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nellie-elizabeth · 2 years

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What We Do in the Shadows: Reunited/The Lamp (4x01/02)

Ahhhh!!! I discovered this show during quarantine and I am so excited to be back with new episodes.

Cons:

Nothing really to report, here! More just a general wish list of things I hope we can explore later. There's this part of me that wishes season four had broken with the formula a bit more, and played around with the diaspora... the fact that we start with Nandor, Nadja, and Guillermo all returning home, and don't really get to see them having their adventures, is maybe a little disappointing? But that's maybe more a pie in the sky wish of what I wanted, as opposed to a judgment on what we actually got.

Pros:

Where to begin? I always find writing about comedies to be particularly challenging, because a lot of what was great about this episode were individual funny lines and moments, and it's not exactly fun for me to just list jokes and say they made me laugh. Suffice it to say, a lot of these jokes made me laugh!

Guillermo is the best thing about this show to me, so I love that his role here is that he's moving on but not really. It's such a funny tension for his character, to have him no longer hung up on Nandor and desperate to become a vampire all the time. He's got a boyfriend, he's not jealous of Nandor's quest for a wife, he's chill. But... he's still hanging around! He's got to take care of baby Colin Robinson and stop the house from falling apart. These vampires would all be lost without him, and he's going to keep helping them, grudgingly, even though his heart doesn't seem to be really in it right now. I love this more jaded, self-assured version of Guillermo.

I love how much the internet wants Guillermo and Nandor to be together, and sure, I think it would be an interesting turn for the story to at least explore, but honestly it's just the sheer comedic potential of them that makes me smile every time. I think it's just that the bar is so, so low here. In this episode, we get Nandor rescuing Guillermo from drowning, saying his first and last name correctly, defending him and sticking up for him a bit with Lazlo and Nadja, and you're sitting here thinking "wow! this is such a step up!" but it's so funny because literally just knowing his first and last name is all that it takes to improve on the behavior of the other vampires. Literally Guillermo deserves so much better, and yet we are seeing Nandor put in some measure of effort. So delicious.

I've got to say, the creepy baby Colin Robinson was the one aspect of this season I wasn't sure was going to work for me, but it's so funny so far. Just the thought of Lazlo trying to raise him to be the opposite of boring old Colin Robinson, the way everyone refuses to call him Colin except Guillermo, and instead keep saying "he's the thing that emerged from the corpse of our dead friend Colin Robinson", all of his destructive and bizarre shenanigans... so fun to see Lazlo of all people take on something of a parent role, and then Guillermo swoop in to do all the actual work, as usual.

Nadja got a glow-up in terms of self-confidence, as she returned from the Vampiric Council regretting that she hadn't made more big moves, and decides to open a Vampire Night Club! The Guide is against turning the lair of the old council into such a place, but Lazlo steps in with some psychoanalysis to help get her past her objections. They discover that in her past, the Guide was a bad vampire who had sex with a vampire killer! The solution? Send Guillermo to seduce her. Brilliant therapy work there, Lazlo. This scenario is so bizarre and impossible to fully describe. It really highlights my personal struggles with reviewing joke-heavy TV comedies. I don't know what to tell you, it was really funny! Lazlo saying that Freud got the concept of "penis envy" from him, the two of them digging through nested boxes in the Guide's mindscape, all of it had me laughing!

Nandor's wives... honestly, I can't say enough about how great this show is at managing to take a scenario that sounds good to begin with, and then spin it out into avenues I never would have considered. First of all, Nandor calling the men he was once married to his "guy wives" is absolutely legendary behavior. Secondly, the genie being there to... mercy kill? All the people Nandor decides not to choose? So funny. He's so bored. "You don't look like a djin." "You can't say that." "I just did." Contender for one of the funniest jokes in these first two episodes.

I could go on, but as I said, it feels fruitless to just start listing jokes I enjoyed. It's funny! This show, it turns out, is really really good! I can't wait for more.

9/10

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yukiwrites · 4 years

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Byleth, Revealing the Truth

Thank you for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! This is always so interesting to work on! >v<)

Summary: Coming to terms with the realization that he will never see Sothis again, Byleth finally confronts Rhea in front of the student body and reveals the truth of the deep and dark secrets the Church had been keeping for a thousand years...

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The air underground felt thicker and thicker with magical energy the closer they got to the Holy Tomb. Byleth could almost hear the memories unraveling around him, taking everything he had to simply look ahead and lead the way.

The students -- Claude, Linhardt and Ignatz especially -- explored the stones with deep curiosity, whispering amongst themselves while coming up with this or that theory about the place's origins. Once they descended through a mysterious contraption -- something Byleth's memories told him was called 'elevator' -- the awed gasps increased.

There it lay, right in front of them -- the gargantuan underground space known as the Holy Tomb.

"Are you surprised, Professor? This is the Holy Tomb." Rhea pressed her lips into a thin line, as though testing Byleth's grasp in Sothis' memories. The young Professor simply chewed his lower lip and took a short breath, seeing the young Rhea giggling and twirling around herself in every single place he directed his gaze to.

Standing on Byleth's left, Dimitri looked around with large eyes. "Incredible. To think such a vast space has been hiding beneath the Monastery all this time. I wonder what powers that giant mechanism that descends beneath the ground." He whispered the last part more to himself, taking a hand to his chin in thought.

Rhea's steps turned hastier as they approached the throne sitting on the opposite side of the entrance. It overlooked any and all who entered, centered so as to watch over the countless sarcophagi scattered all over the grounds.

"This is where the goddess who created this world was laid to rest, along with her children." She gestured vaguely from the sarcophagi to the throne. "It is said," she tried very hard to suppress her smirk, "that our creator, the goddess Sothis, sat upon this very throne." She let the words sink in for a moment, waiting for when Byleth's gaze turned to her. "Do you recognize this throne, Professor?"

"What, why would he know about this? Is that because he received the power from the goddess?" Claude blurted out from the position Hanneman had guided the Golden Deers to, crossing his arms in confusion.

"I do not think now's the time to ask such questions, Claude..." Ignatz shook his head beside Claude, whispering as low as he could, though still falling victim to the mysterious echo of the Holy Tomb.

"Now's precisely the time to ask questions, though..." Unsatisfied, but intent on staying put for the time being, Claude crossed both hands behind his head, feigning nonchalance.

Byleth looked away from Rhea towards the throne, clutching his chest and embracing the lump in his throat. "I do." He replied simply, making the Archbishop blink enthusiastically and clap her hands gracefully.

"So long... So long have I waited for this very day." Her eyes looked glazed over; her controlled smile just a step from conveying the deep-rooted madness within. "Go, Professor," she urged the young man through the steps. "Sit upon the throne. I have no doubt -- no doubt! -- that you will be gifted a r-revelation from the goddess." She bit her lower lip in anticipation.

Byleth gazed upon the throne, feeling the heat escape his body and his throat go dry.

He had just seen it inside his head, barely a week ago. He had gone up these very steps within his mind to console Sothis when she had regained her memory, just a few weeks previous. He had seen her sit upon it countless, countless times inside their shared memories.

His eyes burning, Byleth gripped the hilt of the Sword of the Creator on his hip and climbed the steps, one by one; one by one.

The more the throne approached, the more visions Byleth could see -- of Rhea, of Sothis, of her children; even of a young Seteth -- and his legs started trembling. He knew that if he had a normal heart, this would be the moment where it would be beating so loud he would barely be able to hear his own breathing.

Alas, his chest was as silent as ever, though if only his mind could say the same...

He touched the cold stone of the throne's hand rest, feeling a crackle of energy clashing with the one being emitted from his own body. Taking a deep breath, the professor slowly took a seat in the middle of the large throne, reminding him of how small Sothis always looked whenever she sat on it inside their shared mindscape.

Closing his eyes, Byleth felt a surge of memories cascading through his mind.

He could almost, almost hear Sothis' voice again, though it all stemmed from his own memories.

“You fool!! Do not go asking questions you might regret hearing the answer to!” “Give it to her! Get away from here this instant! I cannot bear this conversation any longer!” He could hear her voice almost as clear as day, though he knew, deep within himself, that this was all just his own wishful thinking showing him what he wanted to see.

“I condone the way you forcefully try to yank it all out of me.” “Your mind has been wandering and wandering…” “Sothis, also known as The Beginning. I identify with both aliases, as does the goddess.” “Am I simply a part of the goddess? The conscience once calls ‘self’? If so, is that the reason why I bear the appearance of a child?” Her voice as she condoned or comforted him made the Professor press his own lips into a thin line, a deep frown squeezing his eyes shut lest they overflowed with grief.

“Experiment? What- Did I go through such a thing in the past?” “NO! No, no! Nooo!” “This… this is… It’s how I died.”

Byleth could barely keep himself from expressing his own grief, watching his and Sothis’ shared memories play out inside his mind.

“So that is why I did not want to remember…” “Will you come with me?” “Thank you…” “I have the memories back, not the powers! Oh, why-why must this happen…!” “What a beautiful love it must’ve been.” “Your Father had been wary of her from day one.”

“Indeed… The wicked must be punished.”

“It was that simple, young one. She wanted to see me again.”

Byleth opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Rhea’s.

“She wanted to bring me back to life, Byleth, by using your body as a medium. I’d wager she almost succeeded this time.” “Even though we’ve been together ever since you were born, it is a shame that I’ve only awoke a few months ago.” “It is not the same as death, silly child. I will always be with you, quite literally.”

“We simply… will not be able to talk like this. I shall miss it.”

Rhea’s expression started to crumble. “Well…?”

“Can I be selfish just one more time?” “Could you- hug me?” “This will be the very last time anyway, for all eternity.”

Byleth slowly ascended from the throne, taking quiet steps down the stairs towards the Archbishop.

“Thank you… I’m glad it was with you to whom my fate was bound.”

The Professor stopped midway to the staircase, taking a deep breath and turning to the throne, bowing slightly to it. "I'm sorry, my friend... I’ll try to keep my promise as best I can, but…” He raised his gaze to the cold stone, then back to the increasingly nervous Archbishop.

Averting her gaze, Byleth tried to walk past her in a strangled silence, but she took his arm with a force that did not match her frail-looking get-up.

"W-wait, Professor? What happened? It w-was supposed to be just a step away..." Her voice derailed as her eyes shook -- the color seeped out of her face with each breath she took. "Answer me!"

"L-Lady Rhea, pray let the Professor go-" Dimitri tried to touch Rhea's hand which gripped Byleth's arm, but was shook off by the increasingly unhinged Archbishop.

"Do not interfere, child!" She hissed, her eyes and cheeks hollowing in despair.

Byleth's brow flickered with anger, so he, too, shook off Rhea's hand. "Don't touch my students." His voice was low, but somber, full of authority and barely controlled anger.

It was as though he had the poise of a god for the entire room fell silent as chills spread around everyone's spines.

Hanneman and Manuela exchanged glances, ready to haul the students out at any indication of Rhea losing control.

"I'm not a tool for your schemes anymore, Rhea! What did you want to happen, truly? To have Sothis possess my body and live and speak through my mouth? You can't ever replicate her body! It would've been a prison just as cruel as the one they put her through!"

"NO! No- no, she would be free! She would walk amongst us again- M-mother...! She would- reconstruct herself once she regained her powers-" Rhea blabbed, her field of vision and consciousness narrowing to Byleth only, forgetting about the dozens of onlookers.

Byleth clutched his chest, "regained what powers? Through a limited vessel there was no way to channel them! She could only keep the form of an amnesic child! Haven't you realized that the power of her soul can't be contained only in her Crest Stone?! The most she could do was wish to know who she was!"

Rhea's eyes widened so, they almost bulged out of her skull. "F-form of a child? No memories...? But then, how do you- how did she give you this power- o-oh, Mother..."

The Professor's chin trembled with the overlapped version of Rhea and her child self, his eyes burning with tears -- no doubt stemming from Sothis' side of his soul. "She!" He didn't notice he raised his voice until it left his throat. "She didn't want me to resent you up until the very end. She asked me to be merciful to the child who was most attached to her." His voice trembled and he could feel that a single tear escaped, though he was quick to dry it with the back of his hand.

Rhea's legs gave out. "M-mother..." She dug her face into her hands; her entire body, that once felt imposing and all-knowing, trembled and shivered like a lost little girl who simply missed her mother.

The students watched with glazed eyes, not knowing what to think or where all of that came from, most of their mouths agape in shock.

Byleth gave his back to the sobbing Rhea, turning to the audience. His eyes met his coworkers, though he could only see their worry for him in their expressions. He simply nodded and looked away from them towards every single student. "I'm sure you all have many questions." He managed to control his voice and grip at his sword to ground himself. "What failed to happen just now was the resurrection of the goddess." He declared, noticing how the air itself started to waver due to the students' anxiety. He took out his weapon and hung it overhead.

The Sword of the Creator shone in its characteristic red glow, stealing every pair of eyes towards it. "I have been housing the consciousness of the goddess inside me, which is why I am able to wield the weapon that was made with her very own bones."

A low 'eek' was heard amongst the students, though was deafened by Claude's loud objection. "Bones? What'dya mean by that, Teach? Are you saying...?"

Byleth nodded, pointing towards the House Leader. "Failnaught," he went from Claude to Dimitri, "Areadbhar," then towards the spot the Blue Lions stood at, "The Crusher, Aegir Shield, the Lance of Ruin, Lùin..." Then, he looked back to the Alliance House, "Freikugel, Thyrsus... They were all made out of the bones and crystallized blood of the children of the goddess. That I can wield the Sword of the Creator without its own Crest Stone is the proof -- for the crystallized blood of the goddess rests within my own heart."

"B-bones?" Ingrid's grasp on Lùin faltered, allowing it to fall with a loud clang on the ground. "B-but the ancient texts..."

"The Church has been manipulating the information of what happened a millennia ago to hide the true nature of the tragedy." Byleth placed the tip of his sword on the ground, resting both hands upon its hilt. "I'm sure none of you forgot what happened at Remire village." He let his words hang in the air for a moment before continuing. "Those who were behind the attack on the village, as well as behind the murder of my father... They were the ones who, a thousand years ago, murdered the goddess and her children, drank their blood and made weapons out of their very bodies." His throat itched as the information was difficult to say. His eyes fell upon Flayn, who looked down in unfathomable grief. She had also been there, back then, as Sothis' memories imbued within the Sword of the Creator told him.

Mercedes and Marianne covered their faces with horror, being comforted by Annette and Hilda respectively, while the most devout students stared at the space without knowing what to think.

Edelgard took a step forward, seeing an opportunity. "Are you saying that we should topple the Church and let the people be free to believe in whatever gods they wish, Professor? This is all SO very surprising..."

Byleth shook his head. "Topple it? No. But it needs immediate reform. The people deserve to know the truth."

"Interesting." The Imperial Princess took the same step back, glancing around to watch everyone's reactions at the same time a loud wail exploded behind Byleth.

It was Rhea.

Her grief was so deep that she completely forgot how many millennia had been since she had been a little girl.

She cried and howled with the pain within her heart. "LEAVE! All of you- leave this place! Mother's- Mother's resting holy ground!" She bellowed as she dug her face deeper within her hands.

Byleth pressed his lips into a thin line, glancing back at Rhea then towards his fellow professors. They all nodded in agreement and started to herd the students to the exit.

"Wait, wait, wait, we're leaving? I still have a lot to ask, though!" Claude scurried to Byleth while Manuela had to physically maim Linhardt out of his spot.

"I'll answer whatever you want." Byleth nodded to the House Leader, then looked over his shoulder to the aghast students. "Whatever you all want. But for now..." he clutched his chest, trying not to think of the pain of losing his one and only friend for good. "For now, let's leave her to mourn on her own." He whispered under Rhea's loud wails.

The Archbishop climbed on the steps and threw herself on the throne, hugging it as though she did her mother, crying like she hadn’t cried in ages past.

I'll protect her from the public scorn however I can... I hope that's enough to fulfill my promise, Sothis.

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things-we-used-tc-share · 5 years

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Come and Fly Away With Me

Warnings: Logan angst, running away from (Thomas’ brain) home

Ship: Sleeplogical

Plot: Have you ever felt so exhausted that you wish you could just run away? Logan hadn’t thought it to be possible, until now of course.

Written for: @creativity-killed-thekitten

Logan’s exhausted, he’s been pacing up and down for hours, every single one of his suggestions deflected and torn apart. He’s exhausted and furious. He steps outside of the mindscape into the empty subconscious and stares before he starts to walk into the nothingness. Then he’s running, sprinting so fast he can almost feel the wind on his skin.

“Running away?” The voice is quiet, calm but...with a bite, for a moment it reminds him of Roman, same sass and wit, but with an edge that is almost like Virgil’s. He stops running and stares around the empty until his eyes meet a figure. Leather jacket hanging off his shoulder, a cup of coffee in his hands. “You won’t get far running around Thomas’ mind,”

Logan swallows and steps forward, viewing him with curiosity “Are you...one of the others?” He is, of course, referring to what Roman refers to as ‘the dark sides’, but the man only laughs and slides his shade up his head, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I’m not particularly a side, no, I just...live here, I like to think of myself as...chaotic good as far as your annoying characterizations of good and evil go,” Logan bristles a bit, it’s not ‘his’ characterizations. Arms folded, he gives the newcomer a studious look “My name is Remy, or I suppose, sleep,”

The logical facet straightens, his eyebrows furrowed, he hadn’t realized there was a sleep facet although it would definitely explain Thomas’ complete inability to do so if the coffee in his hands in anything to go off. “I didn’t realize,”

“Nobody ever does, sweetheart, it’s the beauty of not wanting to be found,” Remy offers the coffee to Logan, who shakes his head “Now if you’re really wanting to run away for a little while, I can help with that,” his eyebrows furrow, curious. “See I have a habit of...slipping away because it’s amusing and because the world out there...is less empty, no offense Thomas if you happen to be listening, I suppose I could help you out for a little while, for you to clear your head,”

Logan blinks “But Thomas...”

“No offense honey but logic isn’t exactly something any of them appear to be listening to, I highly doubt you will be missed,” Remy doesn’t seem to care much for the fact that what’s left of Logan’s heart sinks ever so slightly, but his face remains as calculated and expressionless as ever “no offense,” he repeats with a slight smirk, Logan highly doubts he means it.

“Okay,”

Remy grins and clicks his fingers when Logan next looks up, he’s...somewhere. A busy street is full of people as they walk past. Someone walks straight into him and the logical side inhales sharply “Apologies,” he replies gently and receives a forgiving nod in response.

“Well, brainiac, the worlds your oyster,” Remy gestures around, straightening his leather jacket as he wanders “Just be back before midnight,” he winks “What will you do with your freedom?”

“I think I’ll go to the aquarium,” Logan mutters slightly, looking down the streets he’d only seen in a passenger seat, through someone else's eyes. He doesn’t miss the eyeroll Remy shoots in his general direction. “Can you get me back? When I’m ready?” the embodiment of sleep nods.

“Just let me know,” He hesitates, looking Logan up and down, taking the starry-eyed wonder into consideration. Not his usual type but, endearing nonetheless. “Actually, I think I’ll stick around,” He interjects “Make sure you don’t break the laws of the universe and such,” Logan snorts slightly “Lead the way specs,”

“What do you mean Logan’s gone?” Thomas grips at his hair slightly “How can he be gone can you guys even leave like that?” Patton shrugs and Roman scratches the back of his head. Virgil shakes his head.

“Well we need to find him,” Roman declares “Where would he be? If you had the freedom to the world where would you go first?” Patton looks confused, going through several answers, all of which are shut down.

Virgil sighs heavily “The aquarium,” He says loudly “He will be in the aquarium,” He rolls his eyes at the shocked expression “If you were Logan and you had a limited time to explore the world you would go to the closest place that held knowledge about something you’re fascinated about, he’s at the aquarium,”

Thomas takes a moment to process this, with half his left brain down he simply nods.

“Right, that’s where we’ll go then,”

“The ocean is the only thing that has ever scared me,” Logan mutters “All it’s unknown quantities, how deep it goes, there’s so much out there, and I can never quite live in it,” Remy frowns at the sudden melancholy expression, watching the reflection of the sharks in his glasses as they swim. “The other’s don’t seem to care, that we’re conscious and we can think but we’re imprisoned to only live in the passenger seat, never truly touch or think or live our own lives, only a parody of it,” His hand reaches out to touch the glass.

Remy doesn’t really know what to say, he doesn’t know why the other’s dont get to go and please as they like. He realises it may be because he never needed to have a constant physical presence within Thomas. So perhaps, unknowingly, he had been given privileges that the sides had not. But now he feels almost angry, that Logan, so in love with the world and how it works, had never had a taste of freedom before.

He’s watched them all for so long from the shadows. He knew their roles and what they were like. Virgil, snappy and sarcastic and anxious, Patton, naive but full of love, Roman a prideful egotist who means well, and Logan...intriguing and unusual Logan. He was the least like anyone Remy had ever met before, and he’d met a lot of people, mainly men in his adventures.

Logan never once looked sad even when everyone could tell that he was.

Remy’s eyebrow quirked slightly, bringing the straw of his iced coffee to his lips, he couldn’t even think of something witty to say right now. “I suppose the sea is...interesting,” Not quite as interesting as the star-struck look on Logan’s face, eyes wide, genuine...genuine expressions of emotions. The sleep facet dares to think the other looks attractive when he’s not so focused on refusing to show himself.

“It is, quite,” Logan’s face moves from the tank to study Remy instead, a small half-smile on his lips. Remy’s lip quirk in response.

“Come on nerd, there’s still plenty to see,” He squeezes the other’s arm and brushes past him, ignoring the way that small smile makes his stomach twist with warmth.

“Can you guys shut up when we’re in public? It makes me look crazy,” Thomas sighs, hood pulled up over his head as he mutters to the other three that are trailing behind him.

“Sorry kiddo! I forget other people can’t see us,” Roman nudges Patton in response “Right, sorry,” Virgil sighs and rolls his eyes as they get to the front of the aquarium. “How did he get in if you have to pay?”

“Somehow I doubt he charmed his way in,” Roman mutters, Thomas sighs slightly, handing over some money for a ticket and making his way inside. He paid attention to the people, glancing around before he starts moving quickly though, it’s quite empty so he doesn’t have to do a lot of checking everyone is not Logan.

He passes through, past the sharks, ignoring Patton’s exclamations. He goes through a few more rooms, before turning towards the tunnel, freezing. “Is that...?” Roman asks quietly, Thomas nods.

They move from the sharks and through another room, marveling at the species around him. When they turned they stood at the entrance of a tunnel, the fish swam over the top, in schools, many cohabited species. Logan steps forward, his eyes like stars as he looks around watching them gleam and shimmer. Remy follows after him for a moment, until Logan stops in the middle, his head tilted back as he stares up and watches them swim over the top.

Logan smiles.

It’s a wide smile, eyebrows raised and eyes shining with warmth. In the years Remy had observed Logan he had never seen him express so much emotion in one expression, so calm and...soft. The coffee addict sips his drink, intrigued as he stands next to the logical facet and takes in the sight, trying to see what he sees. “Thank you,” Remy hums in response, turning to look at Logan, whose gaze is already looking at him. “Thank you so much, for this,” Remy turns his entire body, a small smile on his lips.

“You’re welcome,” He leans a little, hand resting on his hip as he looks up, the expression hadn’t changed, still warm and full of life. He knows he doesn’t understand how much this means to Logan, but it also doesn’t matter. That smile tells him enough.

Logan’s eyes flicker over his face, dark eyes taking in the expression of someone who’d given him his dream. And Remy, simply doing it for the sake of causing trouble, hadn’t quite realized until now. Usually, when Remy is attracted to someone it’s because they’re a pretty face, but Logan has so much brain behind those bright eyes. He isn’t his type, not really unless you count Remy’s penchant for handsome young men looking at him like he had saved their life.

Remy brings the coffee cup to his lips, a slightly coy expression on his face as he takes the straw between his lips and sucks lightly. Logan’s eyes follow the movement, and he’s trying to identify all the emotions he seems to be feeling at once. Had the real world made him somehow more human? Or is it because he has no need to hide them right now?

Remy moves the cup, his tongue darting out of his lips to catch the last few drops of his coffee as he tilts his head just slightly, curiously. The smile on his lips is asking for trouble. Logan seems to think so too as he steps a little closer, his hand coming to rest on Remy’s cheek.

The caffeine addict grins and steps closer, pulling the other by his shirt for their lips to meet. Logan’s lips part wilfully, his arm resting around Remy’s waist. Logan had never kissed anyone in his life, but somehow, now he’s glad he has.

When they pull away to feel eyes on them, they see Thomas stood there, eyes wide.

“You two...know each other?”

Logan is silent on the walk back to Thomas’ apartment, Remy has a rather pleased expression on his face, but Thomas? Thomas is looking like he’s re-evaluating everything he’s ever known.

“I didn’t realize you could...” The door closes behind the three of them, Logan mourns his freedom quietly as he leans against the breakfast bar. Thomas is gesturing wildly, he feels like a parent trying to give his kids a sex talk. “You’re a part of me,” He sighs “This isn’t..logical,”

Logan nods “I agree,” He pauses “It’s news to me too,” Thomas looks at Remy, shaking his head.

“Put him back where he belongs, and leave him there, no more running off it’s...I can’t even think properly without him,” He looks a little angry, a little tired, and very frustrated. But Remy rests his coffee cup on the table and folded his arms.

“So then maybe you should have paid some attention to him in the first place,” Thomas physically recoils and Logan’s eyebrows raise so fat they almost disappear into his hair. “All of you, and I know you three can hear me even if I can’t see you, none of you realize how much he is worth until he’s not there and then you have the nerve to be angry and upset?”

Logan stands up a little straighter, trying to hide the small smirk on his lips as he looks away from the two bickering men. “As...elated as I am to finally hear someone coming to my defense, conflict is...unnecessary, I’ve had my fill, and I’m quite alright to return, it won’t happen again,” Thomas looks down at the floor, Remy glances between them before he sighs and clicks his fingers.

Patton, Roman, and Virgil all look a little sheepish, exchanging glances and looking nervously at Logan, trying to compute everything that had just happened. Logan had run away because he was tired of not being listened too.

And now there’s this guy that Thomas seems to know, that they don’t know and suddenly Logan is kissing him? There’s a lot to this story that seems to have gaps and none of them can understand. So Roman swallows his pride and asks.

And Logan explains.

“So...there’s the literal embodiment of sleep, who often escapes outside into the real world and communicates with people, keeping Thomas up all night?” Remy nods, he’s already made himself another cup of coffee “And you took Logan with you because he needed a break...from us?” He nods again.

Roman sighs disdainfully, rubbing his forehead with clear distress written on his face. “Logan...we are so sorry,” The logical side bristles slightly, clearly not used to this, Remy’s eyebrow quirks “We’re sorry that you felt you needed to escape from us, I’m sorry that we didn’t listen when you talked,” Patton nods beside him, whilst Virgil looks down at his feet.

“And thank you, Remy, for listening to him when we didn’t,” Thomas adds quietly.

Remy doesn’t have the heart to admit that he hadn’t done it out of care, not really, although he’s certainly more invested now after an hour of listening to Logan talk about fish, not the most adventurous of turn-ons but he can work with it. Initially, he’d done it simply because of the chaos it would cause, for the fun and the laugh.

“No problem,”

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Eyeshadow Part 1

A/N: So now I’m writing a thing for this too apparently. I hope people like it. I didn’t plan for angst and it’s not too intense but there are some feels later, not really in this part though.

Pairings: Prinxiety, background Logicality.

In a desperate attempt to get attention so this doesn’t totally flop: @prinxietys (sorry you’re great please Validate Me™)

“Hey Anxiety, if you HAD to have a new years resolution, what would it be?”

“Probably to find darker eyeshadow to better match my soul.”

“You, are an emo nightmare.”

“Thank you.”

It had been months and Roman couldn’t figure out why the exchange was still going around and around in his head.

He had started talking to Anxiety more after the Dark Side Of Disney video and the others had tried to at least be civil to the darker side. Really Roman was the only one to talk to him regularly, Pranks and Missy were needed for videos less often and had taken to exploring the mindscape for days at a time. Meanwhile Logan and Morality were too busy dancing around each other desperately wishing the other felt the same which was honestly fascinating to watch. He often speculated with Anxiety how long it would be before those two figured it out.

As it turned out, Anxiety was more interesting and complex than the others realized. He turned up a lot later than the others and wasn’t summoned in for a video (even a short one) until much later again so they collectively didn’t get to know him very well.

On an ordinary day the four of them hung out in the commons, each on their own chairs which were, naturally, completely mismatched. Roman, of course, had a throne while Morality would lean back in his recliner and often pretend to sleep, earning annoyed looks from Logan which immediately softened when his eyes landed on Morality’s poorly hidden smile. Missy and Pranks had beanbags which they dragged in from their rooms when they were around. Anxiety’s chair was, obviously, all black. It was cozy but not too small and just deep enough to be able to curl up in any direction and be comfortable. Anxiety sat on the floor in front of it more often than not.

It became less of an ordinary day when Roman couldn’t keep his eyes or thoughts off Anxiety. Either the other was doing better than usual today or he was nearly out of eyeshadow because the bags under his eyes seemed much less intense than usual.

Once again that conversation from months ago floated into his thoughts and finally decided that he’d do something nice for the youngest trait (although really they were all the same age as Thomas himself.)

–

After the next video Roman stayed out for a while which startled Thomas. He had left the four facets to eat their pizza and ‘sink down’ as usual so he was surprised to go downstairs after packing up the camera and find Roman sitting on the couch.

“Roman! What are you still doing out here?”

“I wanted to ask you a favour.”

“Ok, what do you need?”

“I was wondering if you could maybe go out and get Anxiety some better eyeshadow. He’s almost out and I wanted to do something nice for him because I think he feels a bit like an outsider.”

“Umm, sure, I can do that but? Don’t you guys just make up whatever you need in there? You are inside my head after all…”

“That doesn’t work for things we need to have when we come out here though. First time you summoned us it took a while because we had to fight it off long enough to find physical clothes to wear which you’ve probably noticed are now missing from your wardrobe.”

“Ok so if you made up some new eyeshadow it wouldn’t be there when he showed up for a video?”

“Exactly.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Roman sank down after that, hoping that Anxiety had gone straight to his room as usual and not stayed around to sit with the others in the commons after the video.

When he showed up back in those very commons he was glad to find Anxiety’s chair empty. Logan and Morality weren’t there either so he assumed they were off in their rooms, probably each talking themselves out of saying anything to the other after all the obvious flirting they’d both totally missed while making the video. He chuckled, those two were so oblivious sometimes.

Roman went to his room too and slept off the effects to the video. It’s not easy to physically manifest and then remove yourself from existence after all.

–

The next few days were relatively quiet for the sides. Missy and Pranks came back for a few hours to check in and add to the map that was slowly getting filled in. Missy left their beanbag in the commons again and when Morality took it back to their room the pastel colours were interrupted by a bucket of flour falling all over everything, Pranks was to thank for that of course.

As time passed though, Roman got more and more worried that he’d made a mistake asking Thomas to get the eyeshadow. It had been a week and he hadn’t gone out at all.

A few days later Roman felt the tug of being summoned and let it pull him through to the corner in which he usually stood. Thomas still hadn’t gone out at all so he was surprised to find a collection of dark eyeshadows on the table, until he remembered online shopping. Chuckling quietly at his own foolishness he stepped forward and collected the make up, pausing to thank Thomas before sinking down again.

He wanted to give Anxiety the eyeshadow but he couldn’t think of a way to do it face to face without admitting that he’d been thinking about that one conversation for months which would be awkward. In the end he snuck into Anxiety’s room one day while the darker side was busy keeping Thomas out of dangerous situations, which usually meant all situations when Anxiety was involved.

He left the gift on the dresser with a note: For the Emo Nightmare.

Part 2 here

#thomas sanders #prinxiety #prinxety fic #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #angst

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