” Logan replied.

The creative side at least had the decency to look guilty, even while still wearing Deceit’s face. It looked weird.

“You can have a night to sleep on it if you want kiddo,” Patton reassured.

“No, no. I already agreed. And you guys have obviously thought hard about this,” Virgil said, pointing to the PowerPoint. “I guess it just feels like we’re moving fast from my perspective.”

“But, I’m ready. I- I want to do this,” he finished, looking at them.

Patton nodded back, smiling. Roman stood and offered Virgil a hand up. Virgil took it and stood with them, now all standing in a little circle. Roman didn't let go of his hand and on Virgil’s right, he could see Patton holding out his hand. Virgil took it. Logan, somewhat reluctantly took hold of Roman’s other hand, while Patton swung the hand already connected to the logical side back and forth like a swing.

To put it simply, they were standing in a circle holding hands.

We probably look so dumb.

Virgil closed his eyes, waited for something to change and then opened them again when nothing did.

Patton’s eyes were squeezed shut, like he could will the world to change just using the force of his eyelids. Logan, meanwhile, was staring at Roman with an expectant look on his face.

“How are we supposed to do this?”

“Well, for starters, you and Logan have to stop thinking so hard. You have to want to let go of reality. You just have to… uhhhhhhh… Oh, how about this?”

Roman began humming a familiar song and in a second, Virgil’s mind began filling in the missing lyrics automatically. Damn Thomas and his love for Disney.

Think of a wonderful thought

Any merry little thought

As the words spilled into his head, Virgil swore he felt something.

It felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He could breathe more easily and, for the first time since they arrived in the Roman’s room, Virgil could feel the warmth of the sun as it spilled from between the leaves of the trees.

Think of Christmas, think of snow

Think of sleigh bells off you go!

Taking another deep breath in, Virgil could smell the pine of the trees. He could feel the crispness of the air as it entered his lungs and he felt the invisible breeze that has been shaking the branches since they arrived.

It felt real for the first time. It felt good.

Everything was going to be okay.

Like a reindeer in the sky…

…

But instead of rising from the ground to soar above the trees, Virgil felt the ground under his feet disappear. Roman and Patton’s hands were ripped from his grasp as he fell. Down, Down, Down.

Brown, shadowed eyes flew open but the greens and oranges and greys of the forest were absent, replaced with growing darkness as the light flew farther and farther away from his grasp.

The warmth was gone, the smell along with it, and the breeze turned to a squall rushing past Virgil's face as he slipped faster and faster into the nothing below.

Virgil tried to scream, but found his stomach up in his lungs, punching all air from his chest as the light above him disappeared completely. Tears dripped upward from his eyes into his hair. He was suffocating in the dark, alone.

Yet, in his head still rang the words, You can fly! You can fly! You can fly!

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zoeoctober · 5 years

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Last mindnight from Into The Woods, but the witch is Deciet

#deciet sanders #into the woods #disney #thomas sanders and friends #dee sanders #tw: deciet #tw: deciet sanders #thlmas sanders #sanders sides #if u do something with this please tag me

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human-portalz · 5 years

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Around here somewhere, there is a Slimy Boi that I drew...

Now if only I could find him.

#my art #deciet sanders #ts deciet #slimy boi #dee sanders

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jungle321jungle · 4 years

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Virgil’s Guide to Avoid Accidentally Falling In Love With Your Boss’ Boss

Virgil’s just trying to fake his way through life, but when he finds it hard to shake his hot boss’ boss’s attention- on account of their adopted sons being twins- things get complicated.

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Step One: Totally Do Not Find Him Attractive

“Handouts. Poster. PowerPoint. Lunch money. Lunch box. Lunch. Snack. School supplies. Roman... I think I have everything, so why do I feel like I’m missing something?”

“Dad? You’ve said that four times, but we haven’t left yet.”

“Fine,” Virgil sighed starting the car. “We’re leaving. We’re leaving... So, are you nervous for your first day Ro?”

Virgil watched as the seven year old shook his head in the rearview.

“Some of my friends from camp will be there.”

Virgil nodded, “True, it’s good that you’ll already have some friends. Not that you’d ever have a problem making them.”

Roman beamed a smile at him, “Of course. Everyone wants to be my friend.”

“Is that right?”

“Yup. But are you nervous?”

“Very. I have a presentation at work.”

“You always have a presentation.”

“True, but this one is for my boss’ boss. So this one is very important.”

Roman rolled his eyes, “You say all of them are important.”

“They are.”

“You worry too much.”

“I don’t- coffee! That’s what I was forgetting!”

Two months had passed since Virgil had picked up his and Roman’s life for his new job. It had been difficult, leaving to go somewhere he had never been with a child by side, but this job offered more money and he could get Roman in a better school system so he had to.

And for two months things had been alright. Roman had made fast friends at summer camp, even if Virgil hadn’t really made any, and things were going so smoothly. So of course a presentation which threatened his whole career had to come up.

It was supposed to be a simple one. Just a collection of everything going on in his department to be shown to higher ups. It was something that his boss was supposed to present to her bosses. And his boss would’ve- had she not have sent Virgil a text at three am saying she was sick and that since he had made the presentation he should do it in her place.

Two months since he started and he was finally going to meet his boss’ boss. The man in charge of this place. The man whose tongue was apparently so sharp that he made interns cry and employees quit.

Virgil wanted to puke.

He took a deep breath in and out as he stared in the bathroom mirror to attempt to calm himself. He was about to do so again when his phone dinged with a text.

ROMAN’S EMERGENCY PHONE

Already made a friend I think! I’ll tell you all about him! Good luck with the presentation!

Virgil couldn’t stop the small smile on his face as he responded to remind Roman the definition of the word “emergency”, but regardless his son’s words were enough to calm him. He nodded at his own reflection satisfied and headed for the conference room.

He arrived seven minutes early (early enough not to look insane, but early) the room was already filling with people he recognized and didn’t, but each introduced themselves and settled themselves as they trickled in.

And for a moment Virgil real thought he could do this. For a moment. Because as soon as that thought crossed his mind the door opened and everyone silenced.

Virgil looked up from where he was hooking up his computer to the projector to see a man walk in. While Virgil had never seen him or even a picture of him before, the different colored eyes and scar of the stories gave him away to be Dante Ekans.

The stories Virgil had heard of Dante Ekans spoke of a man with one brown eye and one that looked almost yellow in the light, and a scar that covered half his face (none of the stories however could agree on how he got said scar). The stories spoke of a man who was short tempered, cruel, and stiff.

The stories seemed to say everything about the man, other than the fact that he was hot in a suit.

The suit fit him perfectly- but then again the thing was probably tailor made to do so. And everything about it perfectly complimented his face.

Virgil had assumed that the scar spoken of would make anyone look terrible, so why did he look even more rugged, and serious, and attractive?

“So you’re Storm?” Dante Ekans asked running his gaze up and down Virgil’s form in way which must’ve been unimpressed.

Virgil forced himself not to pick apart everything that sounded beautiful about that voice and instead nodded, “Yes sir.”

“Then get on with it.”

Virgil gave a hard swallow, “Yes sir.”

The presentation... went.

It didn’t go badly, and it didn’t go well. But Virgil couldn’t blame anyone else but himself for that. He had started strong, been on a roll for about half of it. But that’s when Dante Ekans had looked up from his phone for the first time since the presentation started, and that’s when the two locked eyes, and that’s when Virgil forgot how to function like a normal human being. He liked to think he recovered towards the end as he was able to answer any and all questions perfectly as if he had practiced them (because he had). So yeah, it went.

Virgil was just happy to retreat to his desk afterwards, also known as a safe place where hot bosses don’t exist (according to his coworkers his own boss was hot, but that wasn’t Virgil’s area of expertise). He was just content to drown himself at the work he had, because if he could make it through the day he wouldn’t have to think Dante Ekans again for a while. Just gotta make it through the day.

Simple enough.

~~~~

Virgil was texting his boss about the meeting when the back car door opened suddenly. He jolted and dropped the phone and holding back a curse bent down to pick up.

“Dad!”

“Hey Ro,” Virgil greeted looking around for the device on his floor. “How was your first day?”

“Amazing! You’ll never guess what happened!”

Virgil found his phone and sat up to look at his son in the rearview and froze noticing the presence of a second child in his car.

Even scarier, the child looked just like Roman.

Virgil turned around in his seat and blinked a few times, “What?”

“Tada!” The two shouted at once.

Virgil’s mouth opened and closed twice before he was able to speak. He focused on the one he knew was his, “Roman? What’s going on?”

“This is Remus!” Roman smiled happily. “We gotta be twins!”

Virgil nodded with a forced smile, “Alright. Um, nice to meet you Remus.”

“Nice to meet you Mr. Virgil!” Remus smiled.

Virgil nodded again, “Um boys? Why don’t you hop out a sec? Okay?”

The two boys seemed confused, but did so and Virgil walked around to the sidewalk as they climbed out, waving over a teacher as he did.

“Remus!” The man said hurrying over. “You cannot go home with Roman!”

The two boys grabbed each other in a hug, “He's my brother!” Remus declared.

Roman nodded, “Dad! Remember Mrs. Julie always said I had a brother who adopted? It’s gotta be Remus! Our names even go together!”

“Remus you need to go home with your dad, and Roman his,” the teacher tried with a slight sigh (Virgil had met him when dropping off Roman in morning, what was his name? Mr. Hart? That sounded right). “I’m sorry Mr. Storm,” he apologized.

“Not your fault,” Virgil told him turning his attention back to the duo- who were giving him identical pouting faces. “Roman, you’ll see Remus tomorrow.”

Roman shook his head, “No, I don’t want to be separated again!”

Virgil opened his mouth to comment that the two didn’t know they were brothers yet, but looking at the two it was obvious. “It’s just until tomorrow,” he tried.

“But Dad.” Roman’s eyes welled with tears.

“I’m sorry Roman. Another day I can talk to Remus’ parents and then we can get a playdate or something okay?”

Apparently his response wasn’t good enough because that’s when both boys started crying.

Virgil held in a curse, “Roman come on, you’ll see him tomorrow. You have school everyday.”

This only seemed to make the two cry more.

“Oh there’s your Dad, Remus!” Mr. Hart smiled suddenly. “Let’s get this figured out.”

“Daddy!” Remus cried letting go of Roman- but he still held Roman’s hand as he moved past Virgil to go to a man who bent down to hug him.

“Daddy he’s mean!” Remus cried pointing to Virgil.

His father picked up his head enough to acknowledge Virgil- and Virgil died right then and there. “Did you make my son cry, Storm?”

Virgil swallowed and took a step backwards at the man’s piercing glare, “Not exactly sir...”

Needless to say, Virgil didn’t make it through the rest of the day without thinking about Dante Ekans.

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