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luna-is-a-main-now · 4 years

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Trust chapter 2

Deceit shivered under the thick blankets, and whined softly as he slowly blinked open his eyes. It was morning, and he was alone on the couch, a thick red blanket tucked around him, but it was freezing compared to what Deceit truly wanted. With a long, tired sigh, he stood up and snapped himself into warmer, more comfy clothes. He peeked his head into the kitchen and was pleased to see Patton there, cooking what appeared to be chocolate chip pancakes. Deceit had no idea if his stomach could handle such heavy food yet, but he intended to find out, especially because said pancakes smelled absolutely heavenly.

As soon as Patton turned his back, Deceit snuck in and filched a warm pancake from the top of the stack next to the pan where more were being cooked. Quickly, he left before Patton spotted him, and took his stolen food to the couch, where he sat and slowly nibbled at it. It was pleasantly warm and perfectly fluffy, and the chocolate chips tasted rich and gooey and they had melted into the pancake perfectly. It tasted like heaven, and Dee melted into the couch in delight at the taste. It had been too long since he had such wonderful food and he gratefully appreciated being here right now to experience what he was now sure was a literally perfect pancake.

Deceit thoroughly enjoyed his stolen pancake.

Until his stomach decided that it didn’t enjoy the pancake as much as he had. With a dramatic sigh, Deceit flopped backwards onto the couch and buried himself under the thick blanket once more. He felt the couch give as someone sat next to him.

“What’s up with you?” He heard the unmistakably grumpy voice of Virgil. When Deceit stubbornly refused to reply, he heard an amused huff as he was shoved off the couch, blanket and all, falling with a loud thump and a muffled ‘oomph’ of surprise. He popped his head out of the top of his blanket burrito and pointedly glared at Virgil and ignored a chuckling Roman while he tried to keep his mind off of his rolling stomach, made even worse by the tumble off the couch.

Virgil smirked wickedly back at him, before standing up and heading to the kitchen. Roman, ever the knight in shining armor, picked Deceit up and plopped him back on the couch with a grin. Deceit grumbled and hid his face under the blanket to hide the small smile that graced his own features.

“Well good morning to the grumpy snake. Would you like me to grab you some breakfast?” Roman questioned him gently, and Deceit could see the hope in his eyes practically begging him to say yes. He bit his lip and thought about how he already felt uncomfortably full from just one pancake, but glancing back up at Roman, he sighed in defeat. He couldn’t outright say no to that face, after all.

“Yeah, sure, but… not too much. I’m not really hungry.” Deceit admitted. Roman looked him over skeptically, like he didn’t know whether or not Deceit was lying, which he supposed was fair considering his track record. “I promise, Roman. If I were hungry, I’d tell you first.” The prince seemed to be pleased by that answer, and with a bright smile and a quick wave, he headed off towards the kitchen.

“What is wrong with me?” Deceit muttered to himself when he realized his face was warm and his chest felt tight. “It’s nothing. Nothing at all. That’s a problem for future Deceit.” He quickly mumbled, chasing away stray thoughts he didn’t want to think about. His head snapped around when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs and was greeted by the sight of a now much more well-rested Logan.

“Good morning, Dee.” Logan smiled at him as he adopted the nickname Roman had established for him the night before. Deceit still didn’t understand why Roman had adopted a nickname for him, but there was hardly anything he could do about it now. He sure as hell wasn’t going to admit out loud that he kinda liked it. “How are you feeling this morning?” Logan questioned as he sat in his spot on the couch.

“I’m fantastic, thank you.” Deceit grumbled sarcastically, and burrowed back under the blanket when he felt Logan’s pointed look fall on him. He squirmed uncomfortably fow a few moments, but eventually grumbled and conceded to Logan’s unnerving stare. “Fine, fine. I feel better than I did but still pretty shitty.” He admitted quietly, and received a pleased hum in response. Cocky self assured bastard, Deceit thought with no real bite, just with the mild frustration that Logan could seemingly so easily get Deceit to speak up.

“As to be expected at this stage. A few more days and you should start trying to eat heavier foods and eat more frequently, but for now, you should stick to occasional soup and not push it too much. The soup will help boost your immune and digestive systems quickly without shocking the latter too much after not eating in so long.” Logan commented as he picked up a book and opened it nonchalantly.

“Yeah, I learned that the hard way. Tried to eat a pancake. It was really good but I don’t think my stomach appreciated the gesture all that much.” Deceit muttered in annoyance, but quickly shut his mouth as Roman reappeared, holding a small bowl, presumably filled with more soup. Logan watched on with a puzzled gaze as Deceit took the bowl from Roman, but Deceit quickly shook his head when he started to say something. Logan closed his mouth, but continued to watch Deceit closely with concern.

As Patton set the table and handed out plates of food, Deceit stared down at his soup with a slight grimace. He knew he’d regret his inability to say no to Roman later, but for now, he really should try and eat some of the soup, if only to get the other sides to stop staring at him with the strangely worried expressions that seemed to land on him with unnerving frequency now.

Slowly, as everyone else settled into their spots and started eating, Deceit managed to take a bite of his soup. His stomach immediately lurched in displeasure, but Deceit forced down two more bites before he pushed the still mostly full bowl away from him. The conversation at the table quickly dwindled as the other sides looked over at him, then at the bowl and back at him again.

“Dee? You hardly ate any of it, are you feeling okay?” Roman called softly from beside him, placing a warm, gentle hand on his back and rubbing slight, soothing circles as well. Deceit instantly relaxed at the warmth and comfort that small action provided him, but didn’t let it show outwardly.

“I am absolutely fantastic,” he forced out instead, ignoring the nausea bubbling in his stomach. He knew he hadn’t fooled any of them, but he wasn’t going to offer any other explanations. He stared at the floor and ignored their gazes stubbornly. He didn’t see why they should care about him this much. He wasn’t a light side and he never would be, so their care and concern was just wasted on him. Eventually they would realize that Deceit was still Deceit, and they would go back to throwing him looks of disgust and contempt, and he’d have to go back to his freezing room and all of this would be for nothing in the end. How could he ever hope to expect anything different?

“Dee? You’re shaking.” He heard the muffled voice of Virgil, but he only sank further into his blanket and hid his face. He screwed his eyes shut for good measure. He didn’t want to be here, he didn’t want to see the concern on their faces, especially not Virgil who he had once trusted and cared so much about before he had left without a word, without warning, without so much as a goodbye. He didn’t want to get attached again, to any of them, because he knew he’d just be left again. He was Deceit; he couldn’t be trusted and he couldn’t trust anyone else.

He heard multiple muffled voices above him, but he couldn’t stop his spiraling thoughts now. He was trapped, and he knew, he just knew that he was going to end up alone in the dark, cold and hungry all over again. He dreaded the moment, but he knew it was inevitable because he was not a light side and not a dark side. He was an unwanted side, and that wasn’t going to change.

“Dee!” Roman’s loud voice and a loud clap in front of his face snapped him sharply back to reality, and he harshly sucked in a stuttered breath. He heard Virgil start to count, and he immediately recognized it as the breathing exercise he used to calm down. Deceit struggled to match his breathing to the soothing counting, but eventually somehow managed to do it. He slumped forward, suddenly feeling very tired. He buried his face behind the blankets until not even a single hair on his head was visible from under his cocoon. He didn’t want to be here right now. There was only one place he wanted to be and he couldn’t possibly ask for it, and it would never be offered to him.

“I’m okay. I’m sorry. I’m fine.” Deceit repeated over and over. He had to believe it. If he believed it, then it wasn’t a lie anymore. He was fine. He’d be fine when they all left him again. He was used to being alone. It was fine. He could handle it. Everything was fine.

“Dee, please don’t lie to us. What’s going on?” Roman’s soft, concerned voice made Deceit want to cry. When he didn’t reply, he felt Roman’s hand start to rub soothing circles on his back again. He had never noticed when Roman had stopped doing it the first time. That still didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t get attached, would never let himself get attached to anyone like that ever again.

“I’m tired and I don’t want to talk about it right now.” Deceit murmured, and sighed tiredly. He wanted to sleep for ten years. Preferably on a certain fluffy bed, in a warm room, and with-

“Shut up, Deceit.” He snapped quietly at himself, and Roman paused in his soothing movements for a second, but didn’t question his outburst even though he was sure the rest of them had heard it. Not like it really mattered right now, not when Deceit was just so exhausted and wanted to pass out and escape all of this.

“Dee, hey, can you look at me?” He heard Virgil ask soothingly from in front of him. He didn’t want to, but slowly he peeked his head out and looked at Virgil, who was kneeling on the floor, warily.

“Will you tell us what’s going on later? I understand you need sleep now, but you can’t keep bottling up whatever it is that’s bothering you. You can trust us.” Deceit couldn’t help but snort harshly at that, making Virgil reel back with a confused expression.

“I’m Deceit, Virgil.” He snarled darkly. “I’m not a light side, so whatever game you’re all playing you can stop. I know you can’t trust me, I am literally the embodiment of deception. How am I supposed to trust you all when you don’t trust me? Just because I’m weak and feel like shit right now doesn’t mean I’m magically one of you or part of your family. Just because I’m not a dark side doesn’t mean I can or will be all buddy buddy with the rest of you. You never should have helped me. Just because I’m no longer one of them, does not mean I am no longer Deceit, that I am different.” Deceit stood up and threw the blanket to the ground before turning and stalking off towards the Mind Palace’s exit.

“Dee wait!” Roman’s voice called, and Deceit couldn’t help but freeze. He flinched in surprise when Roman hugged him from behind, effectively trapping him where he was. He hated this, he hated that he could never just say no to or ignore Roman. What was it about that stupid Prince that made Deceit feel so utterly helpless?

“I trust you.” Roman murmured in his ear, cutting off his train of thought quite effectively. “I know that you aren’t different just because you aren’t a dark side anymore. That doesn’t matter to me. What matters to me is that you are okay. Please, just, let’s get you to bed. You need more rest. If you don’t want to talk about it, I’ll respect that, but please, don’t leave.” Roman tightened his hold on Deceit, like he needed Deceit to know that he really did want him to stay. Deceit hesitated, then he finally reached down and took Roman’s hands in his, and slowly turned to face him.

“...okay.” He agreed quietly, hesitantly almost, as if waiting for Roman to take what he had said back. Roman only beamed brightly at him, then led him back the way they had come. Catching the surprised looks of the other sides, Deceit averted his gaze, and sighed in relief when he saw that Roman was leading him towards the stairs, hands still intertwined. Deceit realized he was completely powerless when faced with Roman. A small part of his brain whispered why, but he quickly decided to ignore it. That was still future Deceit’s problem. Current Deceit just wanted sleep.

“Since you don’t have a room here, you can sleep in mine. Plus, it’s the warmest room, so you’ll be more comfortable, right? Is there anything else you need or want before you sleep?” Roman asked gently as he lead Deceit into his room. Deceit bit his lip and shook his head. The one thing he wanted was something he didn’t think he could ever ask for, even though he was getting half of what he wanted already by some sheer dumb luck.

Roman led Deceit to the bed, and made to let go of his hand. Deceit quickly held fast, not letting him go. Looking at the floor, he took a deep breath to steady himself. He needed to say something, anything, in return for everything Roman has done. He may not be “good”, but he knew when a thank you was in order, and Roman had certainly done more than enough to earn one.

“Thank you, Roman. For everything. I mean it. I really do appreaciate everything you’ve done to help me.” Deceit murmured quietly, not meeting the prince’s eyes. Before he could even think about letting go of Roman’s hand, Roman had gathered him up in a hug again, and Deceit really could not stop the small sigh of satisfaction at the action as he hugged the creative side back gratefully.

“No need to thank me, Dee. You’re a side. It doesn’t matter about light or dark; you’re just as important as the rest of us. You’re important to Thomas. You’re important to the other sides. You’re important to me.” Roman told him seriously, and leaned back to level his gaze at Dee, so he could see how serious he was. Deceit smiled and nodded, accepting Roman’s words without hesitation.

“Come on, now. Let’s go to bed.” Roman grinned as he pulled Deceit onto the bed after him, pulling the blankets up over them both. Deceit froze, and looked at Roman curiously. He only got a soft smile in return as Roman laid his head down on his pillow, with clearly no intention to leave. Deceit relaxed and laid down as well, and took a deep breath; he felt warm and safe, and he had gotten exactly what he had wanted without having to ask or lie or manipulate his way there. It was given to him naturally by Roman’s good nature; and that made it all the more better to Deceit.

It didn’t take very long until Dee fell asleep, more comfortable than he had ever been.

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Roman blinked his eyes open slowly. He was pleasantly warm and comfortable; he didn’t really want to wake up yet. He looked to his side, and saw Dee fast asleep, curled into Roman’s side with one arm draped gently over his chest. Roman couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Dee was never vulnerable or cuddly with anyone, and Roman felt like he was special to be able to see Dee so at peace for once. Not to mention that when he was asleep, the worried, anxious lines that had been etched into his face the past two days completely melted and he looked like one of the most beautiful people he’d ever seen, regardless of the fact that they shared a face. Roman supposed it was the scales; he didn’t know why but Dee’s scales just made him so much more attractive than any of the other sides.

That was a thought he had always had and would always keep to himself, though.

On an impulse, Roman reached out and ran a gentle hand over Dee’s scales, and found that they were smooth and cool to the touch. Dee shivered and leaned into Roman’s touch, still fast asleep. Roman smiled and did it again, and watched as Dee relaxed more and more as he continued to run his hand either over his scales or through his soft hair. Eventually, Dee yawned slightly, and cracked his eye open curiously.

“Rom’n?” Dee mumbled, voice still soft and laced with sleep.

“Hey, Dee.” Roman greeted softly with a smile. “How’d you sleep? Do you feel better?” Dee sighed softly and his eyes fluttered closed again.

“Mhmm. Warm and comfy.” He whispered, about to fall asleep again. “I feel a lot better. Stomach still hurts though.”

“Why does your stomach hurt, Dee? What’s wrong?” Roman’s voice was now impossibly soft with concern, and he ran a gentle, caring hand through Dee’s hair again, making his eyes blink open again slowly, staring up at Roman blearily, before speaking softly.

“I, uh, kinda stole a pancake this morning while no one was up and Patton wasn’t looking. It smelled amazing and I just, I dunno, I wanted one even though I knew it wasn’t good for me yet. It was really, really good. My stomach doesn’t like it though.” Dee frowned, like he was upset at his stomach for not cooperating. Roman found it cute, even if he was concerned about what that meant.

“I see. Be a little more patient. We’ll have you back on heavier foods soon, but not too quickly, okay? You should have told me before though; I’m sure that extra soup I brought you didn’t help. Anyways, do you wanna talk about what happened?” Roman asked softly. Dee immediately tensed, but then sighed heavily, almost in defeat, and nodded.

“I guess.” Dee sat up and pointedly faced away from Roman, and drew his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around them. “I just, I don’t understand why you guys are acting like you care about me so much. I’m not a light side. I’ll never be good, and I’ll never be one of you. I’m still Deceit. I don’t think Patton is ever going to approve of me in any way. I think he’s just being nice for your sake. Sooner or later though… you’ll all realize that nothing has changed. The dark sides don’t accept me anymore, sure, but that doesn’t mean I’m still not technically one of them. Eventually, it’ll all just go back to the way it was and you’ll all leave me again and I’ll always be so, so cold and hungry and sick again.” Dee curled up even more, burying his head in his arms, and Roman hated how small he looked. “I’m just the unwanted side.” He whispered that last part shakily, and Roman could swear he felt his heart clench at the soft, bordering-on-broken voice.

“Oh, Dee, no, that’s not true. At least, not for me. I can’t speak for the others, but I want you to stay. I do care about you, and I promise you’ll never have to be alone like that a second time. You will never have to be that cold or hungry ever again, I swear that to you. I won’t ever allow that to happen. Okay?” Roman swore firmly, and Dee peeked over his shoulder and seemed to study Roman’s face for a long while.

“Really?” Dee’s voice was hesitant and unsure, like he couldn’t really bring himself to trust Roman’s words at face value. He bit his lip uncertainly and stared at Roman’s eyes, searching for any indication that Roman was lying, even though Roman knew that Dee could sense that naturally as he was basically the King of Lies. Whenever anyone lied, Dee just knew, he could feel the lie almost as if it were a physical sensation across his skin, or so Roman assumed.

“Really.” Roman swore vehemently. “I promise. If you want, I can even talk to the others about this too. Even if they don’t feel the same, which I honestly doubt, that still would not change that fact that I will protect you now. You will never have to go through that again.” Roman smiled at Dee softly. “So come back here and stay warm, okay?”

Dee hesitated only a moment longer before practically launching himself at Roman. Roman was surprised when the other snaked his arms around his neck and gave him one of the tightest hugs Roman had ever received. It was like Dee was desperate to show Roman just how much he appreciated his words, which was completely unexpected coming from the snake-like side. Not that Roman minded in the slightest; quite the contrary actually.

“Thank you. Thank you, Roman. So, so, so much.” Dee whispered in Roman’s ear. “Also, you are very warm.” He chuckled at his shy admission, and Roman did as well, returning the hug just as tightly.

“No need to thank me, Dee. Honestly. I’m just glad you’re alright. Well, getting there.” Roman murmured back to him soothingly, which resulted in a tighter hug and a soft hum of agreement.

“Why… why do you care about me though?” Dee’s hesitant voice almost made Roman want to cry. He wondered who had made Dee feel so insecure and unworthy of care and concern even when he so clearly was. It didn’t really matter anymore though, Roman reasoned, because he would make sure he would never feel that way again.

“Because you deserve it, Dee. You deserve just as much love and care as the rest of us do, no matter what anyone else says. You are just as important as us, and I care about you. I don’t have a specific reason, but that’s because I shouldn’t need one to deem you worthy of love and care and concern. You are already worthy of those things simply because you are here and you exist, just here, just you.” Roman stated, and pulled away just enough to look at Dee’s eyes. “You are enough exactly as you are. You are wanted exactly as you are. You are loved exactly as you are. Okay?”

Dee didn’t seem to know how to reply to that. He stared at Roman with his mouth slightly open in a little ‘o’ and his eyes kept searching Roman’s. He looked totally and completely shocked and surprised. Roman wondered what was going on inside his head as he just started at Roman like he was the only thing in the room. Then his mouth twitched, and slowly slid into a sort of shy and pleased smile as he appeared to accept what Roman said, and gave him a small nod, and hugged Roman tight once more.

“You always know what to say. How do you do that?” Dee chuckled softly, and the sound made a shiver roll down Roman’s spine. Roman smirked wickedly at the question though, and gave a long, dramatic sigh.

“Oh I suppose it’s just one of my many great talents as a prince! You know, with all the speeches and royal decrees we must give it is a skill I must have. Oh, the burdens of being such a wonderful prince such as I.” Roman intoned dramatically with a sarcastic undertone, and grinned widely as he heard Dee snort in amusement at his words.

“Ah, yes, of course. I should have guessed that it was just a natural talent the wonderful and brave prince Roman would have! How silly of me to ask.” Dee replied with just as much sarcasm, finally pulling away and grinning at Roman. Roman practically melted; a genuine smile on Dee was almost too adorable and beautiful for him to process.

Oh.

Roman’s eyes widened when he realized what he had just thought to himself and what it meant. Now that he had, he couldn’t stop himself from admitting it to himself. Roman had a major crush on Deceit, and even though it had come out of nowhere, he didn’t mind it in the slightest.

Roman grinned widely back at the boy in question; he knew Dee couldn’t possibly feel the same way about him, but that was not going to stop Roman from trying.

It was time for Roman to romance the hell out of a boy, for better or for worse.

God, he hoped it was for better.

Time to try, at least.

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Deceit was constantly being amazed by Roman. Now, though, with everything Roman had done for him and said to him, Deceit was surprised he wasn’t rendered completely speechless. That is, until he saw Roman’s expression morph into something impossibly soft, and he smiled so big at Deceit as if he had just come to a wonderful conclusion and Dee was at the very center of it all and Roman couldn’t be happier about it. It took effort to remind his lungs to continue breathing while Roman gave him that look, but Deceit couldn’t say that he disliked it all that much.

“I know you said that your stomach hurt just a few minutes ago, but despite that, are you hungry at all? I can heat you up some more soup.” Roman offered, and his voice snapped Deceit’s attention back to him violently from where he had been trying desperately to ignore the soft expression on Roman’s face, not that he had much luck in that particular endeavor. Dee took a few moments to consider how he felt, and when he focused on his stomach, he frowned slightly.

“I mean, my stomach doesn’t hurt anymore, so that’s good. However, I don’t feel particularly hungry either? Just kinda empty but not in a bad way?” Deceit tried to explain. “I can try to eat a bit more though, but I don’t make any promises. Might as well try to eat and possibly help myself rather than not eat and possibly regret it later.” He shrugged slightly.

“Wonderful way to look at it!” Roman exclaimed, pleased, as he rolled out of bed and onto his feet. With a quick snap, his clothes straightened back out and looked just as perfect on him as they always did. Dee shook his head slightly to expel the thought as Roman rounded the bed and offered his hand out to him. Hesitantly, Deceit took it, and Roman gently pulled him up to his feet, and led them, hand in hand, down the stairs.

Deceit realized that they had slept well into the afternoon, and that despite them being gone so long, it seemed as though the other sides hadn’t moved from their positions from breakfast. He knew they must have though; all the dishes had been cleared, the table cleaned, and they had all changed into their normal clothes as opposed to their pajamas and sleep clothes from earlier in the morning. When he and Roman walked into the living room, all conversation ceased as the other sides looked up at the two of them quickly.

Deceit tensed, and practically ripped his hand from Roman’s as he straightened up and made sure his expression stayed carefully neutral. He had shown them all far too much of himself this morning. Granted, Virgil had already known him before, but that was a long time ago, and even he no longer knew exactly who Deceit was any more. A part of him wanted to keep it that way. Another part wanted to tell him and hoped that the two of them could at least get along in some way again. He didn’t know which side he wanted to win and that thought scared Deceit almost as much as he was now terrified of losing… Roman.

That thought hit him like a freight train, and he froze the second he had realized he’d had it. Dammit, Deceit, he thought to himself harshly. You went and got attached, even when you said you wouldn’t. Maybe… maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing though? Looking at the other sides as Roman headed off to the kitchen to fetch him some soup, Dee let himself take a deep breath.

Maybe he could learn to trust again. Maybe he could learn to love again. Maybe he could learn how to be part of a family again.

God, Dee hoped so, especially as his mind helplessly returned to thinking about how Roman had looked at him earlier while they had still been in bed, the one that had made Dee’s heart nearly stop.

Selfishly and a bit shamelessly, Dee realized he wanted Roman to look at him like that again.

However, Dee smiled softly to himself, that was still future Deceit’s problem.

For now, at least.

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tues-dayy · 5 years

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AfterHours AU

After listening to After Hours by Alex Ernst I was struck with a sudden spark of inspiration for an AU.

The basic gist of the whole AU is that Logan owns a speakeasy in prohibition era New York. All the other sides either work at, work with, or frequent the speakeasy.

The following is just a couple of notes for each of the sides so I actually know what I’m doing before I actually start writing it.

Roman Castillo-Reyes:

-the bartender at AfterHours

-he’s the most popular bartender there

-has always wanted to pursue a life of stardom, but it clearly didn’t workout too well

-he’s always got more than a few ideas lingering around in his head

-they can range from being believable to impossible

-he doesn’t really care though, it helps pass the time

-surprisingly really good at what he does

-never slacks on the job

-for him, it’s like a special type of art

-shamelessly flirts with the patrons

-consensually, though

-he may be touch-starved but he’s not an asshole

-very carefree and light-hearted, almost always wearing a bright smile

-he’s not book smart, but he is smart when it comes to social situations

Remus Castillo-Reyes:

-Deceit’s right hand man

-also known as the Duke

-does a lot of the dirty work

-thoroughly enjoys his job

-genuinely cares for his brother and makes an effort to visit AfterHours as much as he can

-impulsive without much of a filter

-if he thinks it, he’ll probably say it

-can come off as egotistical and generally really cocky

-the people who know him best know that’s not the case

-his mind is practically always filled with over-the-top and unnecessary ideas

-was studying to become a doctor before he got caught up in Deceit and his mess

-that medical knowledge proved to be quite useful

Logan Bennett:

-the owner of AfterHours

-before the 18th Amendment, he actually owned a completely legal bar

-started AfterHours on a spur of the moment decision, fueled by some hidden whiskey mixed with moonshine

-honestly didn’t expect things to go as well as they did

-not exactly the most emotional or expressive person to exist, he chose to hide all that mess!

-protective over those he considers family

-can be a bit over-confident and just too damn headstrong for his own good

-always tries to be formal in every situation

-no matter what’s going on, he’ll most likely be found in a suit and tie

-(Roman said it made him look like a prick)

-((he wasn’t really wrong but Logan wasn’t going to let that kid insult him))

-secretly the mom friend

Dolion (Dee) Myers:

-a bootlegger/crime boss

-also known as Deceit

-works almost exclusively with Logan when it comes to the distribution of alcohol

-to his enemies, he’s ruthless and a maniac. to them, he just wants chaos and violence to roam free

-to his friends/family, he’s a lot nicer

-sure, he can be a little shit to them at times but at least he doesn’t try to murder them

-always seems to have this air of confidence and always seems to have a sort of self-assurance that can’t be shattered

-that usually breaks away when he’s all by himself, away from the eyes of everyone else

-used to live in a tenement building when he was younger and somehow, someway it burned down. he didn’t get out in time to be completely unscathed, one side of his body forever scarred because of it

-he does his best to hide the scars, but it’s not the easiest thing to do

-his personality seems to shift just the smallest bit depending on who he’s with

Virgil Hart:

-an informant for Deceit

-also known as Anxiety

-(Deceit questioned the code name at first, gave up looking for an explanation early on)

-the youngest out of the bunch

-has way more connections than one would assume

-knows people in the police force, knows more than enough criminals

-always thinking of what could happen and he makes sure to voice these thoughts

-very soft-spoken and quiet

-prefers to go unseen, unheard, and unknown

-rarely ever speaks to anyone except Patton and Deceit

-prone to stealing small objects whenever he goes to a store

-likes to think he’s 100% independent when he’s actually really dependent on Patton, Logan, and Deceit

-an expert at blending in and at pretending to be something he isn’t

-dropped out of high school at 16

-(didn’t tell Pat about it until he was 19)

-joined Deceit on a whim, needing some money

Patton Hart:

-most popular performer at AfterHours

-known and cherished partly for his voice and partly for his looks

-has very strong paternal instincts

-always tries his best to make sure everyone around him is feeling happy

-(often resorts to making terrible jokes)

-puts others before himself

-not afraid to wear dresses or make-up

-(becomes very passive-aggressive to anyone who gives him shit about it)

-has a lot of stress and insecurities that he hides with a cheerful smile

-sees AfterHours as his second home

-when he’s not performing he’s usually sat at the bar or at one of the many couches in the speakeasy

-he used to perform at Logan’s old bar

-he was more than ready to perform after all the changes though

-in his free time, he bakes and sews

-if he finds a stray animal, there’s a 99.9999% chance he’ll take it in until it’s healthy again

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