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imma-potatoo · 3 years

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omgggggg i loved your angsty janus HCs. they were so good

if it's not too much trouble...can we get some angty remus and/or logan HCs...? maybe?

Angsty Remus and Logan huh? Well I can try! I don't do much Remus angst

Small note before we begin! I highly suggest reading my angsty Janus HCs as things might not make sense otherwise

Anyway!

Remus

The first thing Remus can remember is screaming

The screams of the King that is, the strange thing about the split is the distribution of the King's fragments. Remus has most of the King's memories, Roman looks almost exactly like him

The King's memories are more like a fuzzy haze then an actual memory. He knows what happened, but the details are spotty at best

He blames himself for Virgil locking himself away

The night before Virgil locked himself away, they had an argument while Janus was asleep

Basically, Remus left the dark side to go annoy the others, completely going against Virgil's rule of "Do not go to the light sides"

Virgil got angry, Remus said some less then pleasant things, and the next day Virgil refused to leave his room

Remus feels absolutely horrible for this, especially because he could only watch as Janus tore himself apart over it

He's pissed at Virgil, he abandoned the children he was supposed to be caring for... Twice

He tired to step up and take care of Janus in Virgil's absence, but he couldn't do any of it right

He almost burned down the kitchen every time he tried to cook, everytime he tried to play with Janus; the snek walked away with bruises, even if he tried to do something as simple as cleaning.

He just kept failing

Overall, Remus just feels like a failure

He feel into a depressive spiral, and gave up trying to take care of Janus

He knows he shouldn't blame himself, he's a child himself, but he can't help but feel responsible

He has frequent nightmares of the monster that hurt Janus, it was his creation, Janus was in the imagination because of him, therefore it's his fault that Janus has to use the cane

He compares himself to Roman constantly. Like every second of every day

After Janus dragged him out of the depressive spiral, he decided that he will become the world's number one problem until Virgil came out of his cave

It never really worked, only drove Janus to work harder

Remus taught himself to cook when Janus fell into a spiral. So he's actually pretty good at it, the food doesn't always look the most appealing but it's better then burnt food

Even though Remus is an amazing cook, he doesn't do it very often. The lights don't believe him that he can cook, and don't trust him in the kitchen. And everytime he goes back to the dark sides, Janus has already made them dinner

The light sides actually banned Remus from the kitchen. Which honestly makes Remus really upset, he loved cooking

He honestly doesn't consider Roman his brother. Like at all. He considers Janus his brother more then Roman

That being said, Remus often tries to improve his relationship with Roman. Only to be sent away with a snarl

He destroys things because he thinks that he can't make anything perfect, so if he can't make it he doesn't want it

Which is actually only the tip of the iceberg to why he destroys things

He hates that his creations hurt people

He hates that they're considered horrible

He hates that it's all he can make

He hates everything he makes

Remus is honestly terrified of Patton

He has absolutely no control of the things he says

The first thing he ever said to Janus was asking what it would look like if all his scales were ripped out, and he wishes he can erase the sound of his best friend crying from his mind

He simultaneously wants to be as different as Roman as possible, while being as similar as he can get

He wants all the love and appreciation that Roman has, but he hates everything that his brother stands for

He honestly thinks that Roman was overreacting in POF

Is he really THAT bad to be similar to? Does his brother really hate him that much?

Seriously, dinner is very awkward because the twins refuse to even look at eachother

Remus wants nothing else but for Virgil to explain why he left

If Remus could be described in one word, it would be guilt

Chaos is his anchor, when he can't process something properly he makes everyone just as confused as he is

He doesn't remember the last time he watched a movie other then in ATHD

He feels horrible for leaving Janus alone with Orange, but he can't do anything about it

Logan

He's the youngest of the light sides (one year older then Janus) which is part of why he's ignored so much

He honestly misses being friends with Janus, it was relieving to have someone so similar to talk to, Janus was a large part of his support network, which got ripped away

When Thomas left college, Logan wouldn't stop crying for weeks

He only stopped when Patton came into his room for a "pep talk," which was basically a "cut it out, you're scaring everyone" and even though Patton meant the best by it, Logan took that as "Logic doesn't have emotions"

Logan forgets to eat to do work. Every night the other sides have to drag him away from his work to eat, shower, and go to bed

He believes that he's simply there for work, he often tries to skip out on holidays to work and doesn't understand why the other sides want him there

Logan sees himself as boring, plain, and uninteresting

He loves listening to alt and scene music, but is scared that the others would think that he's stealing Virgil's thing

He was present when the King was split. He has nightmares that they would split him too

Underneath all of the "I'm better then you" Logan processes an extreme amount of self hatred

Which kind of stems from when Janus left

After Janus stopped showing up to their meet ups, Logan asked Patton where he went, but Roman interrupted and said that he most likely got bored of hanging out with him

And then there's the "you're the least favorite character" which took a real hit to Logan's self worth

Logan takes the other side's opinions of him very serious

He gets regular panic attacks, but refuses to tell anyone about them

Honestly, his schedule is more like, wake up, have coffee, work, lunch, work, dinner, work, go to bed

He wants nothing more then to give Janus a hug and ask him why he stopped coming to their meetings

Logan refuses to let himself cry, at all

Logan has been denying hugs for years at this point

So he's touch starved

He's honestly only on mutual terms with Virgil, they treat eachother more like colleagues who occasionally hang out.

Believes that if he wasn't there in AA things would have ended the same

He thinks about ducking out almost daily

Just wants to be listened to, and he would tear himself apart to get to that point

He loves Pixar movies, but views them as childish and refuses to watch them

He gets really jumpy around loud noises, which is a problem considering the people he lives with

That's all I got for now.

Feel free to send in another ask if you want more :)

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 3 years

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Dee Little Snake

Series Summary: Janus uses age regression as a way to destress but has little control over it whenever he grows upset. Trying to keep a secret like that can be hard when you’re only four years old, and thus family bonding ensues in a way nobody expected, least of all Deceit.

Chapter 6: A Storm in Purple and Blue

Chapter summary: Dee wakes up small in the middle of thunderstorm but thankfully Logan and Virgil are there to make it better.

Warnings: thunder stoorms, food mention. If there are more please let me know.

Taglist (ask to be added or removed): @a-different-s1de @emo–nightmare

General taglist (ask to be added or removed): @janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi @im-an-anxious-wreck

WC: 1,295

Dee snapped up as his room was illuminated with a bright flash followed just seconds later by a band so loud and close it seemed to shake the walls and rattle his small frame. Rain pelted heavy and hard against the windows and the wind whistled straight through the walls making him whimper and pull the blankets up over his head. He hated waking up little and doing so during a thunderstorm seemed cruel. Or was he little because of the storm? Another loud crack of thunder scattered what little bit of coherent thoughts he could force himself to string together. He curled up as tight as he could and grabbed his nearest stuffed an animal, a rather ratty purple bear Virgil had let him have when they were actually children, squeezing it as hard as he could and willing every scrap of comfort he could get from the action to soothe him enough that he could try to sleep through the storm. He saw the bright flash of light even with his eyes closed tight and cover over his head and he tensed, bracing himself for another roar of thunder.

And roar it did, like a thousand lions staking their territory from across the plains or a great dragon sounding a battle cry over a castle full of knights. It lingered this time as well, seeming to echo around and around in his skull. His eardrums throbbed with the noise and he tried in vain to keep tears from falling as the sound finally faded only after an eternity had passed, leaving him shaking as if he was buried in snow rather than overheating under a thick duvet. Making up his mind he waited for the next flash of light, holding Vee as tightly as he could in preparation for the next roll of thunder. Pressing his lips together he fought hard to stay calm as the walls shook once again with the force of the noise, though thankfully it seemed to take a little longer for it to start. He remembered Virgil saying that that meant it was moving further away.

It didn’t matter now as he took a breath and threw the covers off quickly, almost slipping as his feet fought to find purchase on the floor in his hurried state. Managing to catch himself in time he made a beeline for the door, throwing it open and sprinting out as the hallway was illuminated by another flash of lightning. He fell against the wall and pressed himself as close to it as he could while curled around his bear as thunder roared once again, somehow louder in the hallway than it had been in his room and making the soles of his feet vibrate with its intensity. He cried out before slapping a hand to his mouth and snapping his head up in fear as something touched his shoulder, thankfully greeted by Logan with his glasses askew and rumpled pajamas hanging off of him. Dee didn’t even bother thinking before throwing himself at the other, slutching to his pants legs in fear and burying his face against his knee. He was embraced somewhat awkwardly from the angle but it still helped him relax someone, shaking abating only a little as another strong roll of thunder sounded through the hall.

“Dee. Can you hear me?” The soft question cut through his fear and he nodded. “Would you like me to pick you up or would you simply like your hand held? I’m asking because I think our best course of action would be to go to the kitchen and turn the lights on...and maybe since it’s a special case...make hot cocoa as a treat to help us feel better.”

At the mention of cocoa, Dee’s mood instantly improved, stepping back hesitantly while still clutching his baer to his chest. Logan waited patiently as the other weighed his options carefully; Dee didn’t want to bother Logan but cocoa definitely sounded better than trying to find somewhere to hide where he couldn’t hear the storm anymore. Holding out his hand he looked up at Logan with hope shining in his eyes. “Cocoa please?”

“An excellent choice.” Logan carefully took his hand and pulled him close as they made their way quietly down the hall, though they were both surprised no one else was awake because of the storm. Logan paused as Dee hesitated in front o fVirgil’s room, wanting to wake him but feeling slightly selfish for it since Logan was already with him. Logan thankfully seemed to read his mind and gave his hand a squeeze, prompting the small side to look back up at him.

“He might be awake- he doesn’t do well in storms if memory serves. You can knock if you want to see if he’d like to join us.”

Nodding, Dee reached forward with the bear and knocked gently, rapping just a little more firmly with the last two so he had a chance of actually being heard. The door opened almost immediately to reveal Virgil wrapped up in his hoodie with noise canceling headphones around his neck and eye shadow a deeper black than usual, bringing even the deepest shadows of his room to shame as they writhed behind him. He seemed surprised to see Logan but recovered quickly enough, smiling tightly as he shut the door behind him and reached forward to ruffle Dee’s hair a bit. Opening his mouth to speak he seemed to think better of it and waved instead, not trusting his voice to be normal with the heightened anxiety.

“Logan’s makin’ cocoa!” Bouncing on his toes a bit he looked up at Virgil and held out his hand, keeping his last three fingers wrapped firmly around his bear's paw while he waited expectantly. Taking the hint Virgil clasped his warm hand around Dee’s cooler one and they resumed their walk down the hall. Virgil exchanged a look with Logan that Dee didn’t catch but he was suddenly lifted a bit into the air before being set down gently on the steps, giggling as he was lifted again and again, kicking his feet up and swinging a bit everytime time they went down. Storm all but forgotten they lifted him one more time, settling him into Virgil’s arms as Logan went to get out the mugs and cocoa. Still giggling while hugging his bear he leaned back against Virgil and felt the ther lay his cheek on top of his head, slightly distorted humming making the silence cozy while Logan turned on the stove to heat the milk.

It was comforting and warm and Dee barely registered that the storm had passed until Logan mentioned it offhandedly, placing three mugs down on the table. Dee watched as Logan paused for a second looking at them, a small small wrinkling his eyes as he looked away to wash the pan. Only after being set down in front of his mug while Virgil sat beside him did he realize why.

“You’re purple.” Virgil started a bit as tiny hands reached forward to pat his cheeks, bear forgotten in light of the new purple he was currently admiring. Squinting his eyes in confusion before realization dawned on his face Virgil smiled openly, tapping on the back of Dee’s hand in a random rhythm as he continued to pat his cheeks. Logan ruffled both of their heads walking past, getting a huff from Virgil and a giggle from Dee as they all settled in front of their drinks and basked in the newfound calm after the storm. They’d all most likely regret saying up this late in the morning, but for now happy content radiated from all of them in the quiet peace of the mindscape.

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logicalsnake · 3 years

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An Anxious Liar

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Summary: Virgil can dance, but the only people who know that he can are Janus and himself. One night, Virgil and Janus are dancing together, and none other than Remus and Logan walk into the commons. Virgil and Janus hear something they shouldn’t.

Warnings: Remus being Remus, Winged!Sides, Virgil and Janus can dance, Orange Side, Logan in pain, angst

Notes: Open-ended, feel free to finish it!!

Ships: Anxceit, Intrulogical

Word count: ~2000

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"May I have this dance?" Janus bowed mockingly to Virgil, a wry smile on his face as he extended an ungloved hand towards the anxious side. Virgil accepted, and the two of them, dressed in pyjamas (Virgil in his Christmas sweater and sweatpants, his wings loose against his back, Janus in a sweatshirt reading No Step On Snek and black pyjama bottoms) spun across the dimly lit commons.

This was a sort of ritual between them. Every month or so, Virgil and Janus would meet in the Dark Side commons to talk, maybe watch a movie, or, in this case, dance. Virgil could dance, but he preferred that nobody knew. Janus only knew because he happened to wander down to the kitchen at 3 am one night to find Virgil dancing alone in the commons.

In his defence, Janus wanted jam. Virgil was just… there.

Virgil tripped on Janus's feet, causing him to plow straight into the taller side's chest, his wings enveloping the two of them as Janus staggered back dramatically, hitting the wall and sliding down, his arms embracing Virgil.

"You've killed me, I'm dying." Janus groaned theatrically, pretending to gasp for air. Virgil hissed and ever-so-gently placed his hands around Janus's neck, his fingers sliding on the cool scales.

"You will die, evil Dragonwitch!" Virgil snarled, baring his teeth. Janus gasped in fear.

"No, don't kill me pleasssssssse…" he hissed out a long breath and went limp, 'dying.' Virgil cackled an evil laugh, arcing his wings above him. Janus cracked open an eye.

"I thought I was the evil one."

"You were, but I think I'm better at it, especially considering that I'm not wearing a bunny-soft yellow sweater with a bad pun on it." Virgil smirked. Janus opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by other voices. Virgil's head snapped up, and he jumped to his feet, accidentally kicking Janus, promoting an indignant "ow!" from the deceitful side. Virgil brushed his wingtips against Janus's mouth to shut him up as the voices grew closer.

Logan…

and Remus?

Janus and Virgil exchanged glances.

"Hide," Janus mouthed and shape-shifted into a long, lean yellow-and-black mottled snake, winding himself around Virgil's shoulders, who dove behind their couch and threw his dark purple wings over himself, so that he was perceived as a mere shadow to whoever would make the decision to look over the edge of the couch. Janus slid off his shoulders and slithered underneath Virgil's wing, hiding his bright yellow colours.

Remus and Logan came over and sat on the couch, the ratty fabric rustling against Virgil's wings. Anxiety stiffened, hoping against hope that neither of them would look over the back of the couch.

"Remus, I don't know what to do." Logan sounded… distressed, something Virgil had never heard. "I want to move down here, but I don't want to lose Thomas's trust."

"You won't!! You just have to come out of the closet… AGAIN!" Remus's loud voice jarred Virgil's ears, and he looked at Snake Janus, who stared back, his head tilted to the side, looking as confused as a snake's expression could get.

"I know, but what if I change, like how Dec-Janus did when he changed, or what if I split like you and Roman? I don't want to be split like the King, or get scales or wings. It's not logical. I'm not sure if I'm making the right choice, Rem-"

"You WILL make the right choice! And yes, you will change, but since you're sane, you probably won't split or get scales. Scales are Janny's thing. No one else's." Janus's scales darkened slightly at the affectionate nickname, and he tucked his head inside his coils, embarrassed. Virgil nudged him gently, letting him know it was okay. Janus peeked out, and Virgil had to resist the urge to boop his snoot. IT WAS ADORABLE OKAY??

“What will I tell Thomas? And Virgil? And Patton? And Janus? What would he say? And-oh, gods. Roman. What will I tell him? He’ll be broken in half.” Logan tore his hands through his hair, clearly not knowing what to do with all of his sudden emotions. Remus laughed, a high-pitched sound that hurt Virgil’s ears.

“Well, why don’t you ask Virgil and Janus?” in a swift motion, Remus dove behind the couch and hauled Virgil up, then grabbed Janus harshly, the latter of which hissed and extended long fangs, instinctively lunging for Remus’s hand.

“Uh-uh, Love.” Remus set the writhing snake on the floor. Janus immediately shifted back into human form, his hair a dishevelled mess. He glared at Remus and rubbed his ribs.

“Why were you eavesdropping?” Logan jumped to his feet, suddenly angry. “What did you hear?!?!”

Virgil stepped forward, but Logan’s eyes filled with so much anger that Virgil shrank back. Even Remus looked concerned. Janus stepped forward, fearless, or he was just hiding it well.

“We heard everything, Logan, but please worry. I’ll tell everyone.”

“YOU WHA-oh.” Logan nodded, and the seething rage in his eyes dimmed. He looked at Virgil. Virgil nodded.

“It’s okay with me and Janus if you want to move down here. I think Thomas and Patton would definitely be heartbroken, but you know them. Both of them will be fine in time. As for Roman…. I'm not sure." Virgil looked down, his wings drooping. Logan nodded.

"Then it's final. I've made my decision." as soon as the words left Logan's mouth, the logical side gasped and fell to his knees, a bright light shining through his chest, silver-and-orange strands of pure light enveloping his entire body. Remus reached out to touch it, but Janus yanked him back.

"Let it happen, Rem." he watched, mesmerised as the light enveloping Logan darkened, turning orange, and sank into his body. He screamed, the pained noise ripping out of his chest suddenly, fading into a low moan as the light twined harshly around his chest and legs.

Then, just as soon as it began, it was done. Logan crumpled to the ground, motionless, the dark light fading away into a soft, almost indecipherable glow around his body. Virgil tentatively stepped forward and shook Logan's shoulder. Logan groaned and twitched, knocking Virgil's hand off. He propped himself up on his elbows, breathing shallowly. Remus looked at him curiously.

"You didn't split." he frowned.

"Obviously not. I'm still here." Logan's voice sounded… off. It reminded Janus of how Virgil's voice sounded when he magnified it. Logan's voice sounded similar, only with a subtle echo, like he was talking into a toilet paper tube. He clapped his hand over his mouth and sat up, his eyes wide. Speaking of his eyes…

They were orange. Bright, undeniable, orange. Janus gasped.

"Your eyes…"

"What?" Logan's voice fills with panic. "What's wrong with them?!"

"HA! Good luck hiding those peepers from Thomas and the others!" Remus cackled unnecessarily, making the others jump. Janus frowned and poked him roughly.

"Remus, when is a good time to laugh?" Janus asked sternly. Remus sighed.

"When there's a reason to," he parroted, sticking his tongue out at the deceitful side. Virgil sat next to Logan, spreading his wing across Logan's back.

"Are you still Logic?" he asked. Logan shrugged.

"I'm not entirely certain. I myself don't feel any different, so perhaps I have remained as Logic."

"But your tie has changed," Remus pointed out. Indeed, Logan's once-blue tie was now striped with the same colour orange as his eyes.

"But what is the opposite of Logic?"

Janus thought for a moment. "Procrastination?"

"Maybe" was Logan's only response. "But I'm not experiencing any urge to stall or procrastinate. Maybe this theory of opposites is just paranoia."

Virgil flinched back against Janus at the word paranoia. Logan paused, realising his mistake.

"Apologies, Virgil."

"No, it's a bad habit. Opposites don't affect us in the Dark." Virgil attempted a weak smile, but failed.

Logan tried to stand up but almost fell, Virgil lunging forward and just barely catching him. He eased Logan to the couch, helping him sit down. Remus snapped his fingers, making a bowl of soup appear out of thin air. He handed it to Logan, who looked at it suspiciously. Janus grinned, showing snake fangs.

"It's just chicken noodle, I promise. Remus and I have an agreement." he looked at the Duke pointedly and Remus recited.

"No poisoning people unless they ask for it," Remus deadpanned. Janus looked proud at his methods of controlling the Duke. Logan took a spoonful of the soup, the warm liquid soothing his insides. He drew in a breath and looked at the others.

"So I'm Procrastination. Can anyone tell me how this is going to help Thomas?" He quirked an eyebrow, trying to hold his old steely attitude, but failing. Virgil shrugged. Remus looked at Janus, the intelligent one of the trio. Janus began.

"You're a Dark Side now. Other than me, the Dark Sides all work to defy and stall Thomas in his success. I have two jobs, technically making me a Neutral Side. I act as Thomas's deceitfulness, as well as his self-preservation. Remus is Roman's counterpart, acting as Dark Creativity, and Virgil was Thomas's negative thinking, but now he's been accepted as plain Anxiety. It seems now that you're Procrastination, you might be another Neutral Side, given that you kept your memory and knowledge, you might act as both Logic and Procrastination."

"Procrastalogic!!" Remus exclaimed gleefully, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "A new Side! Ooh, Jan, can I be the one to tell Thomas? Can I, can I, can I, can-"

"Remus! Enough!" Janus snapped, losing his temper. He took a deep breath and blinked, his anger gone so fast it was almost scary. Giving Remus side-eye, Janus continued. "For sure, Thomas will be confused, and I know for a fact that him and the other Sides will have trouble coping. I'm also not sure if you'll be able to touch the Light Sides now that you're Dark."

"Wait, what? Touch the others?" Logan was confused. Janus nodded.

"Generally, Dark Sides cannot touch the Light Sides. Virgil and I are the exceptions. Given that we both are Neutral Sides, we can only touch the Light Sides whilst in animal form."

"So does that mean I can become an animal?" Logan tried to process this onslaught of new information. Janus nodded.

"I would be surprised if you could. Virgil can become a dragon, and I can turn into a snake."

"I can turn into an octopus!!" Remus interjected.

"Yes, sweetie, but only when I do it," Janus rolled his eyes at Remus.

"You can turn other people into animals…?" Logan asked.

"Only in the Imagination" Janus responded.

"Yeah, but it's still fun having a million arms. Now I know how you feel, Jannybear!" Remus grinned manically, poking Janus's cheek. Janus shrugged his sharp fingernail off. Virgil inched forward like a cat and gingerly touched Logan's arm experimentally, jerking back even though nothing happened.

"Nothing happened."

"Thanks, Captain Obvious." Remus muttered. Logan looked at him strangely.

"Who's Captain Obvious? There's only-"

"IT'S A NICKNAME, Erlenmeyer trash."

"Don't be mean, Remus."

#sanders sides fic #sympathetic deceit #virgil sanders #orange side #procrastination

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mother-snake · 4 years

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the scale of the situation pt-3

( part three!!! boy should i be doing homework as im back to school after tommorow!)

start: scale of the situation pt 1 previous: scale of the situation pt 2 next: scale of the situation pt 4

tags: @imma-potatoo @idkanameatall @girl-with-many-fandoms warnings:sad snek words 1301

-overload pt 2

Maybe he should have been more careful about where he was when things happened. For example, he had managed to sneak his way on top of the kitchen’s fridge. the down side is that he was now stuck there. not because of the fact that he couldn’t get down. Nah, that was easy.

But when Patton was making cookies and he didn’t know his secret just yet… that was the hard part. He couldn’t get down without Patton spotting him. and eve them, with Janus poking his head over the side he could spot him easily if he looked hard enough.

He watched as Patton stood for fifteen minuets picking out a cookie recipe, muttering to himself. He couldn’t make out most the words, but had heard his name spoken.

He kept his eyes below, watching as Patton finally picked out a recipe and watched as he began to grab different things from the counter. He seemed to be making chocolate chip once again.

His eyes flickered to the door as a white suited price entered. He slunk back ever so slightly, scared that roman would recognise him.

“Patton, have you seen Remus?” he asked. “sorry kiddo, not since this morning,” he chuckled. “ugh, he put a corpse above my door and it landed directly on me,” he groaned, “he was in Logans room but sunk out almost immediately after opened the door.”

Janus tried to hold back a snicker, was that what happened? He would have thought that it would be Logan’s doing. he put his attention back to the sides below himself.

“well, would you like to join me making some cookies? I'm worried about Janus and thought he could use a pick me up,” Patton said as he picked up a spoon and began to mix whatever was placed I the bowl already. “I'm still not happy about him being here,” roman muttered, “he’s done nothing but lie to us, and he got welcomed instantly!”

Janus slunk his head back. ignoring the stabbing pain at his heart. “come on kiddo, I'm sure you two will get along splendidly!” he said cheerfully. “I don’t know Patton… I don’t know if I could forgive him for what he said.” “hey, now listen here. You’re both in the wrong okay. Not just him. remember that he did what he could to get away from the dark side. And we have no idea what It’s like over there,” he placed a hand on romans shoulder. “I…guess so, thank you Patton,” he gave a small smile. “its okay kiddo,” he said, “oh can you pass me the chocolate chips?”

He moved himself further back on top of the fridge. He was really not liking being stuck up here. He needed to get down. He needed them to leave so he could go wallow in his self-pity somewhere else.

“hay roman, hey Patton,” a voice said. he slunk forwards, recognising the voice and peaking an eye over the fridge, catching the eye of the side. “hey Janus,” he smirked as he opened the fridge, pulling out a punnet of grapes before closing it over.

he glanced his eye over to where roman and Patton stood still looking up at his small head. He shifted it back. “wait- that’s deceit?” “roman,” Patton said before the sound of a small slap.

panic filled him as he curled up at the back once again. “hey, it’s okay Janus,” Virgil said, “here,” he said placing a couple loose grapes on top of the fridge.

He gave a small thankyou hiss. “your welcome,” he sighed happily, “once you two are done in here can you give him some time alone? He tends to find quiet places when overwhelmed,” Virgil explained.

“bye Jan,” he said. footsteps echoed as he turned the corner. --

The air was filled with quietness as they were left alone. No one made a move to say anything. Janus did nip the grapes from the front of the fridge. Patton giggled as he saw the grapes disappear one by one. roman watched warily, waiting to see what would happen. But what Virgil said still sang in his head. What had caused Janus to get so overwhelmed that he would shift? That also confused him.

“Janus, may I ask what was troubling you?” roman said. a tiny hiss was all he got in response.

“right…” he whispered to himself. he turned to face Patton who seemed to be getting back to work on the cookies. “well, if that’s all I best be on my way then,” roman said, the realisation that Janus had heard his and Patton's conversation filled him with panic.

He quickly left the room before Patton could get a word in. leaving the moral and deceitful side alone. --

The smell of cookies filled the air as they began to cook. He looked over the fridge with a raised head as Patton began to clean up the mess that sat in front of them both.

He watched as Patton turned on the sink and began to mutter to himself. The small tang of lies danced in his mouth. he gave a small hiss as he stretched himself down the front of the fridge.

Patton unfortunately didn’t hear him. he gave out a louder hiss. This time catching the attention of Patton. “oh kiddo!” he said as he rushed over panicked.

Janus wrapped himself around Patton's outstretched hands. slithering up and wrapping around his neck like he had done to Remus only an hour or two ago.

Patton let out a laugh as he saw Janus relax in his position. He wouldn’t deny that the father side was incredibly warm and comfortable in his place. Janus and Patton seemed to enjoy each other’s company. Patton would say something and Janus would let out a small noise of agreement. and soon the cookies were out of the oven.

Patton had placed Janus down on the kitchen counter beforehand. The freshly backed cookies placed to the side, left to cool down. “I know you probably don’t want to talk about what you most likely heard,” Patton began, “but I assure you, roman does feel bad deep down. It does eat at him,” he said, “and I don’t know if that’s why you are in this form. But I know its one of the issues,” Patton said, picking at the slowly thread bearing

Janus looked up to Patton giving a small blink. the snake seemed to sigh. And as Patton blinked, Janus sat in its place on the counter looking at the ceiling. “Janus?” Patton muttered.

“I know he feels guilty. I feel guilty. But… with everything that’s happened,” he chuckled, “work is getting harder, everything is too much and I… I just need a break. But with the way everything is I can’t get a second to breath unless I hide,” he sniffed, wiping away a lose tear.

Patton looked on in worry as Janus spoke. “how much longer do I need to play the villain everyone sees me as?” he asked.

Patton looked at him sternly as he spoke that last sentence. Walking over he placed a hand on Janus’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes best as he could. “you. are. Not. A. villain,” Patton said sternly,” and if you can see that? well then. I will do whatever it takes to prove you otherwise Janus. Your part of our famILY. And I will do whatever it takes to show you that, okay?”

“I…” Janus choked out, looking at Patton with teary eyes, “thank you,” he managed to get out before tears poured. “come here kiddo,” he said pulling Janus into a tight hug.

He wouldn’t let anything else happen to his scaly son. Not anymore at least to the best of his ability.

#sander sides #patton sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #angst #sad snek times #remus sanders mention #our favorite snek in a dire situation!

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Chapter one: normalcy

Virgil woke up the same way he always did, with the sun. He changed into his purple tank and blue jeans with his black and purple jacket around his waist. He jumped out his window and landed on shadow, his horse. Then, riding out into the apple trees, he whooped, feeling alive.

He rode like that for a while until he started over to his friend Patton’s farm. He rode in, knowing he had an open invitation. “Hey Pat!” Patton looked over and smiled, his dirt-smudged face lighting up. “Hiya Virgil!” “Morning ride?” Patton’s smile only grew. He ran to the stables and mounted garnet, his loyal maroon-brown horse and rode up. “Definitely.”

They raced through their families’ shared orchard, smiling and whooping and loving life. Their horses, just as alive, powered through the rows and rows of trees, nickering in delight. The two boys heard a familiar neigh, and glanced behind them.

There they were. They urged their horse to catch up to the two boys. They joined them in whooping. It was Avigeal(av-idge -eel) or AV. “HEYYYYA! I RIGGED IT SO I CAN RIDE WHILE I HEAL!!” They yelled, riding their favorite horse, Null. Sure Null was thin, but dame did she have speed.

About a month or two back, the three of them had gone berry hunting in Avigeal’s orchards. They had gotten attacked by wild horses and Avigeal had tossed Virgil out of the way of Null, who was untrained at the time. They had broken a rib doing so, but said it was worth it anytime anyone asked. They had been healing and training Null since, and hadn’t been able to ride until then.

They rode for about twenty more minutes before heading back to Patton’s place. By that point, Null had started to act up, so Avigeal had gone to drop Null off at home with Patton. They came back with Pat on Sandy, a sand colored horse with an attitude, and Avigeal on Quiver, a white horse who was so shy, she couldn’t even gallop in front of horses other than Shadow and Sandy.

They arrived at Patton’s parents’ farm and Quiver bucked in fear. Avigeal, who was experienced in this, held on to the reigns tight and comforted the shy horse. “Shhhh, Quiver, it’s okay! You have me, Virgil, Patton, Sandy, and Shadow with you!”

The horse calmed and whinnied in fear. “You want me to walk you in?” The horse nodded. “Okay! We can do that!” She dismounted and led the horse in by the reigns.

“AVI! You seem well!” Patton’s brother, Deciet (Janus) yelled. Avigeal was the only one he talked clearly to. “I can ride again!” Avi yelled back. Janus’s face lit up. “No way! That’s amazing!” He mounted his noble steed, slither, a confident horse who tended to nip, and rode over. He hopped off and enveloped Avigeal in a hug, then kissed their forehead and checked their rib.

Apparently while they were healing, they had been painting more landscapes. Virgil learned this when they pulled out a sunset painting that was so realistic it could’ve been a photograph. Virgil had no idea how they did this, as the sun disappeared quickly in sunsets where they lived. They then admitted (while hanging up the painting in Janus’s room, since it was his turn to get one.(also while sitting on said snek boi’s shoulder)) that they were able to capture an image in their head, focus on it, and recreate it. Janus has smiled at this and said, “follow me.”

Around seventeen minutes later, they stopped. “If I could make a request, I’d like for you to paint something for the famILY room.” Avigeal nodded curiously. He smiled and his flicked his tongue out like a snake. “Sit there.” He pointed to a clearing in the leaves. They obliged, and he sat down in front of them. He put a small stone on their thigh and clicked his long fingernails against it. “Close your eyes. I’ll tell you when to open them.” They nervously obliged.

Moments later, a weight landed on their lap. He continued to tap the stone, but now there was a rattling noise. They stiffened. “Relax. I would never hurt you.” Avigeal loosened and whispered, “I’m trusting you. I haven’t not seen in years. You know what happened.” He sighed and kissed Avigeal’s cheek. “All too well. Now shush. I don’t want the risk of you getting bit.” They felt his forehead against theirs. He slid his fingers from their cheek to near their eyes. He gently caressed their eyelids, signaling them to open.

What they found when they did, they wanted to paint right away. Janus was playing with three or four baby snakes that he had set in their lap. The mama laid in his, and seemed to trust him. Avi’s eyes shone slightly with lavender energy, and as far as Janus knew, that meant they were taking a picture. He was dumbfounded when they looked up at him, but grinned anyway. It was small, but it was there.

“Open your hands like this,” he started, cupping his hands in demonstration. They followed, and he gently put one of the babies in their hands. They looked like they were gonna shriek. “Too fa-?””can I pet them!” He glanced at their face. Grinning from ear to ear. They thought it was SO cool that they were holding a baby snake. “Sure. Just take your finger aaanndd...” he gently grabbed their hand and stroked the baby with their pointer finger. “Ooooohhhh!” They breathe-squealed. He had no idea, but they were recording the entire thing in their mind for later, when they’d paint it. He smiled again until he felt eyes on him. He looked up from the baby, which he had been carefully putting back in their lap, seeing them smiling in a trance-like state. “Earth to Avi?” He chuckled. They shook their head and looked around, blinking. “S-Sorry! I-I...” “it’s alright, Avi. Just means you like my smile.” He was taken aback when they nodded. “It’s...picturesque.” They mumbled, looking up to a confused Janus face. They sighed and rolled their eyes. “Like a picture or a painting. It’s pretty, or unusual or inspirational or otherwise and is like a great artist painted/ took a picture of it.” Janus nodded thoughtfully. “So like you?” They made a choking noise and covered their face with both hands. “Did I do something wrong?” They parted their fingers to look at him. “I-it’s just that... in that context,... it’s used as a pickup line...” Janus looked confused at first, then covered his mouth and nose with his hand. “S-Sorry...” “Nah... ‘s fine...” Janus then stared into their eyes. “I don’t show everyone this... so far just you and a friend of mine named Remy.” They smiled. “We should be heading back.” They nodded. He gently started lifting the snek babies off their lap. After he put the mom down, he led them back out of the grotto.

He whistled for their horses, and only slither came. “Huh?” “Quiver is too shy to run in front of other horses.” They looked ashamed. “It’s cuz I trained her for private rides.” He smiled. “Better hold on then.” They smiled in return. “I love a challenge.”

They rode across the plains, just having fun. He made slither buck them off at the farm. They landed on Quiver, and came galloping over the fence. They then rode to the race track. They shouted encouraging words to Quiver and the horse sped up to at least five times as fast as she was before. Her rider shrieked with delight again, urging her on. She whinnied competitively. Slither nickered back. Their riders were saying something to each other. They ripped from the starting line with such speed it even startled their riders. She saw shadow. She couldn’t let him down. He’d supported her for years. It was her chance to prove it. She ripped into first. Her rider shrieked again. She powered forward until her rider stopped her. She slowed to a stop instead of stopping abruptly like slither. Her rider got off and fed her an apple. She heard a breathless “Good girl!” from her rider. She nuzzled them and nickered. Water. Her rider needed water. As if by magic, a water bottle appeared in the air. Her rider caught it and drank from it. Good. She trotted over to the water trough triumphantly. Slither was there, and boy, was he pissed. She bumped hips with him to get him to smile. He did. “Look.” She whinnied. Their riders were talking. “So in love.” He hissed, as he often did. “Why don’t they kiss already?” Slither nickered. Sandy sputtered, offended. “Humans don’t work that way! It takes time! It took me MONTHS to get my rider to kiss Valiant’s!” “Will you shut UP about valiant?! Day in, day out it’s valiant, valiant, valiant! Can’t you focus on ANY OTHER HORSE?!” “No! Valiant is amazing! What other horse is there to talk about?!” “Oh, I don’t know, rotten, brownie, majora, Camden... need I continue?” Sandy fell silent. “Look, sand, I’m sorry. It’s just- you know I don’t like him. Or at the very least don’t trust him. He’s so full of himself I’m scared he’s gonna break your heart.” He looked away in shame. “Slithie?” She nickered. He shamefully glanced at her. “Love you, bro bro.” “Love you too.” He whinnied.

“Wow. Didn’t know Quiver had that kind of speed. You must’ve trained her well!” “Yeah, well... it wasn’t TOO hard...” they smiled anyway. He chuckled. “Wanna get to painting?” They nodded, giggling. He led them into his room and grabbed a rather large canvas by their request. They giggled and said “I’m gonna need you to pose. Don’t worry or complain. It’s an easy one.” He quickly found that she needed him to recreate the crisscrossed position he had been in when he was playing with the snakes. He wondered why.

They started to sketch with a familiar-looking pencil. He recognized it as the pencil he had given them a few years back.

They noticed he was staring and turned the pencil so he could see ‘property of snekboi’ carved into the side. They saved it for sketching on canvases to get a basic design. He blushed (from embarrassment) when he realized the face changes were messing them up. He chuckled, the smile returning.

Ten minutes later, they told him he could drop position. He came up behind them and hugged their waist to his. “Dame, Avi! That looks amazing!” Avigeal smiled and replied with, “it’s only amazing cuz you’re amazingly patient with me. I must’ve redone the smile at least forty times.”

The painting was a masterpiece by Janus’s standards. It was of the moment he put the baby’s snek in Avigeal’s hands. From what he could tell of the sketch, they were gonna put some sort of fade on the edge of the painting leading in. Most of the pencil lines were smudged, suggesting a blurry appearance, but the ones on his face, his hair, their hands, and the snek were all fine and detailed.

“Avi, can I ask about the choice of blurring some things but not others?” Avi smiled as they mixed paint. “It’s to draw attention to the correct things. I don’t want someone to look at it and say, ‘wow! What a detailed background!’ I want them to say ‘what a sweet moment! Such an adorable snake and the detail of the smile, wow!’” Their smile faded. “I want to make something that your mom can look at and know that you won’t be alone when you get your own orchard. A moment, a memory that will make all the difference. something she can look at and smile. I want to give her a piece of your soft side, like you do.” Janus looked at Avigeal’s face. “Like I never got to.” They added. Their mom had died the previous summer and it was going to be their first year without some form of parent. He squeezed Avi’s waist. “Whenever you need a mom, a famILY, a whatever, you can come over. We’re here for you, Avi. We got your back. You’re not alone in the grief of losing Angela, but I swear, if you ever need a piece of her again, please, please, please, come over here. We’ll be your famILY.” Avi dropped their paintbrush onto the easel and turned to hug him. “There, there, Avi. I’m here. Ain’t nothing gonna happen to ya when you’re in my arms, okay?” They nodded into his neck, sobbing softly. They turned around again after a while.

They picked their paintbrush up and dipped it into the muddy green colour, dragging it loosely across the canvas. They continued like that with lime green near where they’d put streaks of sunlight, forest green for the foliage around them and so on.

When they got to the edges, however, they had mixed up a lavender-ish colour and had started to apply it, tainting the colour with green, and effectively dulling it. “Why’d you do that?” Janus asked. “It’s how I saw what happened. I was recording.” They admitted before turning to sandy yellow to start on the sunlight and scales of the snek.

A while later, and the painting was almost finished. They had opted to sitting instead of standing the entire time, and Janus had chosen to sit behind them, his arms still firmly around their waist, but not uncomfortably so. He had closed his eyes long ago, and they were glad he didn’t see them put the small white heart sun-sparkle thingies into his hair. He would’ve flipped. Patton and Virgil have checked in several times by then, and it was looking amazing. It was missing something though. They smiled and picked up the light violet paint.

Forty minutes later, they smiled at the result of their hard work. Janus had fallen asleep on their shoulder, although his grip never faltered. They had already let it dry, and gently shook Janus’s arm. “Wake up, Jay. I want you to see before I hang it up.” He opened his eyes lazily. “Hmm?” “The painting, silly! You must’ve been tuckered out, buddy, you fell asleep right on my shoulder!” Janus rubbed his eyes, letting go of Avi’s waist for the first time in and hour and forty-five minutes. He stretched and hugged Avi, being careful of their rib, and stared at the painting in awe. “Wooow...” he subconsciously breathed. Avi never failed to surprise him when it came to their paintings, but this was a whole other level. The moment was captured perfectly. His smile was slight and you could just barely see a hint of it, while the droplets of sweat on his forehead and in his hair reflected how hard he had been working. His calloused hands were perfectly represented in the painting, and he couldn’t believe the amount of detail in the flower crown he was wearing. The snek’s scales looked rounded, and everything had so much dimension it looked like a picture. Their glossy black nails, the stone on their thigh, it was all there. He smiled fondly.

“So...I’m guessing you like it?” Avi asked. He nodded breathlessly. Avi blushed. “I’m glad. I think there are a couple things I messed up on, but other than that, I agree.” With that, Avi stood up and picked the painting up, Janus following closely behind.

“Heya y’all!” Avigeal’s voice rang out along the track. The two guys rode over and dismounted. “Finished the painting! Whatcha think?” Verge’s eyes widened and his mouth gaped while Patton practically melted. Either way, they both loved it. “Speechless. Told ya, Avi!” “That you did, Jay, that you did.” They remarked.

Two reactions later, and the painting was hung up. “It’s really...wow! Thank you Avigeal!” Janus’s mother squealed. “Ain’t no big thing! Just a painting of a moment I wanted to remember.” They trailed off, listening for something. “The princes are coming!” Avigeal yelped. “Gotta go! Good seeing y’all!” “Bye Avi!” Janus yelled after them.

Chapter two: the princes’ visit.

They rode Quiver back to their farm and grabbed the basket of berries and pony they planned to show whatever prince was left, as their farm was out-of-the-way and hard to reach if not on horseback. Each of the farms would advertise what they had in stock, and try to impress a prince. Avigeal and Virgil’s farms were the only ones who didn’t sell to princes yet. Rumor had it that three princes, including prince Logan of Logos(Patton’s boyfriend), were coming to review farms and see what farms they might want to pick up or drop depending on what goods were in demand. Avi had been preparing for weeks, and Janus had helped them practice their speech. They were ready.

Around half an hour later, Avigeal spotted the princes. When they stopped, Avigeal bowed and started their marketing speech. “Hello, princesses, princes, and non-binary royalty. My name is Avigeal Ouruka and I’m a non-binary masculine berry farmer. My pronouns are they/them/he/him. I market a variety of fresh berries and offer training for these fine animals we know as horses. I also offer painting services, as I am able to capture images in my mind and recreate them.” They held up one of their sunset paintings and displayed it, showed the princes how they had trained the horse, and finally let them try some freshly picked blackberries, before starting the mandatory orchard tour with Quiver as their choice of horse. “My family’s farm has never used pesticides. We use a safe mixture of lemon juice, water, and vinegar to shoo away the bugs. We do not endorse the hunting of deer or fruit bats, and have made parts of our orchards into safe havens for these animals. I’m afraid we have a work force of one, as my mother passed away last summer. I’m lucky to have the support of nearby farmers who care and help to pick every once-in-a-while. I sense the question of how I have been without my mother, and I have been alright thanks to a friend who has kindly offered to lend me his family.” This caused a small eruption of chuckles. “There we go! Now that we got some laughs in here, let’s loosen up a little! I’ll tell ya ‘bout how lucky I am we’re even on this tour. Quiver baby! The normal route, if you will.” They asked. The horse stopped, and Avigeal dismounted. “Something wrong, sunshine?” The horse nickered and nudged their ear. “You’ll have to pardon Quiver, she’s rather shy.” Avigeal started as they mounted. “She’s a lil nervous due to the stiff behavior and mannerisms of y’all’s horses. It’s not y’all’s fault, it’s just that no horse here acts that way.” The princes nodded and smiled, gently patting their horses to tell them to relax.

“You seem to be a friendly, laid-back individual, Miss Ouruka.” “Please, call me Vee. And yeah, I’d say. I don’t like being uptight, cuz I feel the more comfortable you are in an environment, the more of you ya show, and the easier it is to make friends!

“Anywho we really are lucky we’re on this tour. Doctors had me fearin’ I’d miss it. Around two or so months ago I was out harvesting berries with my pals when out of nowhere a herd of wild horses came barreling through the orchards. One of them was about to hit Virge, who I believe you’ve already met, and I jumped in front of him. The horse hit me right in the rib, and ‘m afraid it broke.

“still trained ‘im though, and he’s a mighty fine steed. Null, his name is. I’m lucky cuz just today I was told I can ride again. Horses, that is.” The princes erupted in laughter, Logan included.

“We’re reaching the end of our tour, sad to say, but there’s one more place I believe it’s important to show you.” They took the reigns and turned down a pathway surrounded by willows. A singular cherry tree stood in the center. “I’ll have to ask you to dismount. It’s not visible from horseback.” Vee said remorsefully as they dismounted. The princes did the same. They laid out a blanket and motioned for the princes to sit next to them. Once sitting down they saw a glass coffin containing a beautiful woman which was carefully placed inside the trunk of the tree. “That’s mumma. Angela. A real saint, she was. Taught me how to love when surrounded by hate.” A deer fawn peeked out from behind the tree. “Heya, fella! Where’s your family?” The fawn slowly moved closer to Vee until its head was in Vee’s hand. They stroked the fawn’s coat. “You got a buck or doe somewhere?” They stood up and led the fawn back to the group it was in.

While Vee was gone, the princes read about Angela. “She sounds like a wonderful mother.” Prince roman of amour remarked breathlessly. “Dame straight.” Vee sighed. “She was amazing. Still! She lives on inside me and in the stories of her i tell to my friends. The same stories I’ll tell to my kids and grandkids one day. So there ain’t no reason to dwell on it. She had a bad illness. I’m glad she died from nature’s mercy shot rather than humanity’s. She died from a poisonous berry. It felt bad, giving her it, but she thanked me, so it...hurt less.” Vee kissed their fingers and pressed them to the white wooden border of the coffin. “Love ya mom.” They said. “Rest in peace, lady Angela.” Prince Kaleo of kaua announced while kneeling before the coffin and lowering his head. The two other princes honored her in their own ways, with Prince Logan lowering his head, lifting it and smiling fondly, and Prince Roman simply giving a fond farewell while touching the coffin with his fingertips. Vee seemed slightly shocked. “T-thank you.” They stuttered, bowing. “It’s only customary to honour the dead where I’m from.” Prince Kaleo shrugged. “And I’m sure she was a lovely woman and remarkable mother, if your behavior is anything to go off of.” They nodded. “We should get going-“ Vee was cut off by Prince Kaleo kissing their cheek gently. They jumped. “I should’ve warned you.” He mumbled. “My humblest apologies. I was merely cheering you up as a part of the tradition for when one loses a loved one.” He explained. “Shucks, there’s no need for that! Ya just caught me off guard! I’m fine. But seriously, let’s start heading back.” They chuckled while mounting Quiver. “Ah, yes, indeed. My father will be wondering where we are.” Prince Kaleo announced. They started heading back.

They reached the gates at the front and went back to the display they had set up. Prince Logan spoke up first. “Your painting skills would be much appreciated by the people of Logos.” “I’m open every weekday for painting requests, although four to five in the evening on Wednesdays is when I visit mom’s grave.” “Your mother died?” King Bane of kaua inquired. “‘M afraid so. Last summer, it was.” King bane dismounted and kissed their cheek as well and started to explain, however, Vee stopped him. “With all due respect, your son has already explained this to me, sir.” “Well then, let’s see what about your farm interested him.” He exclaimed, friendly as ever. “The berry services would be great for the people of Kaua. They could be eaten raw or dried.” “I work on berry picking every Tuesday and Thursday, so you’ll get deliveries every Sunday.” Vee exclaimed. “The fine aminal- animal training would also be beneficial, as the children of Kaua want to ride horses their size, but no ponies are trained.” Vee stifled a giggle. “ I’m open whenever, as we make appointments for them. No more than fifteen per week, or I’ll have three appointments in one day.” Vee smiled. “All very acceptable conditions!” King Bane exclaimed. “Finally, the people of amour would benefit from the horse training as well, as the children are wishing that it wasn’t just wooden horses they were riding, but instead real horses, and we have no trained ponies.” “You have heard the conditions for this service. I thank you kindly for your time. Enjoy the rest of y’all’s day!” Vee exclaimed happily. “Farewell, Vee.” “I bid you adieu, Vee!” And a simple wave from Prince Kaleo.

Chapter three: jealousy

When Avigeal rode back over to Patton’s farm, they could hardly contain their excitement. The second they were off Quiver they were almost knocked over by Janus tackle-hugging them. “Did you see Prince Logan!” Avi smiled. “If you mean the flushed pink of his lips or the obvious hickey on his neck then, no I didn’t.” They joked. “Aaaahhhh! We did it! Listen, I know you didn’t see it and you weren’t here, but right in front of everyone! They just...kissed!” “Speaking of just kissed, did you know that it’s customary for the people of Kaua to kiss a person’s cheek when they lose a loved one?” Janus got a look in his eye. “No...why.” “Just thought it was interesting.” They talked for a little while, walking through the orchards. Prince Roman’s name was brought up and Virgil jutted in with a quick “him? Yeah, I guess.” When they were questioning whether or not he was hot. The banter continued until...”...are you okay?” Left Avi’s lips. Janus looked strange. “Just fine...” although he didn’t seem fine. “Are you sure?” “Mmmhmm...” He then fell, completely limp, onto Avi’s chest.

Chapter four: sick

Janus was out of commission. Apparently, he had overworked himself when he built the stands for everyone in the neighborhood. Avi offered to nurse him to health at their house, as the Hart-Raven farms were already packed. The Harts reluctantly accepted, since their evidence was solid. The Harts promised to visit at 4:00 pm every day until he was better.

Nearly a month passed, and Avi had finally reversed it. They hissed as the magic shot back into them. They had forgotten to stop sharing magic with Janus when they left, so Janus had been harboring the magic of jealousy. It was a poisonous magic, and Avi knew they were the source of it. Janus’s rage has been at Prince Kaleo and at himself. Kaleo for possibly stealing Avi, and himself for doubting them.

They finished drawing the magic out of him and pulled back. A full hour. They sighed and rubbed their sore jaw. They had been drawing magic from him like a vampire draws blood... for an hour. They sighed and stood. What a month. “Dame. Couldn’t keep your hands off me, huh?” Avi whipped around. “Janus!” They shrieked. “You’re okay!” He frowned. “Of course. Also, I apologize for the way I grabbed your attention...” “I don’t even care anymore! I thought I lost you to my own magic!” They sobbed. He pulled them up and onto his lap, stroking their hair. “What? Avi, how long have I been out?” They choked out another sob at the nickname before answering with a soft whisper of “A-b-bout a m-month...”. Janus’s eyes widened. “Aviiii...” he cooed, stroking their hair as they cried into his shoulder. He kissed their temple and sighed. “It’s okay, Avi, it’s all gonna be alright now, y’hear?” They nodded slightly, drying their tears. Janus smiled softly. “Now listen here, Avi. I don’t want you falling into a bad mindset cuz somethin’ bad happened. Angela always said to focus on the good, right? Well here’s somethin’ good. I’m okay. You’re okay. Everything’s alright and you even got yourself a couple deals on your farm! Ain’t that worth smilin’ about?” He asked softly. Avi took a deep breath, letting a genuine Cheshire Cat-like smile spread across their face. “Indeedy-do, Janny!” They giggled, drying their tears.

#tw long post #tell me to tag #again please ignore #I don’t know how to do cuts so #eegh sorry #love y’all

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