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edupunkn00b · 2 years

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Variations on a Sin, Ch. 4: Gluttony

Prev - Gluttony - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ] Written for @intrulogicalweek's Seven Deadly Sins Creative Week

CW: references to suicidal ideation, alcohol

“Good afternoon, Teach!” Remus grinned at Logan from the front door, head bopping to some mental melody. “Oh, nice tie! Wheat field With Crows? You know everyone picks Starry Starry Night as their favorite but that one’s mine.”

He gave Logan a little bow and then revealed the coffees hiding behind his back. “Black coffee, it’s a small, I noticed you didn’t finish yours the last time and I thought maybe you were trying to keep your caffeine intake low at this time of the day. But you did say you take your first coffee of the day differently, which sounded like you do have more than just the one coffee in the morning,” Remus laughed as he hung his coat.

“Unless you just slam them back like a drinking game! Oh, how fun would that be to have a coffee drinking game instead of alcohol?”

Smoothing down his tie with a small smile, Logan turned and closed the door. “Good afternoon, Remus, and thank you, for both the coffee and the compliment. I have quite a few Van Gogh ties, actually, but, yes, this one is my favorite, as well.”

“Hm, a man with good taste,” Remus winked and started toward the piano, then suddenly swirled around to face Logan again. “Oh, right, about taste, you said your first coffee of the day was different from the rest. How do you take your morning coffee? Are you an espresso snob or do you hunker down with a big ol’ latte and the news?”

He laughed as he sat backwards on the bench, drained the last of his coffee, then flipped his legs around, flexing his fingers. “Ha, that reminds me of the coffee gremlin TikTok, that’s what I’m like in the morning,” he laughed again. “Need that caffeine! So, Teach, what should I start with today?”

Logan blinked, mouth opening, then closing again. Finally, he nodded and brought out the stack of staff paper they’d been adding to over the past three week’s worth of lessons. “I was planning to resume our work to transcribe your composition. The extra time together has certainly helped your progress.” He sat down on the bench next to Remus and smiled. “Does that work for you?”

A bright grin split Remus’ face and he nodded, heels tapping on the floor. “That sounds great,” he nodded and ran a little trill over the keys. “Where should I start?”

The next hour flew by, with Remus playing and replaying sections, sometimes slowing down and repeating more complex measures a few times as Logan’s pencil flew over the page. When they filled a page with notation, Logan would play the piece off the sheet music to confirm he’d captured it correctly.

When they’d first started, Remus would just listen and remember where he needed to fix something. By now, Remus listened with the pencil in his hand, following along and marking the music as Logan played.

Ordinarily, at least.

Today, when Logan finished, he looked up and Remus sat staring at him, mouth stretched in a smile. “You play beautifully, Teach.”

Logan cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, hoping the movement hid the flush he felt grow over his face. “Merely adequate, I am sure.”

“No.” Remus reached for his arm. “No, your whole face glows when you play. And your eyes are so sharp, laser-focused on the sheet music.”

“I am merely seeking to ensure I play what’s on the page and not what I remember.”

“It’s captivating,” Remus whispered.

Staring down at Remus’ hand on his arm, Logan opened his mouth but before any words could come out. Remus’ phone began to buzz in his pocket. They were sitting close enough that Logan could feel it, so he slid over a few inches and cleared his throat again. “Is that your alarm for the lesson?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.” Remus watched him as he pulled out his phone to silence it, then put it back in his pocket. His knee bounced before he suddenly jumped up and started to gather his things. "Yeah, I should go." He rushed toward the door and Logan hurried to see him out. “Um, same time tomorrow?” It sounded more like a genuine question than his now-standard farewell typically sounded.

“Yes, I am looking forward to it,” Logan said, smiling as he held open the door.

Remus’ smile was so sudden, so bright, that Logan realized he hadn’t smiled since he’d picked up his phone. “Well… see you, Teach,” he said, giving Logan a little wave from the bottom of his porch steps before he took off down the street toward the bus.

The next afternoon, Remus arrived early again, proudly presenting two more coffees. He was more talkative than usual, even asking questions as he played. Uncharacteristically, he would then miss notes or skip entire sections of the piece. The constant questions made it difficult for Logan to track both the corrections and his queries, often failing to keep up with one while he barely managed the other. As the lesson wore on, Remus’ hands shook against the keys, even while he was playing, and finally Logan stopped him.

“Remus,” his voice was soft, barely audible over the sound of the piano, and Remus jumped when he touched his arm. “Remus, are you alright? You seem a little…”

“Jumpy?” Remus finished, tapping his toes arhythmically against the foot pedals with a nervous little laugh. “Yeah, I… um… I didn’t sleep well last night. You know how it is. Too many thoughts, too many ideas, but too tired to finish any of them. It… yeah.” He turned back to the piano, picking out a new melody, his smile strained.

Logan noticed he kept replaying the same pattern with different notes, as though he was catching mistakes that only he would know. “Would it be helpful to end early today so you can rest?”

“No, I… I can do it.” His fingers trembled against the keys. “I just need…” He tucked his hands under his legs on the bench. He looked up at Logan and suddenly his smile dissolved. “Yeah. I’ll go. Y—you’re right… some… some rest would be good.”

Nodding, Logan gave his shoulder a little squeeze. “You’ll come back fresh in two days.”

“Two? Oh, right… It’s Wednesday.” His next lesson was Friday afternoon. “Yeah… Yeah, I’m… I’ll head out. You know, I gotta make a run to Bartell’s anyway, you know, before they close.” He nodded, hands shaking as he pulled on his jacket.

“Are you quite certain you do not need a ride? I’d be happy to…”

“Nah, nah, that’s okay, I mean, thanks but… You have another student coming in just a bit anyway. It’s only four blocks. I grew up in Capitol Hill, I know how to walk.”

“Very well,” Logan nodded, watching Remus’ movements carefully. He was tense but still had that little bounce to his steps and his head bopped to the rhythm of whatever song was running through his mind. “See you Friday?”

Remus grinned, a little shaky, but still a smile, “Wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

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After the door closed behind him, Remus turned around and stared at the autumn wreath on the door. Logan had changed it since his first visit. That one had been jet black, with bright orange and purple Halloween colored bows and little cartoon witches and pumpkins and shit all over it.

Remus wondered what Logan’s winter wreath would look like. He bet it was one of those really classy snowscape ones with silver and deep blue velvet, obviously something that could work for Christmas but not so in your face that it made you want to puke peppermint mocha all over it. Maybe Logan added little bells that rang when he opened the door, a little jingle jingle for every student who came and went. He bet it'd be beautiful. Yeah. Yeah, he’d like to see that.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, the cold wet air not unusual for this late in November, but it left Remus’ hands stiff and achy and it made it a bitch to play. It would get better if he kept moving.

Head down, hiding from the cold wind, he started down the street and before he even realized it, he was inside the store.

“Good evening, sir, welcome to Battell’s!” the cashier said automatically, barely looking up. He didn’t really give a fuck and neither did she, just doing her job so when you took the shitty little survey at the end you could say you were greeted.

Remus headed straight to the customer service counter. He needed replacement blades for his electric razor and nowadays they kept all that shit under lock and key. He rocked back and forth, Logan’s composition playing on a loop in his mind. He was able to repeat parts or tun it backwards or speed it up. There was this one part section the highest notes just repeated and he liked to play that part again and again in his mind, backward and forward like a dance, Fred and Ginger running through his mind. Yeah.

Fred Estaire could dance but Ginger Rogers did it all backwards and in fucking thee inch heels, just like Logan’s music. Who gave a fuck if he could play? Remus was born with a piano in his hands, slapping at the keys at Bubbe’s house before he was tall enough to see them. And Logan?

Logan had to fucking work at it. And he still made it look easy when he played.

Remus stood right in front of the little round Norelco blades as he waited. Nice and round, silver mesh covering the blades to make 'em safe. They were a bitch to take apart and you usually ended up tearing up your fingers when you tried just enough to remind you why it was a a bad idea.

Straight blades were easier.

Those were at the other end of the display. Little green and white boxes, single sided or double. Double was nice. No matter how fucked up you were, you really couldn’t do it wrong. He stepped a little closer, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The bright green labels reminded him of the old Crayola crayon boxes. Bubbe had one of those, too. She’d refill it with the cheap ones, but Remus always knew.

He stepped a little closer, staring at the boxes.

Just buying them wouldn’t hurt, right? They were useful. A tool to keep around the house. Opening boxes, envelopes, wrists.

“Can I help you?” the bored voice of an angel asked.

“Uh, yeah. I need blades,” Remus stared at her bright pink eyeglass frames. He wondered if Logan had always worn thick black ones or if he’d ever had an Elton John phase with big sparkly ass things.

“What kind, sir?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at the eighteen different styles behind her. Her voice was tired but she wasn’t rushing him and he appreciated that shit more than she would ever fucking know.

“Still deciding,” he said, playing Logan’s composition in his head. He stood there just long enough for the clerk to start to walk away.

He wanted to see that wreath.

“Uh, yeah, lemme get the Norelcos. Twelve pack,” he finally said, pointing to the round little safety blades in their cartridges. His eyes darted up to the top shelf near the register as he took out his wallet and his debit card.

“Anything else?” she asked, leaning on the counter and shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her feet must be killing her. They didn’t even bother to keep a fucking mat back there. Call OSHA, hon, or at least tell your boss you’re gonna.

Again, he looked at the shelf above her head.

“And a bottle of Jack, please." He watched her take it down. "Um, make that two.”

#variations on a sin #ts logan #ts remus #logan sanders #remus hyde #prequel to play us a song #yes‚ you know what that means #love and madness series #intrulogical #intrulogical week #intrulogicalweek2022 #spoiler tags follow #there is another story before Play Us a Song

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fossilizedhysterics · 23 days

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cw for suggestive humor🙏 . . . . . . . . . .

today, i bring you more funnies. tomorrow? who knows.

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sanders-sides-events · 4 months

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Hey fanders!!

It's 2024 now, so if you're planning on running an event this year please let me know so I can add it to the schedule! If you've already picked out the dates let me know those as well!

#sanders sides #sanders sides events #so far i have dates for tss storytime logince week intruality week and intrulogical week #+ the events im running obvs #and ik dukexiety week will run again but don't know the dates #oh and loceit week

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naminethewriter · 6 months

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Bullies and a Date

Day 5 of @intrulogicalweek and I have swapped out the prompt. I just don't vibe with drag guys, I don't know why. Just not my thing. So instead have some Nerd!Remus and Punk!Logan 💙💚

Masterpost | Intrulogical Week 23 Masterpost | Ao3

Summary: Remus gets bullied and gets unexpected help.

Content Warnings: Bullying, Flirting

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“You should have known better than cross my way, nerd.”

Remus had heard this spiel a hundred times before. It was boring him to tears, but he couldn't show that. It might earn him a black eye and his mom would kill him if he wasn’t presentable for the charity event she was hosting this weekend. So, he did his best to look properly scared by the two football players crowding him against his locker.

“At a loss for words, loser? Huh?” A push to his shoulder and Remus winced. “Say something!”

“Leave him alone, Jägerman,” a new voice spoke up from close by. Remus’ eyes widen as they fall onto Logan Croft. The senior looked almost bored as he watched the scene in front of him, his icy blue eyes piercing into the bully’s back.

With another shove, Remus is released, and his attacker turns around to face the newcomer.

“Fuck off, Croft. This is none of your business.”

“Maybe not, but I’m also not going to stand by and just let you do whatever you want.”

“You should though. ‘Cause I always to whatever I want. This is my turf, asshole,” Jägerman spat and advanced on Logan, who didn’t even flinch. Remus nervously chewed on his lower lip as he watched the scene, but the other footballer was still too close to him to make a run for it.

Not that he really wanted to. After all, he wasn’t about to abandon his helper.

“You are so very eloquent with your words,” Logan scoffed. “Don’t you have to get to remedial algebra? Or do you plan to fail the year so you can stay at school for a little longer and continue your power trip?”

“You really have some nerve to talk to me like this, punk,” Jägerman bit out between gritted teeth. He stepped into Logan’s personal space, crowding him, but the other didn’t react with more than a raised brow.

With an angry growl, Jägerman pulled back his fist and tried to ram it into Logan’s stomach but the other grabbed his arm tightly before he could do so.

“I know how to defend myself, Jägerman. And if you don’t want me to break your arm, you better leave right now.”

The bell rung. From where he was standing, Remus couldn’t see the quarterback’s face, but he was pretty sure that Jägerman must be looking furious. His back was shaking with barely controlled rage at least.

“This isn’t over, Croft,” he growled before pulling his arm free and stalking down the hallway, his buddy close behind. Remus watched him until he rounded a corner.

“Are you alright?”

Remus’ neck hurt after his head swirled around fast to face Logan, staring at him intently from only a few steps away. The punk was wearing his signature denim jacket with a collage of pins, combat boots, a long, dark blue skirt, a chain belt, a dark shirt with a red print, and a blue-striped tie that hung loosely around his neck.

Damn, he was hot.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Remus yelped. He reached up to nervously right his glasses and he could feel the flush spreading across his cheeks.

“Good.” The smile that appeared on Logan’s face was utterly unfair, Remus decided. How was he supposed to keep calm when he smiled like that? “See ya.”

“Wait!” he called, a little too loud considering Logan hadn’t even taken more than one step away from him. The punk froze, turning back to him with a raised brow. “Would you… Uhm…” He swallowed nervously. “Can I… I’d like to buy you a drink if you don’t mind.”

Logan’s eyebrow wandered even higher.

“That’s alright, I don’t need thank you gifts.”

“No, that’s not what I… Well, kind of, but I meant more like… like a date?” Remus was blushing hard by the end of it, but Logan didn’t look convinced.

“Look, I’m flattered, but just because I saved you once doesn’t mean that I—”

“That’s not why!” Remus cut him off. “I’ve had a crush on you for months.”

“Is that so?” He sounded amused and Remus almost pouted. Almost.

“Yes. At first, I was just admiring your style. If my mom wasn’t such an order fanatic, I’d wear stuff like that, too, but she’d lose her shit if she found anything like that in our house.” Remus’ cheeks felt like they were set aflame, but he couldn’t stop his rambling. “But on top of your clothes, you’re hot, smart and don’t take shit from anyone. It’s honestly kinda unfair how attractive you are.”

By the end of his speech, he was slightly out of breath. He hadn’t even noticed that Logan had come closer, now only an armlength away from him.

“You’re quite honest,” he smirked, leaning a bit closer.

Remus felt like his head might explode. “So I’ve been told. Though usually that’s seen as a bad thing.”

Logan just watched him for a moment before chuckling quietly.

“You know what? You’re quite intriguing. I’ll take you up on your offer. You got time after school?”

“Y-yeah! I’ve got a free period now and after that A-level physics, but after that I’m free.”

“Good. I’ll meet you at the main gate then.”

“Okay,” Remus squeaked. Logan smirked and then turned and walked away with a little wave.

Remus’ legs got weak. He actually managed to get a date with Logan Croft.

His brother’s gonna flip his lid.

#namiswriting #intrulogical week 2023 #day 5: bullies/nerd #intrulogical #ts remus #remus sanders #ts logan #logan sanders #bullying #flirting #nerd!remus #punk!logan #max jägerman cameo #nerdy prudes must die references #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

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ashtonisvibing · 6 months

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Intrulogical Week Day 1 - Experiment

"Remus, why is your small intestine so long?"

"Comedic effect, my dear teach! I can just reach in an' start pulling it out like a magic trick!"

"Mhm. And why are your intestines green?"

"... Yours aren't??"

[DAY 1] ~ [DAY 2] ~ [DAY 3] ~ [DAY 4] ~ [DAY 5] ~ [DAY 6] ~ [DAY 7]

i know i mucked up ego/septictober, however this is a week of prompts so it's gotta be easier-

anyways, hopefully gonna fully participate in @intrulogicalweek this year! because i love my favorite mad scientist x lab rat ship

it's a common occurrence for their date nights to just involve logan dissecting remus as the pair chat about anything. and with remus' creativity there's always something new to find! the strangest dissection so far has been the time all of remus' organs were replaced by car parts. logan didn't expect to cut into him and find smoke, oil, and metal...

if you like my art, be sure to reblog it as well! it helps get my art to more people who might enjoy it! ^^

[plain text: if you like my art, be sure to reblog it as well! it helps get my art to more people who might enjoy it! ^^]

#ashton is drawing #logan sanders #remus sanders #sanders sides #intrulogical #intrulogical week 2023 #dissection #tw guts

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iactuallyreallydigthepurple · 6 months

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To celebrate my favorite TS ship, I have another weird collection of fic recs for you this week. These are some of my favorite Intrulogical oneshots on ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45252337#main

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38212099#main

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37537438

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37800082#main

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34712014#main

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35801065#main

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34473214#main

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30644267#main

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31952296?view_adult=true

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27207883#main

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27133421

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32951209#main

I can't remember for sure, but I don't think they're all romantic.

#mine #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #intrulogical #intrulogical week 2023

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transfemlogan · 6 months

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MAN i love reresding my own fics. Im so funny

#im reresding my intrulogical week fic #ill finish it one dsy guys. i promise. one dya. super soon. one day /ref #revy.txt

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intrulogicalweek · 11 months

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Intrulogical Week Prompt Poll #6

Top three vote-getters will move on to the next round!

#intrulogical #logan sanders #remus sanders #ts logan #ts remus #sanders sides #platonic intrulogical #romantic intrulogical #thomas sanders #intrulogical week #intrulogical week prompt poll

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xandriagreat · 6 months

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Sing!

This is for @intrulogicalweek

#sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #intrulogical week 2023 #intrulogical week #intrulogical

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glacierruler · 2 years

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I'm almost done with Logan. Just a little more coloring and then the shading. Plus putting all the info on there. He should be out later today.

#logan #prinxiety monster au #with intrulogical and moceit #moceit #intrulogical #prinxiety #logan sanders #logan sanders info sheet update #i swear he should be out later today #also my rb week starts tomorrow #so you won't see any original posts from the 25th of September to the 1st of October

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edupunkn00b · 2 years

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Variations on a Sin, Ch. 2: Pride

Prev - Pride - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

Written for @intrulogicalweek's Seven Deadly Sins Creative Week

The doorbell rang a second time, only seconds after Logan heard the first chime echo down the hall. He nudged aside the curtain and peered through the front window, then opened the door with a nod. His newest student, Remus Hyde, stood smiling on the doorstep, hand hovering over the doorbell. A small, dented rolling suitcase with a satchel strapped to the handle rested beside him.

“Good afternoon, Remus. Thank you for being so punctual. Please, come in,” Logan waved him inside with a little bow of his head before looking curiously at the suitcase. “Are you traveling this evening?”

“Huh?” Remus blinked for a moment, smile shrinking, then laughed as he continued to follow Logan toward the front room and the piano. He parked his suitcase next to the coat rack and hung his jacket. “Oh, this old thing, right. No, I just got back. Had a couple shows in Jakarta and I came here straight from the airport.” His eyes widened and he held up both hands, adding in a rush. "My flight was delayed, I didn’t just plan this really badly.”

“I never thought you did,” Logan smiled, hoping to ease his nervousness. “I appreciate your dedication but I hope you know I would have understood if you needed to cancel. As long as—”

“No! No, I wouldn’t want to miss this for anything,” Remus grinned and sat down in front of the piano, adjusting the height of the bench.

Logan chuckled, “Ah, yes… You are a good two feet taller than my last student.” He watched quietly as Remus rubbed his fingers together as though warming them, then as he held them carefully over the keys in the C position, not yet pressing down. “Before you begin," Logan continued, smile broadening at his well-practiced posture. "Remus, may I offer you some water?”

“No, thank you.” Remus’ hands practically buzzed with energy and Logan had the distinct impression he was already playing in his mind. Without looking away, he gestured with his head toward his suitcase. “My Lyft driver hooked me up.”

Eyes drawn to his bag, Logan noticed the small CGK -> SEA bag check strip hanging next to a bright green luggage tag. “Wait, did you say you just flew in from Jakarta? ” He tilted his head at his student. “Jakarta, Indonesia?” Remus nodded, hands now moving across the keys, still waiting until instructed to press down. “That’s at least a twelve hour flight!’

“Fifteen,” Remus nodded again, this time with a little shrug as he bounced his heels against the floor. “It was a great time to compose. I was working on something on the flight and I’d love to play it for you.” He smiled up at Logan. “May I?”

“Please,” Logan nodded and Remus immediately launched into a riotous crescendo, hands racing up and down the keys. Logan listened with a half smile, something haunting and familiar about the piece. It took several measures before he recognized a chord progression from his own composition that Remus had played during their previous lesson. Logan continued to listen, the harmony elevated to a new melody, interwoven with reversed refrains from the Beethoven he'd played that day, as well as some of the first movement of the Moonlight Sonata, Toccata and Fugue, and other snippets from the most famous classics and baroque pieces, all woven through Remus' own original work.

He felt an odd stirring of pride to have variations of his music included with that of the great composers of the 18th and 19th centuries. Remus finished with a flourish and looked up, hands resting primly on the keys, near trembling as he waited for his instructor’s feedback.

“That was… beautiful, Remus.” He watched Remus’ fingers dance over the keys, silently replaying different sections. He pointed to his hands and nodded. “That part, right there… Play that again, please.”

Remus picked up exactly where he’d been in the music with that hand position, fingers flying with a grace and speed Logan had rarely seen. And certainly never personally experienced. After he’d finished that section, he looked up at Logan again with expectant eyes.

“And how long have you been working on this piece?” Logan was incredibly impressed he’d managed to so seamlessly incorporate new pieces from last week’s lesson.

Remus moved his hands from the keys and instead drummed his fingers against his lap. Almost chagrined, he waggled his head back and forth as he spoke. “It… it took me most of the flight, actually.”

Legs pointed away from the piano, Logan perched next to him on the bench. “Are you saying you composed this entire piece in your head on a fifteen hour flight from Singapore?”

Again, he shrugged. Sitting this close, Logan only now noticed Remus’ bloodshot eyes and purplish shadows he’d hidden with makeup. "Remus, when have you last slept?" Logan shifted in his seat, preparing to rise and send Remus home early for a well-deserved rest.

As though reading his mind, Remus reached for his arm, then pulled back before actually touching him. “I’m fine, really,” he said, eyes wide and searching Logan’s features. “Please. Please, let’s continue the lesson.”

“If you are quite certain…” Logan began, doubt coloring his voice. Remus nodded rapidly and sat up straight in front of the keys, hands in a perfect apple curve. He could have balanced a ruler on the backs of his wrists.

“Very well, Remus. Perhaps together we can begin to transcribe your composition,” Logan murmured, swinging his legs around to the other side to face the piano. He pulled a pencil and a sheaf of blank staff paper from the basket next to the piano and smiled. “Will you play it again?”

#variations on a sin #logan sanders #remus hyde #human au #part of the love and madness series #prequel to play us a song #sanders sides #remus sanders #ts logan #ts remus #ts fanfic #ts fanfiction #intrulogicalweek2022 #intrulogical week 2022 #intrulogical #intrulogical week

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