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The Morals of Evil

My Dearest Procyon

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Logan was yanked from where he curled around himself atop his bench, hitting the ground with a solid thud.

He didn’t bother trying to fight. He knew how this went. It wasn’t the first time he had been dragged from his slumber by the brutes that worked for Noname.

Two pairs of rough hands gripped him under the arms and dragged him up off the floor. He tried to stand, but weakness that had set in from hunger left his legs practically useless.

The men paid no mind as they carried him out of the cell to be tortured once more.

Despite his dread, Logan didn’t protest or whimper. No, this was expected. At least there was one good thing that came out of it: he’d get away from that bone chilling cold for just a little bit.

…………………..

By the time Logan was tossed back into his cell, like a sack of potatoes fresh off the wagon, he wasn’t sure how long he’d been gone.

He didn’t bother to move off the frozen stone floor or wrap his clothing more tightly around himself. Everything hurt far too much.

It must have been days. He had drifted in and out of consciousness throughout his time with Noname’s Confessor, but he wasn’t sure if that was from the pain or exhaustion. Logically, he knew that he wouldn’t die from this torture. Noname would send a healer soon enough to ensure that.

He groaned, shifting to relieve some of the weight on his dislocated shoulder, flopping onto his back and hissing from the whip lashes that still oozed.

He peered up at the moss covered ceiling, his vision beginning to blur. What he wouldn’t give for an end to all of his suffering.

The world began to fade.

He couldn’t give in. He couldn’t give Noname the information he was searching for.

Suddenly, everything went black.

…………………………………

Logan huddled around himself, a small flame dancing between his fingers.

He coughed weakly, curling closer around the little heat that the small flame produced, ignoring the sound of people milling past his small alley in the busy street.

“Ah, there you are!” a silky voice came, causing Logan to glance up at the well dressed man. “I thought I sensed magic. Though, I have to say, finding someone so young is a surprise.”

Noname bent low, offering out a hand to the young Logan, who shied away from the movement, obviously expecting to be struck.

“Don’t worry, Kiddo,” Noname cooed softly. “I’m not going to hurt you. How about you come with me and we get you a nice meal and some warm clothes?”

Logan eyed him suspiciously, but the mention of food had his stomach growling.

“Come on now, I know you must be-”

“So this is how it happened,” Logan’s dream companion commented, appearing just over Noname’s shoulder. “It’s about time.”

Logan pushed himself to his feet, becoming aware of the dream just as he always did when the other man appeared.

“Why are you so interested in my meeting with Noname, anyway?” Logan asked, brushing off the snow from his trousers.

“You’re the oldest of his followers,” the violet eyed man pointed out, as he circled the unmoving man in question. “No one really knows anything about you, aside from the fact that you’re his seer.”

“Was his seer,” Logan corrected. “Now I’m nothing more than his prisoner.”

“A seer that disobeyed him,” the companion commented, pulling himself up to sit on one of the crates.

“With good reason,” Logan countered. Something tugged at his mind. There were so many pieces to this puzzle and yet he couldn’t put it together. Who was this man, what was his interest in Logan, and why did he seem so familiar?

As if sensing Logan’s confusion, the companion waved his hand, quickly replacing it with the ever present apathy that accompanied these dreams.

“I dunno,” the younger man said pointedly, “it seems like a prolonged amount of torture and your enevitable death would be reason enough not to disobey him.”

“The things I’ve seen,” Logan replied, “They are reason enough to endure such treatment.” He moved to study the younger face of his old friend. Noname had been quite handsome back then, with kind features and a warm smile. Logan couldn’t help but stare, just for a moment. The man before him no longer existed, that much was clear.

The feeling of loss made his chest constrict painfully.

“What did you see?” The dream companion asked, peering at Logan eagerly.

Logan tensed at the question, his head suddenly beginning to pound. The dream around them shook violently, tossing his companion off of the crate with only the blanket of snow to cushion his fall.

“Nevermind!” The fallen man cried, not having expected such a violent reaction from Logan. It appeared he’d have to ease his way into that particular topic. Luckily his dismissal seemed to work in calming Logan, or at least stop the dream world from collapsing around them.

“And they call me temperamental,” the violet eyed man scoffed as he pulled himself to his feet, bushing off his dark cloak. “So, Noname found you. Then what?”

The image began to fade at the question. The unmoving version of Noname shimmered before dissolving into the snow, replaced by a large table inside a crowded inn.

Logan turned towards the new scene, catching sight of Noname.He sank down on an empty bench as his old friend placed a steaming bowl of stew in front of him.

“So, tell me about yourself, Kiddo,” Noname smiled, sitting across from him. “Where are your parents?”

Logan didn’t answer as he watched him, studying his features. His heart ached for this man, just as it had done before. Not the man that currently held him prisoner, but the man before him; the one that had pulled him off the streets and offered him safety and warmth.

“Whoa! Slow down! You’re going to make yourself sick,” Noname laughed. Logan noticed for the first time that the bowl of stew seemed to be emptying itself out, sloshing over the sides as if someone was currently ravishing it.

Noname turned to call for another bowl before the image froze.

“Seeing him like this is creepy,” the companion commented, suddenly at Logan’s shoulder once more. “He seems so…” the man grimaced, “.… Smiley.”

“He was like that back then,” Logan nodded, giving his own soft smile.

“When did he turn?” The companion asked, erasing Logan’s smile instantly.

The scene dissolved into another new dream.

Noname stood perched on a large pedestal built in the center of a crowded courtyard A light shone from his chest and the crowd of people shuffled closer and closer.

Logan brushed past them as they parted to make way. Soon he stood at the base of a large flowing fountain.

Noname smiled down at Logan. He bent to cup his hands into the water and offered them out for the man to drink. Logan obeyed. Noname’s shine dimmed just slightly as Logan’s own incandescence appeared. When Logan stepped back into the crowd, another man stepped forward. Noname bent, scooping water before offering it out. His glow faded again.The process repeated.

“Sharing a source of magic doesn’t turn someone evil,” The companion commented, pulling Logan’s attention.

“Noname is not evil,” Logan chided with a glare.

“How can you say that after everything he’s done to you?” the other man demanded with confusion.

“Evil is a construct that keeps humanity in what we consider a moral line, but it is not a force or a being. Evil is an act which we consider bad,” Logan lectured. “A person does not turn evil.”

“Whatever you say,” the companion scoffed with a roll of his eyes. “My question still stands.”

“If you are trying to understand what made him who he is, perhaps you should understand this,” Logan sighed, obviously not too enthused by the line of conversation. “If a man murders another in order to save the lives of the ones he cares about, does that make him evil?”

“Well…” the companion mumbled, obviously considering the scenario, “no.”

“And yet, he has still committed murder,” Logan replied.

“Yes, but for a good reason,” the companion countered.

“So, an inherently evil act can be considered good if the reasons are justified?”

“I… suppose so,” The companion shrugged, “I don’t think I understand where this is going.”

“Of course you don’t,” Logan retorted, earning a glare. “Noname was a good man who cared greatly for those who found themselves in need. He was willing to share himself with each and every one of them until-”

“Until there was nothing left,” The companion realized, peering over his shoulder at the now dimly lit man who still scooped water.

Logan nodded. “If you give too much of yourself away, it can be hard to continue to see the good in the world. You lose sight of what is important.Instead of doing what’s right or good, you fight to support others.” Logan nodded towards the shadow of the man in question. “You starve for power and will do anything it takes to obtain it because without it you lose the ones you’ve struggled to care for and that…” He paused, shaking his head, the image obviously paining him. “Well, that is worse than death itself.”

Silence fell for a moment as Logan’s companion took the words in.

“You’re telling me that Noname does what he does out of love?” He scoffed. “That’s a bit hard to believe.”

“No,” Logan huffed in mirthless amusement. “No, I’m telling you that is how it started. He’s since lost sight of that. All he knows now is the thirst for power.”

“Which is why you disobeyed him?”

“In part,” Logan nodded, turning away from the scene, unable to watch any longer. “I am a seer. I’ve seen many things. Some of which has proven to me that my decision is one I doubt I will ever regret.”

“So, you saw the outcome of his next endeavor?” The companion asked.

“I saw a few outcomes, yes.”

“So, what the big deal. Why not tell him?”

Logan pinned him with a flat stare. “Knowledge is power. You should keep that in mind. That’s what these dream interrogations are all about, aren’t they?” Logan asked, feeling no small amount of pride at the surprised look the other man gave. “Yes, I knew what was happening despite your attempts to keep my mind clouded. I’ve seen what Noname will have to do to gain the power he seeks. I’ve seen how he can accomplish it and how he can lose it. Noname knows this. He also knows that the likelihood that he will obtain that power without my assistance is very slim. More importantly I have seen the outcome of what will happen if Noname succeeds.”

“So, what if-”

“No!” Logan snapped, taking a step forward, his eyes starting to shimmer with an eerie blue light. “Let me be clear, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you pry, no matter how much flesh they tear from my body, I will NOT help him achieve his goals! Noname does not care what happens IF he manages to take the power he wants. He only cares that he succeeds in obtaining it. And if you have any self-preservation or care for your fellow man, you will see to it that he never does!”

Virgil staggered back as Logan’s power engulfed his own, bringing the younger man’s name to the forefront of Logan’s mind. Yes, He remembered him! Virgil had barely been older than Logan had been when he was taken in. He had-

“I’m not a coward!” Virgil yelled angrily, straightening. “I’m not the one wasting away in a cell because he’s afraid of power!”

“Ha!” Logan laughed coldly, “I am willingly marching towards my own death and you think that is cowardice! I would hate to see your definition of bravery,”

“Don’t you get it?!” Virgil snapped in response, though he found himself sinking back at the sound of Logan’s laughter. “The more powerful Noname gets the more powerful we all do!”

Logan’s amusement evaporated instantly, anger flooding him. The dreamscape began to shake just as it had done before, making Virgil stumble to keep his balance.

“You’re just like the rest of them.” Logan growled, “So power hungry. So selfish.” Logan’s presence seemed to grow. At first the sense was something intangible, like the an empath could feel another’s distress. Then, Logan’s physical form grew, doubling in size in a matter of seconds.

“I am not doing this for my sake you imbecile! I’m doing it for him! For you! For all of y-”

Virgil snapped, his fingers sliding against one another, the sound echoing in Logan’s mind.

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Logan started awake, his heavy breathing causing small white puffs in front of him. What was that? He hadn’t dreamed of Noname like that in years. And who was that stranger?

Even now the details of the other man’s face were fading with the dream, as they always did. If only he had something to write down the details of the dream. He glanced about the cell, the shadows covering everything with a layer of ebony. Even if he could see, he was certain there would be nothing to find, and he was extremely hesitant to unravel himself from where he was curled, determined to contain his body heat.

He could feel himself shivering. The fact that he had managed to fall asleep in the first place was nothing short of a miracle. His back ached from where he had been whipped. The wounds were healing well enough considering how little he was fed. He was sure they’d be nothing more than faint lines by now. At least he no longer had to worry about them breaking open with every movement.

A flash of red-orange light caught his eye. The sliver burst into the room, practically blinding him for a moment. He blinked against the force of it, eyes watering slightly at the sting, trying to pinpoint its source. As quickly as it had appeared however, it was gone, leaving nothing more than the ghosts of an outline on his retinas.

It had come from the opposing wall, of that much he was sure.

He hesitated, considering if he really wanted to move from his spot to investigate. It would do him little good to remain where he was. Nothing would change. He would still be locked away, in blackness, with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company.

He shifted, turning to drape his feet over the side of the bench, numb toes brushing against the rough stone floor. Wrapping an arm around his chest, he stood, padding over to the opposite wall, using an outstretched hand and his memory to guide him.

When his fingers finally met with resistance, another wave of the same unnatural coldness permeated his very bones. He gasped softly, the feeling making his shaking double.

“It won’t kill me,” he reminded himself. His voice seemed excessively loud in the silence of his cell, making his heart quicken a bit more as he let his hand slide across the stone and moss.

Judging from the trajectory of the light, he assumed it had to have come from a spot no higher than his shoulder. He couldn’t just stand there blindly groping for the source. That was far too impractical. He would freeze to death by then.

He paused, annoyed with himself at the thought. Once again, he reminded himself that the cold was nothing more than an illusion created by his own magic. It was nothing to fear. The only thing to worry about was his own reaction to it. He had to stay calm.

Still, he didn’t want to be there all night (or was it day?) searching for something he might have imagined. Even with the ghost outline still fading from his vision, Logan second guessed himself.

No… It had been there. He just had to find it.

He could split the wall into small imaginary grids, taking it grid by grid until he found it. It would be tedious work, but it would take far less time than having to backtrack to test portions he may or may not have covered. There was little reason not to. His body could use the opportunity for a bit of exercise, even if it was so minute.here was very little else to occupy his mind.

And so, he began at one end of the wall, moving slowly to allow his icy digits to study the stone beneath them. He moved down the wall, then back up again, forcing his knees to bend as he worked, feeling his muscles burn despite the cold. Minutes turned into an hour, an hour turned into two. Nothing came of his work. There was nothing more than moss and stone. He had nothing to show for his effort but an aching body and an acceptance of his oncoming insanity. …………………………………………………………… Logan shivered, pulling his tattered clothing more tightly around himself as he huddled against the crates.

He kicked some of the snow surrounding him, trying to get it away from his frozen body. It was all he could do to stay warm.

The crunch-crunch of footfalls in the snow had him perking up.

A customer!

He willed his frozen legs to hurry down the alley and into the street where he spotted a well dressed couple laughing as they made their way along the sidewalk.Logan didn’t speak as he rushed towards them, the freshly fallen powder covering his bare feet, numbing them.

The man pulled the woman next to him to a stop, a look of disgust painting his features as Logan, in his filth and rags approached, holding up a small origami bird and an empty hand, begging for coins.

The man whispered something to the faceless woman making her laugh before he kicked Logan in the side, sending him to the ground, holding his cracked ribs.

For good measure, the man kicked him again, sending him skidding across the ground and hitting the wall of a nearby shop.

Logan didn’t get up.

The cold enveloped him.

He grew tired… so tired…

Would it be so bad if he just fell asleep there?

Would anyone even notice?

“And I thought I had it bad,” his dream companion commented, causing Logan’s eyes to shoot open.

The man’s shoes stood only a few feet away from Logan’s face as he peered down at the boy. No, Logan was no longer a boy. His rags had been replaced with his usual tunic and trousers, his body growing into manhood quickly.

“Judging from the fact that you’re currently trapped in a dungeon, I assume you didn’t die here.” The man commented, offering a hand out to pull Logan up.

“No,” Logan nodded, accepting the help. “No, I didn’t die, not physically anyways.”

The purple eyed man’s brows furrowed in confusion at the words. “I don’t understand.”

Logan brushed the snow off of his clothing, glancing back at where the indent of his childhood body was still imprinted.

“There are a great number of ways a man can die,” Logan mumbled softly, “The physical death is perhaps the most merciful.”

His companion stared at him for a long moment, letting the words sink in.

“My hope for humanity died that day,” Logan admitted, turning away from the scene.

“From one beating?” the other man asked, making Logan snort.

“This was not an isolated incident, but a daily occurence,” Logan clarified, walking into the shimmering dreamscape, away from the icy coldness of both his emotions and the snow.

His companion hesitated, still peering down at the child sized indent for a few moments before hurrying after.

“Then why dream of this one in particular? What makes it so bad?”

Logan eyed him wearily. It was the first time in these interactions that he felt any continuous emotion aside from apathy. Still, he answered.

“I had been starving for longer than usual. It was the worst winter in a very long time. I had been forced to sleep in the snow before, but without proper clothing, nutrition, or money, I was closer to dying than ever.” The feeling of that winter haunted him to this day, the icy fingers of death gripping him so tightly he couldn’t breath.

It was the main inspiration for the enchantments currently torturing him in his cell.

“But you didn’t die. So, what happened? How’d you survive?” The man asked excitedly, pulling Logan to a stop. “Was it Noname? Did he finally find you?”

Logan snorted in amusement, facing the younger man. “Hardly,” he spat. “No, Noname wouldn’t find me until I had what he wanted. That’s the way he works, even back then.”

“Then how’d you do it?”

Logan pursed his lips, obviously debating how much to tell.

The other man frowned. With a wave of his hand, he seemed to erase Logan’s concerns, turning him back to the apathetic nature he had grown accustomed to in these dreams.

“How did you survive?” The man asked again.

Logan lifted his own hand, palm up, gaze shifting to stare down at the small flame that appeared there.

“I discovered the theory of Ouroboros,” Logan stated.

“The what?” The other man asked in confusion.

“Magic. I discovered magic,” Logan huffed in defeat.

“What was your source? Who did you make a deal with?!” The other man rushed, obviously surprised.

“No one. It is one of the reasons Noname sought me out. I used myself as-”

Logan jerked as he was pulled away from the other man suddenly. It was a disorienting feeling.

“NO!” His companion cried in anger. “We’re so close!”

His voice began to mingle with the sound of others as they grew louder in his ears.

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Logan grunted as his knees slammed into the stone floor, sending a jolt of pain up his body, sending it forward, forcing him to catch himself, arms outstretched. The cool dampness seeped into his palms with unnatural speed as the sound of the door to his cell echoed against the mildewed walls.

He didn’t bother glancing behind him. He knew what he would find there; the light of the lantern forming the shadowy silhouettes of his imprisoners as they retreated, leaving the darkness to pounce on his huddled and already shivering form.

He straightened slightly, pulling his tattered cloak around himself for what little warmth it offered. He knew it would be hopeless, he had helped construct these dungeons. The bone piercing temperature was an enchantment of his own design. It wouldn’t be enough to kill him, just torture him for the length of his stay.

Pushing to his feet, he stumbled over to the rotting wooden bench in the corner. It was the only adornment to the room aside from the dripping icicles that hung from the ceiling and the black hued moss padding a few of the cracks in the wall. The wood at least provided him a bit of a barrier between him and the stone floor, the porous material sucking his body heat like a man dying of thirst. He needed to stay as warm as possible, needed to keep his head. He could not allow for Noname to win.

He curled closer around himself, drawing his knees up to his chest. He was tired… So, very tired… …………………………………………………………………………………………………… Logan’s quill scratched against parchment in quick short strokes. He had to get these notes taken quickly before anyone saw. They were imperative to their goal and if others were to discover their purpose-

“Very good, Logan,” A familiar soothing voice came causing Logan to glance up. Noname stood next to him smiling down at Logan. “This is wonderful work. We’re going to do great things and it's all because of you.”

Logan couldn’t help but return the smile, pride filling him as he peered up into his friend’s face. “None of it would be possible without your help.” Noname looked so young as he spoke, the lines of his face smooth.

“I’m always happy to help. You’ve done so much for me, it’s the least I can do,” Logan found himself replying. He meant every word. He would do anything for the man next to him. The man who had given him power, had opened his library, his studies, his-

Something was wrong. Logan blinked slowly, his mind beginning to clear. This was… a memory? No, that wasn’t right, everything was just a little too off. A dream perhaps? He glanced around the small study. The walls were a strange shimmering shade of grey, while the furniture and books around him were perfectly in focus. Yes, this had to be a-

“Wow, how long ago was this?” A new voice came, causing Logan to spin in surprise. “He looks barely older than I am.” The man before Logan stood a few inches shorter than him, with a large cloak that seemed far too big for his slight frame and a pair of piercingly violet eyes that could unnerved even the most stoic of individuals.

Logan’s gaze narrowed as he studied the stranger. No, stranger was the wrong word. There was something familiar about him. He knew him from somewhere. Why couldn’t he place him? Surely, he wouldn’t have forgotten such odd eyes.

“A little of fifteen years, if I am not mistaken,” Logan answered, his attention turning back to the image of his friend. Well, he supposed he wasn’t a friend now.

“Fifteen years?” The newcomer asked, arching a brow in surprise. “You’re not that old.” “No,” Logan agreed. “No, I am not. But I have known him for a very long time.” Why was he admitting these things? What was it about this place that made him want to be so honest? He lifted a hand to straighten the yellow handkerchief protruding from Noname’s coat pocket, allowing his fingers to brush against the fabric in languish.

“Since you were a kid?” The violet eyed man asked.

“Yes, though it is difficult to see myself as such.” He gave a small, pained huff of amusement before finally lifting his gaze from the coat packet and back up into Noname’s face. “Even when I was young, I was far more mature than most.”

“Is that why you sought him out? Because you didn’t fit in?” The other asked, sounding surprised.

Logan supposed that some saw it that way, but it was such a simplistic and direct notion. Nothing was ever that simple. No, not with him.

“I didn’t seek him out,” Logan corrected, finally turning from his friend once more, remorse twisting his stomach as he faced his unknown companion. “He was the one that came to me.”

“So, he knew then?”

“Knew what?” Logan asked, though something told him he was supposed to already know. Whatever it was it was important. He could feel his heartrate quicken and his shoulders tense. Why was his body so on edge over the question?

“Knew what you would become,” the man replied simply, studying him.

“What I would become? He made me what I am. Of course, he knew.” Logan’s brows furrowed as he scoffed out his answer. He paused, his confusion deepening. The books and furniture around him flickered slightly. “No… That… That isn’t what you…” The ground seemed to shake, causing him to stumble. Everything seemed to into what felt like water, the light fading slowly as Logan’s feet drifted from beneath him.

“Huh…” he heard the other man breath curiously. “You broke faster than I expected. I’ll have to keep that in mind.” His voice grew fainter with ever word. He seemed to be getting farther and farther away as the world around him turned to darkness once more.

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Chapter 36

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Logan shoved another cracked brick out of the way. His hands hurt, his back was screaming, everything was agony!

“Lo,” Patton sighed softly from behind him.

Logan ignored him, tossing another stone aside in his haste. He could feel the dragon’s pity. He could feel the sadness the other felt for him. He paid no mind.

“Logan,” Patton repeated a bit more firmly, moving forward towards the frantic witch.

“No!” Logan snapped, pulling away from his touch. He continued to dig through the rubble, desperate to get through the crumbled door way.

“Logan, listen to me!” Patton finally demanded, pulling his partner back with just enough force that the lanky man was unable to resist.

“No, Patton!” Logan growled. “I have to get through! What if they’re stuck under the rubble?! What if they’re found?! What if-”

“Logan…” Patton breathed, his tone softening once more as he moved to cup the taller man’s cheeks. “What happens when we find them? At this rate you’ll be too tired to protect them,” the dragon pointed out.

Logan’s shoulders slumped. Patton was right. Patton was always right. How had he let his emotions get so away from-

He felt Patton’s panic underlying his affection for the witch. Patton was worried too. Just as much, if not more, than the witch. Logan was feeding off his emotions again. Damn their bond! It was going to be the death of him if he wasn’t careful.

“S-sorry,” the dragon mumbled, hurt obvious in his gaze as he pulled back. He wasn’t quite sure why Logan was upset, but had a pretty good idea of who was responsible. Patton just couldn’t keep from messing up.

Logan paused, realizing what he had done, becoming more frustrated with their connection. Still, he reached for the smaller man’s hand, taking it in his.

“Don’t be,” he tried to reassure. “I will grow accustomed to our bond. It will just take time.” He offered the dragon a small smile, leaning in to press a kiss against his forehead. The action seemed to warm Patton enough that even Logan calmed a bit.

“There has to be another way around,” Patton offered after a moment, glancing at the rubble once more.

Logan paused. Once again, Patton was correct. Still, getting around without being seen would be even more difficult, not to mention they couldn’t be sure which paths were collapsed and which were safe. A wrong turn could set them back far too much if Roman’s condition worsened any more than it already had.

“I need to think,” Logan huffed, sinking down onto a large piece of crumbled wall.

Patton nodded, moving to glance over the edge of the outer wall. This had gotten out of hand far too quickly. Everything was a mess!

The smaller man breathed deeply.

A large inhale.

Exhale.

A thin spiral of smoke escaped from him as he sighed. The sound had Logan glancing up to him.

“Patton!” Logan gasped making the other jump.

“What?! What is it?!” Patton rushed, glancing about for the immediate danger he must be in.

“You’re a dragon!” Logan pointed out causing Patton to hesitate in his confusion.

“Well, yeah,” He chuckled, as he tried to figure out what the witch was getting out. “Last time I checked anyways.”

Logan pushed to his feet, hurrying over to the smaller man and pulling him into his arms. He hoisted Patton’s tiny form off the ground spinning them in a circle. The dragon couldn’t help but giggle as the world around them blurred.

“A beautiful, fantastic, insanely strong dragon!” Logan cheered excitedly.

“Lo! Stop!” Patton laughed, giving him a smack on the chest as he was lowered back onto the stone floor.

“You are about to solve all of our problems!” Logan praised, leaning to taking Patton’s hand in his and bringing it to his lips.

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“Wow,” Remus breathed as they entered the large courtyard. Carved pillars lay toppled and crushed, the large tree that had been towering over the expansive green now lay smoldering on the ground, trunk splintered into pieces. Remus’ gaze finally landed on the tall scarred man currently speaking with one of his soldiers.

“Aw,” Remus sighed in disappointment as he made his way down the steps, pulling Noname’s attention. “You’re already calmed down? But Angry Daddy is always the best Daddy,” he pouted.

“Remus, I don’t have time fo-” the villain hissed, cutting himself off as the group of soldiers behind the twin entered, dragging a still unconscious Roman.

“Oh,” Noname breathed, a smile playing on his pale lips as he shoved the soldier he was speaking to out of the way. “Oh, my love! You found him!”

“I did,” Remus announced proudly, earning a nip in the side from the raccoon still stuffed in his baggy shirt. The foul-smelling man squeaked in surprise before quickly composing himself, elbowing the small bulge under his arm in reprisal.

Thankfully, Noname didn’t seem to catch the interaction, attention far too focused on the prince as he climbed the stairs in his approach.

“Is he-”

“He’s alive,” Remus reassured his lover with a nod.

“Good. Very good,” Noname breathed, moving to brush back the prince’s damp locks. “He’s becoming more trouble than he’s worth and I’m growing tired of it all.”

Noname waved away his men, the group splitting in two as he turned back to Roman’s twin.

“Y-you’re not going to send for the healer?” Remus asked, tensing slightly

“No, dear,” Noname cooed, reaching out to cup his face. “At this rate, it would be more beneficial to simply leave him like this and try to syphon his power while he’s weak than to try and save him,” the vile man explained, thumb lifting to brush against Remus’ bottom lip. “Remind me to reward you properly later. We can-”

“Noname!” Logan’s voice cried.

The man in question tensened, pulling his attention away from Remus and towards the sky as the wind began to pick up with the sound of large beating wings. The smoldering tree ignited once more, sending long flickering shadows across the courtyard as the enormous dragon above began to lower itself slowly.

Patton’s feet struck the ground one by one, sending rippling quakes outwards as he landed, in spite of obviously attempting to add as little as possible to the destruction already present.

Noname’s slitted gaze lifted towards the witch currently sliding off the giant beast’s back and sighed.

“Well, you certainly know how to make an entrance, I’ll give you that,” the scarred man sighed, as he pulled away from Remus and approached.

“Let Roman go!” the witch demanded.

“Or what?” Noname scoffed. “You’re going to breathe fire at me?”

“We might!” Logan warned. “Give him up or we will destroy everything, you included!”

Noname paused, arms crossing over his chest. “Oh, no,” he mocked. “Please don’t destroy everything, me included!” He gave a roll of his eyes before pinning Patton with a flat stare.

“You didn’t tell him, did you?” he asked the dragon, causing Logan to pause.

Logan could feel Patton’s unease grow, shifting to anxiety quickly as Logan glanced at the dragon.

“That you knew each other?” Logan asked, trying to reassure the beast as he turned back toward Noname. “Yes he told me. I don’t see-”

“Oh, Logan…” Noname chuckled. “Patton and I know are more than just acquaintances-”

“Don’t.” Patton’s voice came, the dragon already starting to shift back into his usual human sized self.

“Oh, I see!” Noname laughed at the realization, “You two are bonded! How cute!” he teased, “I always knew you were too soft hearted, Brother.”

Logan tensed. “Brother?” he repeated, trying to process what was happening. He could feel Patton’s shame and pain washing through to him.

Everything fell into place.

Patton and Noname were brothers! That’s why Patton knew him! That’s how he knew Remus! Everything he kept from them... Everything that he lied about...

Shock washed through him.

“Logan I-”

Logan raised a hand, silencing Patton’s pleas. The dragon could feel the witch's emotional turmoil, only adding to his own.

“You of all people know the danger of providing information that can change the outcome of a premonition.” The memory of Patton’s words came rushing back to Logan. “Sometimes it’s not worth the risk.”

Was this what he had really meant then? Was keeping his relationship with Noname from Logan an attempt to avoid their fates?

Or was it an attempt to protect himself?

If the group had known who he was, would they have so willingly accepted his companionship or his help?

Logan’s anger only grew at the thoughts, the feeling of betrayal bubbling up uncontrollably.

“Logan, please!” Patton cried, “It’s not like that!”

“It doesn’t matter!” Logan demanded. “We’re here now and if you’re not going to help then get out of the way!”

………………………………………………………………………………….

“Noname!” Logan’s voice had come, causing Virgil to tense. How had he managed to get there so quickly?

It didn’t matter. Remus had been wrong! He should have never trusted the trash rat in the first place!

Virgil needed to get to Roman.

Noname shifted away, his attention preoccupied as Patton and Logan descended above them. Now was Virgil’s chance!

The raccoon quickly scampered up Remus’ side, poking his head out of his collar to take stock of his surrounding.

“What are you doing?!” the rat-man in question whispered harshly, already trying to shove Virgil back down.

Thankfully, Virgil was too quick for him. The raccoon scrambled from the confines of the fabric and jumped down, scurrying across the small space between the man and a fallen pillar and ducking behind it.

He paused, waiting to see if anyone had noticed.

Nothing.

No cries of attention, no heavy foot falls, just the sound of crackling wood and Logan and Noname’s heated conversation.

He was in the clear.

The procyon hurried onwards, keeping to the shadows of the fallen stone columns, pausing when the damage was severe enough to expose him.

He glanced about taking stock of his surroundings. Patton, Logan, and Noname to his right; Remus behind him. There! Roman and three homunculi to his left!

The prince was slumped against a crumbling wall, as the three soldiers stood in front of him, watching the exchange between the newcomers and their boss. Virgil had to get around them somehow. If only he could get behind…

Yes! There!

Another column across from him had fallen into the wall on the other side of the soldiers. If he was quick enough, he could make it up the pillar and onto the wall behind Roman. If he was lucky, he could make it into the opening behind him and drag him through without the guards noticing until it was too late.

That was a lot of ifs. Still, what other choice did he have...

……………………………………………………………………..

“Now that's no way to speak to the one you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with, Logan,” Noname teased lightly.

“Be quiet!” Logan spat, brows furrowing as he attempted to pull on Patton’s power, fumbling with the thick weaves. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Oh really?” Noname asked, arching a brow. He watched as Logan worked, not bothering to try and stop him. “Maybe I don’t. After all, you were the one that bonded with me in search of power. Then when I wasn’t enough, you chose Virgil as a sacrifice and bonded with him.”

“Shut up!” Logan spat.

“And now you have my poor pitiful pink haired Patton,” the scarred man pointed out. “I for one never lied about our arrangement. You knew exactly what you were getting into. Can you say the same for the others?”

The weave in his hand exploded into a large cloud of smoke, sending the witch into a wheezing fit as he scrambled to get away from it.

“That’s enough!” Patton snapped at his brother, moving to try and help Logan stand. “I’m tired of this! You’re being cruel, Kiddo!”

Hearing Patton use that nickname for his foe caused Logan to jerk away from Patton’s hold on his arm. The action sent him sprawling onto the grass beneath him, hurt washing through the bond. Logan was rejecting Patton again and it pained the dragon to no end.

“I’m just being honest,” the black and yellow clad “kiddo” in question shrugged.

……………………………………………………………………..

“Roman,” Virgil whispered harshly, the energy from shifting to and from his animal form taking its toll on what was left of his metaphysical source. “Roman, please wake up.”

Roman gave no response.

Virgil hesitated. He needed to get the man on his feet and quickly, but…

He could do this. It would be fine. Virgil took a deep breath, the action causing a piercing tinge in his chest. It had him doubling over as he went into another coughing fit. His hand lifted to stifle the sound until it subsided.

Okay, no preparations then…

He just needed to do it.

He shook out his hands, trying to gather his courage.

He pressed a palm against the wound at the prince’s shoulder, the worst of them, and began to weave his tiny frayed magic, the action sending wave upon wave through his body as he tried to heal it.

It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it anymore, the power eating away at his soul taking its toll. His hand dropped from the other man’s shoulder, falling limply to his lap as the last bit of strength ebbed from him.

This was it…

This was how he was going to die….

As useless as ever…

He couldn’t even save-

“V-Virgil?” Roman breathed in confusion, eyes cracking open. “W-what- Am I dreaming?” he mumbled softly.

Virgil hesitated, chest heaving in relief at the sound of the other man’s voice.

“No…” he answered softly. “You’re not.”

Roman’s brows furrowed as he moved to sit up a bit more, the action causing pain to shoot through him.

“But your eyes are-” he shifted again, breath hitching, “both purple!” he finally managed, reaching out for the other man.

Virgil didn’t hesitate to take his hand, pulling it up to nuzzle against the prince’s palm. “It’s a long story,” he admitted looking exhausted. “I’m just glad I found you. I was so worried.”

“Virgil…” Roman breathed, trying to find the words. “I’m so sor-”

“It doesn’t matter,” Virgil reassured. “All that matters is that you’re alright. Remy told me you were-”

“Remy?” Roman asked as it all came flooding back to him. “The baku! They told me you were dying! Are you alright?! What’s going on?!” Roman demanded, sliding his knees under him so he could move closer, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head.

“Ro,” Virgil whispered, “I’m fine for now, but-”

“For now?!” Roman boomed.

“Keep your voice down, you idiot!” the witch hissed, giving him a weak smack. “The guards will-”

It was too late. Before Virgil could muster the energy to react, the soldiers were on top of them once more.

………………………………………………………………………….

“Logan isn’t like that!” Patton yelled at the other man. “He doesn’t use people like you do!”

“Doesn’t he though?” Noname asked. He considered his next course of action. He could kill the witch fairly easily judging by the man’s poor talents, but then he would have to deal with his irate older brother, and that was never fun. “He used naive little Virgil for his own gain,convinced him to bond even though it would kill them both, and then when it was time to jump ship, he found you.”

“It’s not the same!” Patton protested as Logan pushed himself up.

“He’s right,” Logan admitted as he straightened, his resolve flooding through the bond.

“Logan, no…” Patton argued, already aware that it wouldn’t work.

“I used Virgil and all of us know it,” Logan nodded. “I’m the reason he is in the state he is in, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t make it right! My past mistakes do not define who I am, and neither do you!” the witch roared at the well dressed man across from him. “Not anymore! You don’t think I see what you’re doing? Using that silver tongue of yours to turn us against one another isn’t going to wor-”

“My Lord!” A soldier called, as he and another man pulled a struggling Roman further into the courtyard.

“Roman!” Patton cried, taking a few steps before hesitating.

The last guard dragged a weak looking Virgil towards the others, the witch limp, eyes barely open.

“These two were trying to escape,” the soldier continued.

Noname sighed, glancing at the two of them.

“Virgil,” he greeted. “I was wondering where you were. I had assumed if Logan was here you weren’t too far off. Still, I expected better from you.”

Virgil didn’t respond, head hanging low as the soldier supported him.

“Then again, I’m surprised you made it this far,” the villain admitted. “Look at you, you’ve got one foot in the coffin. Honestly, you really should just give in.”

Virgil grunted, feeling the tendrils of Noname’s words pressing against his thoughts. The soothing tone of his voice coaxing his eyes closed. He was right. Virgil should just give in. Let it all go. No more pain… No more wor-

“Fuck you!” Roman spat, fighting against his captures’ hold.

The words pulled the witch from his drowning thoughts, his eyes shooting open.

Noname tisked in annoyance.

“You really are more trouble than you’re worth,” the vile man sighed. “Kill them both.”

“D, please,” Remus pleaded, suddenly at his side, hand on his lover’s arm. “There’s no need for that. I’m sure we can-”

“You consider me a fool, don’t you?” Noname asked his companion.

“What?! No! I-”

“You think I don’t know that you helped him escape?” Noname continued, “I know Roman couldn’t have turned himself human without your help.That he couldn’t have made it as far as he did. You’re lucky I value you so greatly or you’d be joining him!”

“D!” Remus pleaded again.

“That’s enough! Kill them!” He ordered again.

The soldier to Roman’s right pulled away, drawing his sword to give the final blow.

“No!” Virgil cried, suddenly shoving against his capture, throwing him off balance and sending them both sprawling to the ground.

The small witch lifting his hands, fingers dancing across the air as he drew the symbol needed.

He could feel his life force draining once again.

He voice cried out, igniting the rune and sending a large blast of wind rushing towards the prince.

Virgil collapsed against the ground, not even having the strength to catch himself, as Roman and his two captures went flying.

“Virgil!” Logan cried, already sprinting towards the motionless witch.

“Don’t even think about it!” Noname spat, lifting a hand.

Logan froze midstep, an invisible force making him unable to move as Noname began to squeeze the breath from his lungs.

Roman scrambled to his feet, catching sight of the soldier’s discarded sword. He scooped it up as he rushed forwards.

Now was his chance!

The distance closed between himself and the Villain.

Noname was distracted!

He was so close!

All he had to do was to strike him down!

He felt his sword slid against flesh and bone, a sickening squish as the blade embedded into a body.

Horror struck the prince.

The world around him seemed to fade into the background.

……………………………………….

Logan felt his vision blur as his head fogged from lack of oxygen. He needed to stop this. He needed to get to Vir-

Air rushed into him as he was released, bringing a new kind of pain.

His chest screamed in agony, the pain of the wounds on his back nothing in comparison

Sadness filled him, hot tears beginning to stream down his face.

What was happening?

Something was very wrong.

Why did he feel-

“Nooo!” Noname cried, bringing Logan’s attention up as he tried to remember how his lungs were supposed to work.

The yellow and black clad man turned, back now facing the seer, his own stunned attention on the two men now before him.

Roman stood, shock etched onto his feature, hands still gripped tightly around the hilt of the sword before him, its blade reflecting the flames from the nearby tree illuminating the face of it’s victim.

Logan’s newly found breath hitched, catching in his throat. Whether it was from the immeasurable pain or the shock of what he was seeing he couldn't tell, but the cry that escaped him, meant to rise about it all, to break past the heavens to express the agony that was coursing through his soul, came out in nothing but a soft broken whisper.

“...Patton.”

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My Dearest Procyon

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Chapter 34

Original story based on this wonderful post by @underdog-arts

“It isn’t working,” Logan huffed, feeling ridiculous.

“It will, just give it time!” Patton sighed.

“Time is something we’re wasting!” Virgil grumbled from where he sat under a nearby tree. He pulled the blanket tighter around himself as he watched the other two.

“We’ll be wasting more of it if you don’t stop whining,” Patton shot back with a glare before turning back to his partner.

Logan sat, legs crossed, on the ashy ground, hands resting on his knees, eyes closed as he focused on his breathing. He could hear Patton shift closer, could feel their bond transfer the dragon’s confidence, so different from his own.

“All you have to do is reach out, visualize,” Patton urged.

“Patton,” Logan sighed softly, cracking an eye open to look at him, “Maybe we should try quiet?” Logan offered, causing the dragon to pause before giving an embarrassed chuckle.

“Right, sorry.” Patton nodded, falling silent as Logan tried to return to his meditative state.

It had been a long while since he had had a vision, since he and Patton met in fact. That of course, was not a vision he wished to dwell on in their current situation. Still, he had to acknowledge the fact that the vision still hadn’t come to fruition, which did not bode well for any of them.

“Ugh! This is hopeless!” Virgil spat, lifting the corner of the blanket to cover his mouth as he coughed.

“Virgil!” Patton grumbled in response.

Logan could hear the other witch move to stand, causing Patton to do the same.

“Relax,” Virgil huffed, “I’m just going to scout around a bit while you do…. Whatever.”

“I’ll go with you,” Patton urgered, stepping around his partner.

Logan could feel the dragon’s worry without seeing it on his face. He was fairly certain that if allowed, Patton wouldn’t let the smaller witch out of his sight for more than an instant. Virgil was far too fragile in his current state.

“Fine,” Virgil growled after a moment. “Whatever!”

A moment later, Logan felt the intensity of Patton’s emotions begin to fade as the dragon got further and further away. Finally, silence fell around him.

Even with the others gone, Logan was still apprehensive. Before Patton, Logan had only been able to see up until he met the dragon and everything beyond that was static. Patton was just too powerful! He blocked out everything else.

The dragon did have a point though. If he and Logan now shared the same power, then there was no reason Logan shouldn’t be able to have a vision. There was no power gap and therefore nothing to block him. Hypothetically, it could be accurate, but Logan wasn’t quite so convinced.

The seer tensed as realization struck him. Then again, if his lack of visions were due to the involvement of the dragon, then perhaps he could look towards something the dragon is not a part of.

Logan took another deep breath, pulling Patton’s magical energy through him. He took another inhale, centering himself before starting.

Dark blues and blacks swirled around him, reminding him far too much of the night sky as Logan stepped forward. His gentle foot falls made no sound as he collided with the translucent floor beneath him.

He knew this place…

Lights shifted around him. They appeared to be some sort of star system. Logan knew the patterns.The stars swirled around him, a small loving smile playing on his lips as he reached out for one, causing it to glow brightly.

“Hello, Procyon,” Logan whispered softly, unable to keep the smile from his lips. He lifted his other hand, caressing the star fondly before glancing about his sanctum. “Last time I was here, I had the privilege of sharing you with Patton,” he mumbled, glancing back at the star in his hands. “I believe he has grown quite fond of you. Though, he does seem quite generous in his affections to just about everything,” Logan laughed before pulling away.

“Um… Logan?” Patton’s voice came, making the man give a small start as he turned on his heel.

“Patton?” Logan mumbled, brows furrowed in confusion as he eyed the man before him.

Patton appeared saddened by something as he clung to the blanket in his arms.

“What’s wrong?” Logan rushed, heart sinking. “Has something happened to Virgil?!”

The dragon hesitated. “Roman looks cold,” he commented.

Logan’s confusion spiked for a moment before realization hit and he couldn’t help but get a small chuckle as Patton glanced away.

“I just… don’t think it’d be a good idea if I did it,” the dragon replied to some unheard comment.

Logan took a step closer, examining the smaller man’s form. He should have spotted the lack of pink in the man’s curls immediately, though he supposed he was far too surprised by his presence to really pay attention.

“C-could you… Could you maybe…” the dragon continued making Logan soften a bit more.

The witch reached out to brush a loose curl behind the dragon’s ear before caressing his cheek. It was a memory. A fond one. Patton had been so worried that Roman hated him and Logan had somehow managed to comfort him.

Patton moved as if to hold out the blanket he carried before he suddenly disappeared.

Disappointment washed through the witch at the loss, but he didn’t bother dwelling on it. He needed to continue on.

He moved further into the swirling blacks and blues, searching for something that would signal his visions. Anything to give them a clue as to-

His boot landed on the soft blades of grass suddenly beneath his feet.

“Of course,” Patton chuckled. Logan’s gaze shot to the small silhouette of the man stretched out beneath the stars. “I’ve never met anyone with so much knowledge about what’s out there. I’ve always wondered about it. How could I not?” He turned to the small specks that littered the sky. “They’re the only things that stay the same no matter how old I get.”

Logan paused. Surely he could spare a moment, just a brief minute, to appreciate the scene before him.

“I don’t remember,” Patton answered the unspoken question from, what felt like ages ago, never pulling his gaze from the stars. “I lost count a long time ago. Why try and figure it out now?”

Logan didn’t need to see Patton’s face to remember the pain he saw there. He still didn’t understand how someone so wonderful could have experienced so much pain without turning cynical.

The image faded, Logan’s disappointment returning.

They had been through quite a lot since they had met in that large cave. Logan had gone from not even realizing the dragon existed to being unable to picture his life without him. Patton was everything to him. He was his guiding light. His very own Procyon.

“So far, we’ve only found you and Patton,” Virgil’s voice came, pulling the seer from his thoughts. “Which means we need to keep going. If we can’t find this ‘source’, we’ll never be able to remain human or return home to face that bastard!” The words echoed around him, causing the witch to turn in a circle searching for the other witch.

“You mean this Noname, guy?” Roman asked, appearing on the floor a few meters off. “He sounds pretty awful.”

“You have no idea,” Virgil replied, appearing next to him.

This wasn’t Logan’s memory. That was good! It meant that he was getting closer to where he needed to be. He didn’t hesitate to move on, not wanting to invade Virgil’s privacy.

“Logan’s different,” Virgil’s voice came, “As a seer, Logan can see the truth; the future truth and the present truth…”

Logan picked up the pace.

“A half-dragon-half-witch that is also a queen?!” Roman suddenly appeared before the seer. Logan paid no mind, jogging through the image without hesitation.

He kept moving. He needed to get to the end.

“Virgil!” Roman’s voice cried out as the smaller witch appeared, eyes wide in shock as he stared down at the knife in his torso.

Logan paused, heart sinking.

The smaller witch collapsed, the prince suddenly at his side trying to save him. Roman’s first few words fell of deaf ears as Logan watched in horror, regret cementing his feet.

He should have been there for his friend. He should have stayed with him instead of spending so much time with Patton.

He watched Roman remove the knife, despite the fact that it would only worsen Virgil’s condition.

Why hadn’t Logan gone with him! He could have protected him!

“Hey…” Virgil’s weak voice came, finally pulling Logan from his panic. “It’s okay… It’s all good. Ah!... Princey…. Gonna take more… more than…”

Logan wiped the tears from his eyes. He didn’t have time for this!

He forced himself onwards, refusing to look back.

It was an old injury. He needed to focus on the injuries that were to come, not the ones from his past. If Logan didn’t find answers soon, then Virgil wouldn’t need to worry about any wounds at all. He’d be far beyond them.

The clash of metal on metal pulled Logan from his thoughts, causing him to glance up, gaze searching.

“Damn it!” Roman’s rough voice came as he appeared before the witch. The usually well kept prince was a horrific mess. His sandy locks were plastered to his forehead with sweat and… was that blood?

Roman yanked his sword back from the soldier on the end of it, suddenly materializing and dropping to the floor.

“Homuncli,” Logan breathed in relief. Roman was covered in Red clay.

He watched the prince stumble back, leaning against the wall as he tried to catch his breath. His usually white shirt was caked in the same red dust as everything else. He looked beaten and worn with large bags under his swollen eyes, lip spit, body bruised.

Roman ripped one of his torn sleeves further, managing to collect a large bit of cloth and pressing it against his opposite shoulder. The fabric quickly darkened with the actual blood Logan had missed, the color blending with the clay.

Roman was in bad shape. He wouldn’t be able to keep fighting much longer. Still, Logan watched the man push from the wall and stumble onwards.

Concealment no longer mattered. They needed to get to Roman as quickly as possible. If they were lucky they’d be able to get in and get out fast enough that Noname wouldn’t have enough time to actually react.

It appeared Logan had no choice but to agree to Virgil’s plan.

…………………………………….

Everything hurt.

Despite it all, it was a welcomed feeling. If he was in pain, then it would be difficult for Roman to fall unconscious, which meant he could keep moving. If he was in pain then he was alive. If he was alive then he could still save Virgil… he hoped.

The prince pushed onwards, stumbling down another hallway. No guards this time. Good.

Remy had been right, the place was an absolute maze. He was lucky they were on his side for more reason than-

“Roman?”

The prince tensed, forcing his sword up, ready to attack as he wheeled around.

“Holy dickcheese, Roman,” Remus breathed in surprise, stepping over another disposed soldier, mace resting on his shoulder. “You look like the dog’s fucktoy.”

“Don’t come any closer,” Roman warned, trying to look as threatening as possible despite his wounded state.

“Roman,” Remus sighed, taking another step.

“I’m serious!” Roman snapped, taking a step back.

Remus didn’t seem to pay any mind as he continued forward, starting to close the distance between them.

“What are you going to do, Ro? Kill me?” Remus mocked as he finally reached the other man.

Roman swung, the motion forcing air from his lungs at the pain it caused.

Remus didn’t hesitate to lift his own weapon, bringing the mace up to strike against the sword. The force of the blow reverberated down the blade, shaking Roman to the core and causing him to cry out, dropping it and throwing him off balance.

His twin moved quickly, dropping low and twisting to wrap an arm around his brother’s waist, steading him with one hand, the mace still in the other.

“What are you doing?!” Roman spat, trying to shove against the other man’s hold.

“What does it look like?” Remus growled in return, “I’m keeping your dumbass from collapsing.”

“I will die before I go back to the dungeons!” Roman yelled, still trying to wiggle out of his hold. “You’ll have to kill me!”

“Ugh!” Remus groaned, letting go and allowing the prince to collapse onto the floor in a very undignified manner. “You’re such a moron! I’m not taking you to the dungeon you dingus!”

Roman groaned, curling in on himself as everything screamed in protest at the impact of his body hitting the floor.

“Y-you’re not?” he breathed after a moment, glancing up at the other man.

“No, you idiot,” Remus scoffed. “I came to help, but if we’re going to get out of here, then you need to get that fatass up and keep that trap shut!”

“W-why?” Roman breathed, moving to use the wall to help him stand.

“Because you talk way too fucking much and its really annoy-”

“No!” Roman snapped. “Why are you helping me?”

“Oh,” Remus blinked before giving a sly grin. “I told you. You’re my bro…. And you’re an idiot. Somebody has gotta look after you. You obviously can’t do it yourself. Besides, what’s an older brother for?” he asked, offering out a hand.

“There is no way you’re older!” Roman argued, hesitating a moment before accepting the offered support. “We’re supposed to be twins.”

Remus considered the words for a moment, moving to pull Roman’s arm over his shoulder and making the prince groan from the action.

“You’re probably right,” Remus shrugged. “But I’m still older.”

“Whatever,” Roman grumbled, breath hitching as he tried to keep his breathing level. “Let’s just go before I change my mind.”

“So bossy,” Remus grumbled, but complied. He supported the weight of his larger twin as they headed down another corridor.

To be continued….

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How To Hold Your Dragon

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Roman shifted in his sleep, curling protectively closer around the swaddled bundle in his arms. He had moved from the spot against the tree, where he had been dozing at some point during the night, careful not to jostle Virgil too much.

Patton chewed his bottom lip absently as he stared at the two, concern furrowing his brow. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had messed this whole thing up with his overprotective nature. He shouldn’t have come on so strong when he and Logan had rushed to the men’s aid. He was just so worried at the time.

Roman gave a small shiver, tightening his hold around the raccoon, and drawing it closer against his chest for warmth. Patton gave a squeak at the sight. It was just so adorable! He shifted to dig into the pack next to him, producing a blanket before pushing to his feet.

It was obvious that the dragon meant to cover the two, protecting them from the cool night air but he hesitated. The memory of Roman recoiling from his touch flashed across the forefront of his mind, causing him pause. Did Roman recoil out of fear? Was it just the stress of the moment? Or perhaps, it was disgust. From what Logan had told the smaller man, Roman had the grand notion that dragons were barbaric monsters meant to be slain by knights and heroes. It was no wonder he drew back at Patton’s touch.

“Um… Logan?” the man’s small voice came as he clutched the blanket to his chest, beginning to shake slightly as he glanced down at the witch who was currently taking stock of their provisions.

“Yes, Patton?” Logan replied, too distracted to glance up at the moment.

Patton hesitated, feeling silly about his next request. “Roman looks cold,” he commented.

Logan took a moment to set aside the rations he had been counting before glancing over at the prince briefly. He took in the sight of Patton hovering by the fire, blanket clutched against his chest. For a moment, the image of a small child clinging to a favored stuffed animal for courage came to mind, despite how ridiculous the notion was when compared to the god-like power the man before him possessed. Still, the look on the dragon’s face was disconcerting.

“Perhaps you should offer him the blanket?” Logan offered in confusion. Patton nodded, gaze still on the sleeping prince a few feet away. He didn’t move.

“Patton?” Logan asked softly, studying the way he toyed nervously with the corner of the fabric and how his bottom lip was slightly swollen from the worry of his teeth. “Is everything alright?”

“I just…” the dragon began but paused, unsure of what to say. It was foolish, he knew, but he was scared. What if Roman never warmed up to him again? What if Patton never got to be apart of that bright smile that he always flashed when Patton made a horrible joke? What if he never got to feel one of the man’s overly flamboyant embraces? Roman gave the best hugs! “I just don’t think it would be a good idea if I did it,” he admitted finally turning his attention to the tall witch.

Logan’s confusion only grew at the admission, trying to piece together what could possibly make providing a blanket to someone in need of one a bad idea. Perhaps it was one of those odd social etiquette rulings that he never quite understood. Typically, right about now, Virgil would be chiming in with a sarcastic comment or sassy remark to provide him with some context on the matter. However, given his companion’s state of unconsciousness, it appeared he was on his own for now.

“Isn’t that why you retrieved the bedding to begin with?” Logan asked curiously. The question had Patton’s brows furrowing further, making it appear as if he were about to cry. “Or perhaps the blanket is not the problem!” Logan rushed. He did not handle others crying well. Comfort was most certainly not a strong suit of his.

“C-could…” Patton stuttered, voice cracking softly as he hugged the folded material against his chest. “Could you maybe…” he continued, giving the witch a pleading look as he trailed off.

“Could I take the blanket to him?” Logan clarified, earning another small dip of Patton’s head in affirmation. “Certainly.”

Tension drained from Patton’s shoulders as Logan moved to stand.

The witch offered an outstretched hand to collect the blanket. Patton paused, unsure for only a brief moment before handing it over, wrapping his now empty hands around himself for warmth.

Logan offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile before turning towards the sleeping prince. Patton’s gaze followed the shirtless pagan as he turned his back to the dragon. The wounds were still visible in the moon’s pale light, making discolored patches appeared darker than they had in daylight. The sight was just as disturbing as when Patton had spotted it through the witch’s glamour when they had first met.

Logan unfurled the blanket in one efficient movement before draping it over Roman’s sleeping form, making sure to cover Virgil as well. He knelt to check up on the fur covered beast wrapped in Roman’s cloak.

Logan hid his pain well, but Patton could see through the composed exterior. Each of Logan’s movements were no doubt agonizing. The fact that he managed to hide it so well was impressive. For a human, death would probably be preferable to the torture of a simple breath. So, why then was Logan so determined to survive? What drove him? That was the whole point of the venture wasn’t it; to discover a way for him and Virgil to live without the tie to their master?

Was it revenge? No, Logan didn’t seem the type to be driven by such a dark emotion. Perhaps it was out of spite? No, again that wasn’t very fitting of the man. He certainly was an enigma. There wasn’t much that Patton came across anymore that caused him such confusion. Logan, however, was a puzzle he was looking forward to solving.

The witch straightened once more, the moonlight brushing against the crest of his dark hair, catching on his mismatched eyes. He was very attractive to be sure. It had been quite a long time since Patton had seen anything that could compare. The fact that anyone would wound such a beautiful being in such a way was an atrocity.

“Are you alright, Patton?” Logan asked softly, stopping just short of the smaller individual.

“Hm?” Patton hummed, glancing up from where he had begun to stare off, losing himself in his thoughts. “Oh. Yes! I’m fine! I’m great!” the dragon rushed, perhaps a bit too cherrily.

Logan’s lips pursed into a thin frown at the answer, pausing to consider his response. “Patton, I understand that you are a magnificent creature that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend,” he replied softly, making the shape-shifter glance away with a flush, “but from what I have observed you have the same complex and intense emotions as we humans. Perhaps, even more so. Yet, it appears that you hide them with an overly pleasant exterior."

Patton's frown returned at the accusation, though he took no offense. The fact that Patton was so transparent was just a bit surprising to the man.

"I cannot pretend that I have proficient knowledge or experience with emotions, but I can assume that keeping those feeling bottled up cannot be healthy. It is okay to feel things that are not pleasant. Virgil once informed me, and forgive me for the terminology, ‘Feeling like…" Logan hesitated, uncomfortable with the idea of cursing in front of the smaller man. Despite the knowledge that Patton was an ancient being capable of phenomenal cosmic magic, he always seemed so innocent to the witch. "’S-shit’," he stuttered, gauging the dragon's reaction curiously. Patton offered a small upturn of his lips in amusement, spurring Logan to continue, "Feeling like shit can be good because it makes the good feelings better than they were before,’” that earned a small huff of laughter from the small man. “While the phrasing is a bit unpolished, I believe he had a point.”

Patton rubbed his upper arm absently as the man spoke. Logan was intelligent beyond his years, that much was clear. For someone that claimed to be ignorant of a lot of things, Logan understood Patton more than he had expected. The fact that the witch was not only brave enough to point out his disillusion, but was obviously trying to comfort him about it was endearing.

Logan took Patton’s silence as an indication of the witch’s overstep and tensed. “Of course, it is completely likely that I am mistaken. I cannot pretend to know-”

“Logan,” Patton chuckled, finally meeting his gaze with a soft smile, “It’s fine, kiddo. You’re not mistaken,” he reassured.

Logan relaxed slightly at the reassurance, offering his own smile in return. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“I dunno,” the dragon shrugged, ducking his head in embarrassment. “It’s kind of a lot and I don’t like icky feelings. I prefer the happy fun ones that make everyone smile,” he added, forcing a grin as he bounced on his heels for emphasis, “I just… don’t know if I can provide those right now,” he sighed.

“Well,” Logan offered, “perhaps, since it is just you and me at the moment, you can allow yourself to properly manage those ‘icky’ feelings?” he offered, with an arched brow.

Patton’s softed smile returned as he peered up at the taller man. “Yeah… I guess that wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Good,” Logan huffed mirroring the soft expression as he lifted his arms. “Perhaps, an embrace might be preferable?” he offered, unsure if this was the appropriate course of action.

However, the suggestion had Patton instantly beaming. Logan had never offered him a hug before! In fact, He had never seen the man offer anyone a hug before! Only Roman had ever allowed Patton to hug him!

The dragon preened, feet dancing as he bounced from one to another in his excitement, hands lifting to his mouth, digits tapping against the giant grin that split his face. A screech escaping him, high pitched enough that Logan was certain only dogs could hear.

If that wasn’t affirmation enough, the dragon proceeded to launch himself into the witch’s embrace, arms tucked in close against his chest, far too conscious of the man’s wounds to return the embrace himself.

Logan grunted at the impact, giving a low chuckle that rumbled through his chest as his limbs locked around the small form. Patton instantly melted, his own heat seeping into Logan’s cool skin pleasant as they stood next to the fire. Despite Patton’s immeasurable power, he somehow felt safe in the witch’s hold, as though even his own nightmares couldn’t touch him there.

Patton had been so inequivalently wrong; Logan definitely gave the best hugs (but Roman was a close second).

To be continued...

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The God of Arepo

First // Previously

My Dearest Procyon

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Chapter 40 out of 40

Original story based on this wonderful post by @underdog-arts

Roman stepped forward as soon as Virgil stilled, bending low to scoop him up into his arms.

He recalled the first time he had held the man,well, raccoon, at the time.

To think he had actually been worried about rabies...

He pulled Virgil’s unconscious human form against his chest before turning to address the two men next to him. Patton and Logan still looked so concerned.

“It’ll be fine,” Roman chuckled. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

He took another step forward. An ethereal archway appeared, curved polished stone towering over them.

The god paused, gaze shifting towards the two men who had started all this, Noname and Remus.

“You two as well,” he growled, causing them to pause in their whispered discussion.

Noname hesitated as he glanced between his lover and the deity, obviously trying to figure a way out of this.

“R-Roman...” he chuckled nervously, “Surely we can talk about this. Perhaps we can come to an agr-”

“No,” Roman replied flatly, Noname’s voice suddenly dying in his throat. “You can come willingly, or I can force you to. The choice is yours.”

Noname hesitated for a moment, obviously nervous at the reappearance of the prince. Remus leaned in toward his lover, whispering something in his ear. Noname glanced at him before nodding and following after Roman.

Patton moved to follow, pulled to a stop by the hand that suddenly appeared on his arm.

“I’m not so sure about this,” Logan breathed, concern dripping from his voice.

“I’m sure it’s fine, Lo,” Patton tried to reassure, offering one of his signature smiles.

“Well, I’m not! How are we sure that this really is Roman?” Logan pointed out. “What if this is another trick. What if-”

“Wow, you really are paranoid,” Remus chuckled as he approached.

“No one asked you!” Logan snapped glaring at the mustached man.

“Logan!” Patton chided. “Don’t be rude!”

The witch hesitated, glancing between the two men before dropping his hands.

“My apologies,” he grumbled like a scorned child, glaring at Roman’s look-alike.

“Don’t worry, Teach,” Remus teased as he brushed past. “I’m sure a god won’t mind you disrespecting his brother.”

The words made the witch tense further.

“Come on, Lo,” Patton chuckled as he moved to follow Remus. “What do we have to lose?”

Both men disappeared, leaving the witch to stare after them with his own reservations.

Logane sighed softly, the memory of Patton’s death weighing heavily on his heart.

“I could lose you...”

……………………………………………….

The white expanse of Roman’s domain stretched out before him as his boots clicked against the non-existent floor.

He hadn't realized he had missed this place so much. Though he supposed, you couldn’t miss something you didn’t remember.

An ornate slab of gold, encrusted with purple and green jewels materialized before him as he began to lower Virgil atop it, pausing halfway.

“No… That’s not right,” he hummed. A brief moment passed before a large fur cloth appeared across the top, pillows scattered among it.

“Perfect.”

He lay Virgil atop them slowly to make sure he was comfortable, his tattered and stained clothing suddenly repaired and clean, before straightening.

“I won’t be long, Stormcloud, ” Roman reassured, brushing back the witch’s dark locks. “Try and get some rest...”

…………………………………………………………………

“Logan?” Patton called, voice echoing through the empty whiteness.

No answer came.

Was he alone?

“Remus?” he attempted once more, glancing down at the clothes he now wore. His original outfit was crisp with cleanliness, blood and tears now gone.

He didn’t like the idea that he was the only being in this never ending expanse. He felt so lonely. The worst part was that he didn’t even have his bond with Logan to keep him company.

“Roman?!” he called desperately.

“I’m here, Patton,” Roman’s kind voice came, startling the smaller man and causing Patton to spin on his heel to face him.

“Thank the gods,” Patton breathed in relief before realizing what he said. “I mean… uh… Thank… you I guess,” he chuckled nervously.

Roman gave a small laugh at the man’s unease.

“Relax, Patticake,” Roman teased lightly. “I’m the same charming and extremely handsome man you know and love. I just have all of my memories and power back now.”

Patton hesitated, eyes downcast as he shifted from one foot to the other.

“Right,” he breathed softly, “Of course…”

“I think I get it,” Roman chuckled before opening his arms wide.

Patton didn’t even hesitate, expression brightening instantly as he launched himself into the larger man’s arms.

Roman wrapped him up in a giant hug, squeezing the dragon until Patton could barely breathe, sending the small puffball into a fit of giggles.

“I was so worried about you, Kiddo,” he managed as he was set back on his feet.

“Me?! You died!” Roman laughed in return.

“So did you!” Patton accused, causing Roman to pause.

“Point made,” he chuckled before the amusement faded. “Listen, Pat… I’m… I’m so-”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Patton interrupted, “I’m the one that got in the way and I don’t regret a thing!”

“Still… Patton-”

“No sir!” Patton interrupted once more. “I won’t have any of it!”

The world around them suddenly shimmered and shifted until the white dimmed into the large sitting room that Patton had brought Logan to when they had first met. Patton’s sitting room.

The dragon glanced around, taking in the sight with wide eyes.

“Are we-” he mumbled, moving to touch one of the blankets still folded neatly on the arm of his chair.

“No,” Roman answered, understanding the unspoken question. “We’re still in my domain. I just thought this might be a bit more comfortable for you while we talk,” he explained.

“How did you know?” Patton whispered in awe.

“I’m a god, Pat,” Roman gently reminded. “If it exists, I pretty much know about it. Past, future, here, there, doesn’t matter.”

It wasn’t often Patton was humbled in such a way. He was so used to being the most powerful being in the room. It was a bit strange now that he wasn’t, and he wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to be acting. He just hoped Roman would forgive him for any missteps.

Patton gave a small nod, moving to allow his fingers to brush against all his familiar possessions.

It felt like it had been so long since he had been there, waiting for Logan… Waiting for everything to start… and now, now it was over.

“What about the others?” Patton asked, “Logan, Remus, Virgil-”

“They’re all fine,” Roman reassured, moving to sink down onto the sofa, lounging across the countless pillows as if he belonged there. “Logan and I are having a similar discussion at the moment. Remus is yelling at me that he’s bored and Virgil is resting.”

“Wow! You can talk to them all at once?” Patton breathed in awe, sinking down into the chair across from the god.

“Yup!” Romen grinned “Pretty cool, huh?”

The smaller man fell silent for a moment.

“So… Why are we all here anyways?” he asked softly.

“Well,” Roman huffed, adjusting himself to sit more properly in the approximation of Patton’s cave. “I owe you and Logan a debt for everything you did for me and I would like to repay it.”

“Aw! You don’t have to do anything like that, Kiddo!” Patton chuckled, waving away his words. “We were happy to help!”

“Still, I would feel better if-”

“You gave us our lives back! That’s good enough-”

“Patton!” Roman said with amusement cutting the dragon off. “I want to.”

“Oh…” Patton giggled, flushing slightly, cheeks matching the color of his new hair color. “I guess if it would make you happy, I won’t argue.”

“Good!” Roman chuckled. “Now, what is it that you want… really want in life…”

The dragon hesitated a moment as he thought about it, a minute detail in their conversation suddenly apparent to him.

“You didn’t mention my brother,” Patton pointed out.

“What?”

“My brother. You mentioned Lo and Virge and even Remus, but you didn’t mention my brother.” the smaller man confirmed “What are you planning to do with him?”

……………………………………………………………………………………………

“You’re late,” Roman huffed as Logan finally stepped through the archway. “Then again, I guess if anyone would be suspicious, it would be you, Teach.”

Logan glanced up at the obviously amused man before him, before taking in the white void around them.

“Where am I?” He mumbled before he realized he and Roman were alone. “Where is Patton?!” he demanded, panic rising.

“Relax, Logan,” Roman laughed, giving him a soft pat on the shoulder. The action caused the witch to tense out of habit, the pain it usually caused nowhere to be found. “Patton is fine, I promise. He’s here, in another space. We’re having the same discussion you and I are… Well… close to it anyways.” Roman shrugged as he began to walk.

“I don’t… I don’t understand,” Logan admitted as he fell into step next to the man.

Roman gestured towards himself. “I’m a god… remember,” he teased lightly.

“So you say,” Logan huffed as sceptical as ever, making Roman laugh again.

“You’re always so serious,” the god mused as the white began to fade into deep blues and blacks, stars flickering into existence around them. “It’s something I’ve always liked about you, even when I passed as a human.”

Logan’s gaze shifted to the countless galaxies around them, his breath caught in his throat at the beauty of it all. He could make out so many of the countless stars he had only ever been able to view from a distance. There was Kaus Media… And over there was Chertan… and in the distance, past the rest, just barely visible from where they stood was Procyon…

“I don’t know where I would be without you,” Roman admitted. “Or where Virgil would be for that matter.”

The mention of the other witch’s name had Logan snapping back into focus.

“Where is he?” he asked. “Is he alright? Can I see him?”

“Whoa! Slow your roll there, Pocket Protector,” Roman teased.The nickname causing Logan a great deal of confusion. Why did a pocket need a protector? Before the witch could ask, Roman continued. “Virgil is fine, just like everyone else. He just needs some rest. You’ll see him soon enough. For now, we have other matters to attend.”

“Like the reason we’re all here?” Logan asked, with a suspicious glance.

“Ha! You’re so… Debby Do-too-much,” the god teased. “Take it easy for once, Microsoft Nerd! I just want to show my appreciation for everything you’ve done.”

“By kidnapping everyone into an alternate dimension and separating us all?” Logan asked flatly, causing the other man to hesitate. He didn’t bother to address the additional nickname he obviously didn’t understand.

“A valid point,” Roman conceded with a click of his tongue. “But I thought that our discussion might be a bit too personal for the others to hear…”

……………………………………………………………………….

“Give me one good reason why I should not smite you where you stand?!” Roman snapped as he appeared before Noname, taking hold of the man’s shirt and dragging him up right. “You dragged me to Earth, imprisoned me, tried to ciphon off my powers, and if that weren’t enough, you attempted to murder the man I love!” Roman accused as he watched the dragon’s mouth flap uselessly. “You deserve a worse fate than death! How do you plead?!”

“No! Wait!” Noname cried, his voice suddenly returned from his panic. “I can explain!”

“Then start!” Roman demanded giving him a shove.

“I had no other choice!” the man pleaded, cowering before the god. “I needed your power to go back and save someone!”

“Who?” Roman questioned flatly, obviously sceptical.

“My Mother…” Noname admitted, voice cracking with heartbreak.

…………………………………………………….

“It’s true,” Patton acknowledged, nodding in response to Roman’s question. “Our mother died giving birth and our father blamed him for his loss,” Patton whispered, his blue gaze lowering as he recounted the sad tale. “Father resented him, tried to kill him more than once, even refused to give him a name. It was horrible to watch growing up, but so much worse for my baby brother”

“So, that’s why he goes by Noname,” Roman acknowledged, earning another nod.

“I tried to protect him,” Patton continued. “Took the majority of the beatings, stole food for him when he was left to starve. When he was old enough, I packed up our things and we ran away.”

“It sounds like you care a great deal for him,” Roman whispered, studying the smaller man.

“I do!” Patton nodded eagerly. “He’s the only family I have! We tried to take shelter with the humans, you see… but… Well…”

“Humans can be cruel,” Roman acknowledged, trying to comfort the dragon as he caught sight of the tears welling up in his eyes. The people of the village stealing their supplies as Virgil bled out in his arms, still as jarring as it had been the day it happened.

“We jumped from town to town,” Patton whispered, “living off scraps and scrounging what we could, doing our best to hide what we were from the people around us and from our past. Eventually, news of our father’s death reached us. We were finally free. Free to come out of hiding. Free to actually live the life we were meant to.”

“So… What happened?” Roman pressed.

“Well, Brother had grown resentful of humans and dragons alike. He hated what we were,” Patton explained. “Said he had found a way to fix everything. I didn’t believe him, at first,” Patton sighed, sounding remorseful. “He was just a wyrmling back then. Still, it was good to see him find something he was passionate about. I just… I never thought that it would lead to… to…” the dragon’s breath hitched.

“It’s alright Patton,” Roman reassured, moving to offer another blanket to add to the mountain Patton was currently curled under.

“I… I think I know what I want to ask for…” Patton admitted, glancing up at the god.

…………………………………………………………..

“BOOOORRRREEEDDD!” Remus yelled into the nothingness for the tenth time.

“You’ve been here for less than five minutes!” Roman huffed, appearing next to him.

“Is that all?” Remus sighed. “It feels like eternity!”

“For the love of-” Roman growled. “You are such a drama queen!”

“Nuh uh!” Remus counted.

“Uh huh!” Roman huffed.

“Nuh uh!”

“UGH! You are so lucky we have the same dad or I would totally strangle you right now,” Roman growled.

“It’s not my fault he left you with all the brawn and me with all the brains,” Remus shrugged, making Roman scrub a hand down his face in annoyance. “What? It’s true! Besides, you’re obviously the favorite…. So, powerful and responsible! Gross,” Remus grumbled with a roll of his eyes.

“I can’t believe we’re related,” Roman huffed under his breath. “Listen, I just wanted to say thank you for-”

“I know,” Remus shrugged, earning another annoyed growl from his brother.

“Would you let me finish?!”

“Nope!” Remus grinned. “You’re going to offer me something as payment and I already know what I want.”

“Thank all that is holy!” Roman sighed,“Then just tell me so I don’t have to put up with you any more…”

………………………………………………….

“Come on, Sleeping Beauty,” Roman whispered softly as he sank down next to Virgil, brushing the witch’s dark locks out of his eyes. “It’s time to wake up.”

Virgil shifted, curling more firmly into the pillows beneath him, tugging his blanket tighter around himself.

“Everyone’s waiting on you, Stormcloud,” Roman chuckled, unable to keep a smile from his lips as he watched the witch’s brows furrow in annoyance.

“Piss off, Princey.” the rough voice came, still dripping with sleep.

“Rude!” Roman gasped in feigned offense. “And after everything I’ve done for you?!”

The witch gave no reply, content to drift back off.

“If you don’t get up, I’m telling Patton what really happened to those cookies he stashed at the bottom of his pack,” Roman warned, causing the witch to bolt upright.

“You wouldn’t dare!” Virgil accused, before pausing at the sight of the prince.

Roman’s grin only broadened as he waited for Virgil’s sluggish mind to catch up to what had transpired.

“I’m dead,” Virgil stated, matter of factly.

“Nope,” Roman laughed with a shake of his head.

“You’re dead,” Virgil offered instead. “And I’m just stuck in some weird waking dream.”

“Wrong again,” Roman teased.

“Then what the FUCK is going on?!” the witch demanded.

Roman shifted, moving to take the smaller man’s hand in his before meeting his purple gaze once more.

“It’s a lot to explain,” Roman offered softly.

“Well, it's a good thing you like the sound of your own voice, Princey,” Virgil scoffed, “‘Cause you’re not getting off that easily.”

Another chuckle escaped the god as he shook his head. How could anyone make him laugh the way Virgil did?

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Roman replied. “I’m not sure if your badger sized brain can handl-”

“I’m not a badger and you know it!” Virgil snapped. “You prick!” he added, giving him a playful smack.

…………………………………………………………………….

Logan stepped out of the arch, shoulders stiff as he anxiously searched for-

“Logan!” Patton called, giving no other warning before jumping into the taller man’s arms, “There you are! I was starting to worry.” the dragon admitted as he squeezed the witch uncomfortably tight.

Logan’s own arms wrapped around the man’s smaller form, burying his face into his pink locks and breathing him in. The smell of campfires and mulled sweets would never cease to comfort him.

“My apologies, Patton,” Logan breathed as they pulled apart. “Roman and I had a few things to discuss.”

“That we did,” Roman called from where he suddenly appeared a few paces away, letting go of the man he held by the scruff of the neck. Noname dropped onto his knees next to the god, glaring down at the ground before him.

“Brother!” Patton cried, rushing to the scarred man’s side to make sure he was alright.

“Don’t worry, Patton,” Roman reassured. “I haven’t harmed him.”

Nonamed pulled away from his older brother as if disgusted, though it was difficult to tell if it was with himself or with Patton.

“H-he’s….” Patton stuttered, in awe, already sensing the change.

“Only human now, yes,” Roman clarified. “You and Remus both pleaded for his life. I couldn’t in good conscience kill him, but I certainly wasn’t willing to allow him to keep his powers.”

“R-Roman,” Patton whimpered, tears filling his eyes as he stared up at his friend. “Thank you!”

Logan shifted closer to the god, lifting a hand to rest on Roman’s broad shoulder.

“Yes, thank you,” he mumbled as well.

“Careful, you’re going to give him an even bigger head than he already has,” Virgil’s voice came, his amusement obvious as he suddenly stepped into existence next to Roman.

“Virgil!” Patton called out in surprise, straightening and dancing from foot to foot in excitement. “Can I hug you?”

“Um-”

“I’m going to hug you now!”

“Don’t hug me. I’m sc-Oof!” Virgil barely got the words out before Patton was glued to his side. “Great,” he huffed indignantly.

Logan glanced up at the other witch, hesitant for only a moment before he moved closer wrapping his own arms around Virgil, causing the dark haired man to tense.

Logan never hugged him.

Logan never hugged anyone…

Virgil hesitantly lifted a hand to pat Logan awkwardly on his head before untangling himself from the two men.

Roman couldn’t help but give an amused smile, earning yet another glare from his lover.

“Not a fucking word,” Virgil warned as he straightened his cloak around himself.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Roman defended.

“Liar,” Virgil huffed.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Kiddo,” Patton breathed, already pressed into Logan’s side. “You had us real worried there for a minute.”

“Says the guy that jumped in front of a sword!” Virgil accused.

“I stand by my choices!” Patton retorted.

“All of this aside,” Logan interrupted, pulling the groups attention, “What happens now?” he asked curiously.

“Well…” Roman considered for a moment. “I suppose whatever you’d like,” he shrugged. “Noname is powerless. As we speak, Remus is gathering up all the individuals he had bonded with and starting to rebuild the fortress. Noname is to stay in my brother’s care, helping everyone here and in the surrounding areas,” Roman explained. “As for you Logan, you and Patton are free to go where you wish. You have your own source now. You will never be required to bond to another being again. You can live your life to the fullest.”

“Thank you, Roman,” Logan whispered, smiling up at his friend. “Thank you for everything.”

“What is it, Patton?” Virgil asked, sensing the man’s uneased.

“Oh!” the dragon squeaked, forcing a smile on his lips. “Nothing! Nothing at all!”

The dragon contemplated what Roman’s words meant.

Did that mean Logan didn’t need him anymore?

Now that their bond wasn’t a requirement did that mean Logan was through with him?

Would Patton be alone again?

“Perhaps, now would be a good time to share your gift Logan,” Roman offered with a knowing smile.

Logan tensed as he was called out, a flush darking his cheeks.

“R-right… Of course,” he acknowledged, digging into his vest pocket. “I um… I just…”

Patton stared up at him curiously.

“Is everything okay, Lo?” he asked softly, reaching out to rest a hand on his arm, hoping to reassure him.

The action only made Logan tense further.

“Y-yes… Everything is fine I just… Well…” he mumbled, still fumbling in his pocket.

“Cat got your tongue, Kiddo?” Patton teased, grin widening.

The joke earned a snort from the muscular god, although Virgil gave him an elbow to the ribs before Roman could comment.

“Got it!” Logan exclaimed, producing a small silver ring, matching the one he now wore on his index finger.

Patton’s brows furrowed in confusion as Logan offered it out.

“Patton, I’m not…very adequate with these sorts of things… I suppose that is more your area of expertise… What I mean to say is… Well… ” the witch stuttered, “you’re... you are my… my guiding star if you will… My very own Procyon… Of course, I understand if you regret the bond we-”

“Do you regret our bond?” Patton rushed in confusion.

“What?! No!” Logan rushed in shock. “That wasn’t what I- That is to say-”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Virgil huffed in annoyance, “This is too painful to watch. He’s asking if you want to bond with him again, Patton,” the other witch clarified.

“Oh,” Patton blinked in surprise before it really dawned on him. “OH!!” he repeated, his smile appearing once more hidden behind his hands currently raised to his mouth in surprise.

“YES! I DO!” the diminutive dragon exclaimed, “Of course I do, silly!”

The tension in Logan’s shoulders washed away as he breathed a sigh of relief and extended a hand, requesting for Patton’s.

The dragon’s hand shot to Logan’s without hesitation, allowing the witch to slide the ring onto his finger, their bond instantly reestablishing itself.

Both men’s affection washed through them, increasing the intensity of the sensation as Logan pulled the smaller man into his arms, bending low to press his lips to Patton’s, warmth enveloping them. Logan could taste cinnamon and chilis, the sensation burning his skin as he kissed the smaller man with as much passion as he could muster, hands tangling in his unnaturally pink curls.

“Now, the bond is a bit different than your last one,” Roman explained as the two embraced. “You’ll be able to control the amount of emoti-”

“Ro,” Virgil interrupted, nodding towards the two, obviously too engrossed in one another to pay the god any attention. “Maybe we should give them a minute?”

“Oh,” Roman mumbled before nodding. “You’re probably right,” he acknowledged, turning and offering an arm out to his partner.

Virgil accepted the offered limb, falling in step next to him.

“I usually am,” Virgil shrugged as they walked. “Question, if we’re bonded does that make me a god too?”

“Technically, yes,” Roman admitted.

“Oh! Wait until I tell Remy! They’re going to freak!” Virgil laughed, excitedly.

“Speaking of… Do I really have to make a deal with-”

“Yes,” Virgil replied flatly as they began to fade back out of existence.

“But Stormcl-”

“You’re not getting out of this, Roman. Deal with it!”

“Whatever you say, Ser Virgil…”

“Oh, put a sock in it, Roman!”

“My dearest Procyon?”

“Don’t make me hurt you…”

A breeze blew through the courtyard as the two deities vanished, causing the black smoke tendrils still rising from the embers of the fallen tree to swirl in its wake. The smoke dissipated slowly as it rose closer to the brightening sky overlooking the crumbling fortress, the source of so much destruction.

Still, life seems to always find a way to raise from the ashes, to plant seeds where forests were laid to waste, to grow new ideas where there once were none, to coax the good out of even the worst. Life would always persevere as long as there is a bit of kindness to nurture it.

La Fin.

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Nightmares

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Prompt: Half / Heart

Ship: Prinxiety and logicality

Original story based on this wonderful post by @underdog-arts

“What do you mean you don’t know?!” Roman cried as the door to the bookshop closed behind them.

“It’s complicated, alright!” Virgil huffed, scanning the street around them to make sure no one was paying too much attention. He hurriedly took the prince by the arm and urged him away from the store’s door step.

“Complicated? Complicated?! How complicated can it be?! You either know where you are going or you don’t!” Roman argued, allowing himself to be dragged onward. “I have been following you two blindly for days! I have been stabbed, dragged through the mud, tied up, gagged-”

“You weren’t gagged,” Virgil protested with a roll of his eyes.

“Almost had to face a dragon-”

“Wasn’t a dragon.”

“Forced to sleep on the cold hard ground and attacked by vicious badger!” Roman cried dramatically.

“I’m not a badger!” Virgil snapped.

“Whatever!” Roman scoffed in return. Despite his obviously overly dramatic behavior, the prince did look genuinely upset by the realization that neither Logan nor Virgil knew where they were headed.

“Listen,” the dark haired man huffed, “I’m sorry, but it's not like we just randomly picked a direction and started walking,” Virgil huffed as they continued on. “There were a lot of factors that went into the decision.” His stomach growled loudly, reminding him that he hadn’t really eaten. “Why don’t we find some food and a quiet place for me to explain?”

Roman hesitated, eyeing the witch suspiciously before finally giving in with a nod. He was starving anyways, despite his big breakfast. “What did you have in mind?”

“I bet there’s a place that sells mincemeat around here somewhere,” Virgil offered, glancing up to take in the shops.

…………………………………….

Roman shifted against the cool broken stone wall behind him, golden curls still visible from the other side. Vigil sank down next to him, dark gaze staring across the small field before him as he bit into his small pie and chewed. It was obvious that the witch had a lot on his mind as he ate.

Roman devoured his lunch quickly, taking it down in almost one bite, and now sat waiting for an explanation.

“Logan told you about our past, right?” Virgil asked after a long pause, gaze shifting down to the pastry in his hands.

“He explained how you two ended up in the situation you’re in.” Roman nodded, his expression softening at the reminder of the witches’ pain. Virgil nodded back, pausing to consider where to start.

“You know why we’re traveling?” he began, obviously waiting for the prince to fill in the blank.

“Something about a new source of magic? I don’t really understand it all, but I know that you need it to survive.”

“Yeah,” the dark haired individual acknowledged, “Logan is kind of a seer. He saw that if we traveled in this direction, we’d find a source that we could bond with, a source powerful enough to sustain both of us.”

Roman listened carefully, finding the words far more interesting coming from the smaller man than they had seemed when Logan had explained it to him.

“So far, we’ve only found you and Patton,” the witch grumbled in slight annoyance, “Which means we need to keep going. If we can’t find this? source, we’ll never be able to remain human or return home to face that bastard!” Virgil flushed, realizing that he had hissed the word with more malice than he had intended.

“You mean this Noname, guy?” Roman asked curiously. “He sounds pretty awful.”

“You have no idea,” Virgil explained, averting his gaze, tensing at the reminder.

“Like all witches, he has his own special talent. He can alter people's perceptions, make them do whatever he wants them to while they still believe they have free will, or are doing something good.”

“That sounds awful,” the prince breathed softly.

“It is. It’s like a dream where you feel tension and know what you’re doing is wrong but -” Virgil pulled his knees up against his chest, wrapping his arms around them as he rested a cheek on his knees, facing away from the prince. “You still do it. Then when you wake up, you remember exactly what you did.”

Roman frowned as he studied the grass in front of him. He had so many questions, but it was obviously a touchy subject. Virgil and Logan both had been through a lot, he certainly didn’t want to make it all worse.

“Wait,” he mumbled softly, “Logan said that he defied this guy, if Lord Butthead can force people to do what he wants, then how did Logan deny him?”

Virgil shifted, glancing up at the prince a moment before he answered. The sun seemed to shine down on Roman’s lightly colored curls, causing them to glow almost like a halo around his head. He truly was beautiful.

“Logan’s different,” Virgil explained, “As a seer, Logan can see the truth; the future truth and the present truth. So Lord Noname’s ability wasn’t as strong on him as it was on the rest of us. It worked at first, sure,” he shrugged, “but Logan eventually saw through it and started rebelling.”

“Which is how he ended up locked up,” Roman supplied.

“Yeah. That's when I met him.”

“But… what were you doing down there?” the prince pressed curiously.

The tension Virgil displayed suddenly spiked as he buried his face in his arms. It was not a subject he wanted to talk about. Still, he felt as if Roman deserved the truth. The man would no doubt be disgusted by him afterward. They always were. If that was the case, then at least the prince would leave him be. Perhaps then he could find his own way back to his kingdom?

“Logan told you my talent was in physical manipulation, but that’s only half true,” Virgil began to explain, words coming out a bit timidly. “I mostly deal with dreams.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can look in someone’s dreams and pull whatever I want into the real world. They don’t last long, but they have physical forms,” Virgil continued, shoulders raising with every word.

“So, when he said manipulation…” Roman began putting the pieces together.

“He meant torture.” The words were almost a whisper as Virgil’s shame crept into his voice causing it to crack.

Roman began to shake, tears welling up in his hazel eyes. Virgil had tortured Logan… had tortured others. He had been able to pull the things these individuals were most afraid of straight out of their worst nightmares and use them to cause unknown pain. It was a horrifying thought. The Virgil he knew was so kindhearted, though a bit rough around the edges. Even now he seemed to be disgusted with himself because of what he had done. Forcing someone as sweet as the man before him to do something so horrific was vulgar and twisted! The thought infuriated the prince, so much so that his fingers curled into the fabric of his cloak to keep himself from hitting something.

“Y-you…” the prince gave a stuttering breath as Virgil seemed to shy away from him, still unable to bring himself to glance at the prince. “You were forced to do all that, and you still helped Logan escape?” The words caused Virgil to pause. “You are… You are the most incredible person I think I have ever met,” Roman admitted, a breathless chuckle escaping him as the witch’s head shot up in surprise.

Virgil peered at him, eyes wide in shock. How could someone like him see anything but a monster? How could he see anything other than what Virgil truly was, an abomination? Virgil was one of the very few witches that actually deserved to be burned at the stake and yet… here Roman was staring at him in awe.

“W-what?” Virgil breathed in surprise, “You can’t be serious! Are you some kind of idiot?!” the witch snapped, his own tears threatening to fall.

“Virgil,” Roman sighed, reaching out to take one of his hands. “You may have done horrible things, but that does not make you a horrible person. You fought back! You saved Logan! You saved ME! You are a true hero! I have spent my entire life being taught that as a ruler I will be required to morally questionable things for the ‘good of my country’ but you… You rebelled in a way I never even thought to do! You are an inspiration! You are the bravest man in existence!”

“Did you hit your head, Princey?” Virgil scoffed, yanking his hand away and pulling up his hood to hide the streaks of water flowing down his cheeks. “I’m a heartless nobody, and I don’t deserve your pity.”

“HA!” Roman scoffed, “Lies. I know you’re not heartless. You have to have at least half a heart to put up with me,” he boomed, bending low to peer under Virgil’s hood with a large grin.

The words earned a small half smile despite Virgil’s attempt to suppress it. The prince was far too good-natured to bother with someone like Virgil. Still, the witch was thankful for him. He gave the man a small playful shove, the motion earning a gasp as Roman dramatically fell over claiming to be wounded.

“Stop being an idiot,” the witch laughed, swiping his hand across his damp cheeks to rid himself of his tears.

To be continued…

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Campfire and Mulled Sweets

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Chapter 37

Original story based on this wonderful post by @underdog-arts

TW: Major Character Death, blood and cursing.

The blackness ebbed away slowly...

Patton’s brows furrowed. Why did Roman look so shocked? Patton always liked it better when he smiled. Roman had the third best smile among them. The first was Logan and then followed closely by Virgil,mainly because he didn’t show it often. Either way, Patton definitely liked Roman’s smile.

He should definitely tell him this.

Patton opened his mouth to do just that, but the only sound that escaped him was a gurgled cough as blood ran down his chin.

Roman’s horrified gaze lifted from the hilt of his sword.

Patton’s knees gave out.

He fell, body leaning forward.

The hilt of the sword struck first, the polished pommel catching in the dirt, embedding the blade further inside him.

Patton’s gaze lowered to the intruding metal, a hand lifting to touch the shining material.

Huh…

That’s right… He’d been stabbed….

He had expected it to hurt more….

………………………………………………………………………….

“NO!” Noname cried, turning to catch sight of his brother collapsing.

His gaze lifted towards the prince, the anger and pain of his loss swirling inside him.

“What have you done?!” he demanded voice raising as his words shifted into a monstrous roar. “I’ll kill you, myself! You bastard!!!”

Scales began protruding from Noname’s skin. The yellow of his gloves tearing away to reveal the same sickly color beneath him as Noname shifted into the oversized reptilian creature.

Unlike his brother’s dragon form, Noname was sleek and snakelike, muscles expanding and retracting to allow him to move. His wings extended out of the middle of his back, large white feathers covering the thin membrane that Roman had seen on Patton’s.

The dragon twisted in on himself, his movements far too quick for the prince to have time to react. The beast’s tail whipped around, smacking Roman across his midsection and sending him flying.

The prince’s body struck one of the remaining walls, the impact causing a loud thud before he crumbled unmoving to the ground.

“Roman!” Remus cried, already rushing to his side.

………………………………………………………………………….

Virgil could smell the earthy scent of freshly bruised grass.

Everything hurt.

All he wanted to do was go back to sleep.

No. He needed to open his eyes.

He needed to help...

Slowly, he forced open his gaze, eyes slitting just enough that he could peer through his lashes.

Light flickered before him...

The fire must still be going...

He could hear someone yelling?

Noname?

Why did he sound so pained?

Had they won?

“What have you done?!” he heard the vile man cry. “I’ll kill you, myself! You bastard!!!”

Who was he talking to?

Did it matter?

He had to get up...

He had to help fight...

He forced his eyes open wider, groaning at the amount of energy it took. He shifted, his hands moving to brace under his shoulders before pushing and...

He collapsed once more, muscles weak and giving out.

“Roman!” Remus cried.

Virgil’s gaze shot up just in time to watch as the prince smacked against a wall, the impact hard enough to send dust raining down as he fell to the ground below.

“Ro-” Virgil tried to call out, voice cut off by his own hacking cough.

He had to get to him...

He had to save him...

He braced himself once more…

...he took a breath….

...then another….

He shoved against the earth beneath him, crying out in pain as he shifted into a kneel.

….another breath...

...two mor-

A pained cry!

…………………………………………………………..

Logan couldn’t move.

He couldn’t breathe.

The pain was too much.

Slowly, however, ever so slowly it began to fade.

He didn’t hesitate to push to his feet as Patton collapsed, praying they would move faster...

He had to get to him...

He had to save him...

A cold feeling slipped through the bond. It was like he was slowly marching into a lake during early spring when the water hadn’t quite turned yet.

His toes were icy, but the rest of him was still warming in the sun.

The events unfolding around the two men were distant as Logan slid to a halt, gaze shifting frantically, hands lifted as he tried to figure out how to help.

“There you are…” Patton breathed weakly, offering a small smile, lips painted the deepest red.

“P-patton,” Logan stuttered, trying to blink back tears as he tried to pull power from the man. “Y-you shouldn’t talk. I’m going to fix this! Everything’s going to be okay-”

The usually abundant power flickered briefly before disintegrating.

He tried again.

Nothing.

Patton’s power was as unstable as he was, both quickly dying.

The witch tried again.

“DAMNIT!” he snapped, slamming his fist against the ground painfully.

“I’m sorry,” Patton attempted, giving another small gurgling cough. “I’m so s-sorry, Lo-lo. I-”

“Shh shh…” Logan hushed, forcing his anger away and lifting his hands to the other man’s cheeks. “It’s okay, Patton. It’s okay…” he lied, the tears starting to fall without his consent.

Silence fell between them for a moment as Patton’s usually piercing blue gaze grew foggier.

“Hey!” Logan demanded. “Hey! Stay with me!”

Patton gave a small wheeze the witch assumed was supposed to be a laugh.

“Two w…” the dragon began, breath hitching for a moment. “Two weeks… Six and a half days.”

“What?” Logan mumbled, wiping away his tears.

“Two w-”

“Two weeks and six and half days, yes?” the witch rushed, causing the dragon to incline his head, a motion Logan assumed was a nod. “I don’t understand.”

“I… I forgot how old I was…” Patton explained, confusing the witch further.

“Patton-”

“I.. forgot… because it didn’t matter,” the dragon continued, He shifted, his gaze sluggish, palm turning outwards. Logan’s eyes followed the movement before he quickly placed his hand in the smaller man’s.

“I still don’t understand, Patton,” Logan repeated, voice cracking.

“Y-you…” Patton breathed, voice growing weaker. “You matter… T-two w… weeks… six-”

“-days!” Logan laughed wetly, finally realizing the significance behind the words.“Two weeks, six days, fourteen hours, and approximately fifteen minutes, judging from the position of the moon.” The witch’s tears returned as he reduced all their moments, all of their banter, all of their bickering, all of their laughter into the inadequate measurement of time.

Patton’s smile blossomed as he stared vaguely down at their intertwined hands.

Logan could feel him slipping.

The cold had gone, replaced by…

nothing.

Their bond was no longer there to annoy him, to make him feel all those unwanted emotions. The only feeling he had left was the emptiness of his sudden solitude.

It was just him again.

“Tell me…” Patton began in a hoarse whisper. “Tell me about the baby and its brother again… I-I… I can’t see it…. I can’t see the stars…” his voice began to sound panicked. “Logan… I can’t see the sky!”

“S-shh!” Logan urged, breath hitching in a small gasp as he failed to control his tears. “It’s okay… It's okay, P-Pat… I’ll be your eyes,” he reassured, his other hand dropping to sandwich Patton’s between them. He shifted to sit next to him, glancing at his face once more, and trying to imagine it how it usually was…. Always smiling…full of life… not this cold pale blankness now adorning his usually soft features.

He turned his face upwards.

“L-Lo?” Patton asked.

“I’m still here!” Logan reassured with a sniffle. “Can you feel me? Feel our bond?”

“You… You feel…” Patton whispered. “Happy.”

A broken sob escaped the witch.

Patton couldn’t feel his depression…. That was good.

“That’s because I am…” Logan lied. “I’m so happy I get to tell you about all my favorite things,” he reassured.

He waited for a response, but none came.

He could feel the numbness still there, still on the other side of their bond, but it was closing in.

Patton was fading fast.

“T-the sky… The sky is a bit cloudy tonight,” Logan began, gaze turned upwards. “B-but if you… if you look t-toward the constellation of Canis Minor,” he managed, giving a small sniffle before continuing.

The numbness drew closer.

He pressed closer against his dying partner, leaning a cheek against the top of Patton’s soft pink curls. Yet another one of Logan’s mistakes.

Patton smelled of campfire and mulled sweets, just as he had that night so long ago.

“N-nestled next to the constellations of…” another sob escaped Logan.

The darkness was closing in on him.

The bond was snapping.

Patton was already gone.

“Of Cancer a-and Gemini,” Logan went on, his sobs intensifying.

Death closing in on him.

“The brighter star is Procyon A, which is a spectral class.”

He felt dizzy.

“Which means… which means it’s a … it’s a baby star…” he cried, barely managing the words.

“T-though the human eye can not perceive it….”

His tears stopped.

Why had they stopped?

“There is a white dwarf… just beyond Procyon A, known as Procyon B…”

His voice was soft…

Barely a whisper…

“A..” he fought to keep his eyes open. “A tiny b-baby friend for…”

What had he been saying?

He collapsed against Patton’s side…

Huh…

At least it wasn't cold anymore…

Good…

He never really liked the cold…

To be continued....

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Fruition

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Chapter 38

Original story based on this wonderful post by @underdog-arts

TW: Major Character Death, blood, gore, cursing, cannibalism.

Virgil’s knees hit the ground, sending a shock through him.

He glanced up at the creature Noname had become, the beast currently curling around…

Was that Patton and Lo?

Horror struck him at the sight of his friends.

Were they dead?!

They couldn’t be dead!

He had to keep going….

He couldn’t give in…

He shoved himself up once more, bangs shading his eyes from the world around him.

He had to get to Roman…

“C’mon!” Remus cried, suddenly at the witch’s side. “He’s over there.”

Virgil didn’t protest as Remus wormed himself under the man’s arm, helping support his weight. If anything, Virgil was grateful for it.

Maybe the guy wasn’t so bad afterall...

“I hope you have some magic left, Badgerboy, ‘cause it’s not looking good,” Remus grumbled, his mustache twitching as he kept his gaze forwards.

Virgil peered up at him, doing his best to stagger along.

Remus looked so much like his brother, it was uncanny. It made Virgil’s chest ache.

They had the same jawline, the same shade of curls...

His eyes though…

His eyes were so different. Roman’s were always so bright and full of amusement, despite the pain that Virgil knew they always hid. They had a somber beauty to them that Virgil could get lost in.

Remus’ eyes were nothing like that. They were sorrowful too, but frantic. It reminded him of a cornered rat about to be devoured by a feral feline, trying desperately to figure a way out.

Then again, Virgil supposed they were all rats in this scenario.

It wouldn’t be long before Noname decided to stop toying with them and give the final blow-

“Roman!” Virgil rushed, pulling away from Remus’ hold towards the man currently stretched on the stone path before him.

“H-hey, Stormcloud,” Roman mumbled, glancing up at the witch. “Aren’t you a sight for�� for sore eyes,” the prince coughed, a pained twinge crossing his features for a moment.

Roman was in bad shape, but the force of the impact should have killed him instantly.

It was a wonder he was still alive at all.

“P-Patton…” he mumbled softly, “Is Patton alright?”

Virgil’s tension spiked at the question, causing him to glance over at his friends once more.

Patton was slumped over, features were hidden, pink curls falling into his face. His limp hand was still in Logan’s while the witch next to him continued staring lifelessly up at the stars. The giant snake-like dragon still coiling around their bodies.

“He’s fine,” Virgil reassured, turning back to the man he cared so much for. “L-Logan managed to heal him, he’s going to be fine.”

The lie felt unsettling, but the relief in Roman’s face had him unable to regret the words.

“Good… ‘s good,” the prince breathed, the tears finally falling in relief. The prince weakly reached for Virgil, the witch taking it without hesitation.

Roman’s expression shifted when their hands met, his eye’s dripping to close before the tension in his features drained completely as his grip lost all of its strength.

“Ro?” Virgil called.

The prince didn’t answer.

“Roman!” he demanded, giving him a shake.

“Wake up…” he pleaded, uncontrollable tears trailing down his face. “Wake up damn it!!”

Roman was leaving him just like everyone else did.

Just like his parents.

Just like Logan and Patton.

They were all gone.

They all left him alone. Alone with his thoughts, alone with his fears, alone with the person he always knew himself to be.

“You told me-” the witch snapped. “You told me that wherever I go, you would follow! You said, I had to deal with it whether I like it or not!”

No response.

“Please don’t die, Roman,” Virgil pleaded weakly, shaking his lifeless body once more. “Please. I don’t want to be alone again! Not after you! Not after everything!” He pressed his face against the blood stained fabric of Roman’s shirt, cloth dampening with his sobs, “I’m so scared!”

“Move!” Remus demanded, shoving the grieving man out of his way.

Virgil, shifted too exhausted to put up much of a fight.

“I’m sorry, brother,” Remus mumbled, lifting the blade. “This is going to hurt.” the mustached twin embedded a blade into Roman’s chest, making his body convulse slightly.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Virgil cried, lunging for the knife, Remus fending him off easily in the witch’s weakened state.

“Virgil,” Remus called. “Stop.”

“No!”

“Virgil!” Remus yanked on the witch’s shoulder pulling him back to what they were doing. “I know how to save you both, but we don’t have much time” Remus informed him, “ And you’re going to have to do it.”

“Do what?” Virgil asked, not understanding.

“Cut out his heart,” Remus ordered.

Virgil shook his head. He knew the trashrat was jacked in the head but this was beyond demented.

“What is wrong with you?!”

“Cut it out or you both die!” Remus snapped, taking the knife out of Roman’s chest and offering out the hilt.

Virgil hesitated.

This couldn’t be happening.

This was some sort of twisted trick.

“Virgil!”

The witch jumped, taking the knife.

Even if there was the slightest chance to save Roman, he had to take it.

It wasn’t a question.

He glanced up at Remus, hand gripping the dagger loosely.

The man didn’t seem phased in the least that his brother just died!

Virgil was shaking.

Remus gave an annoyed huff, rolling his eyes.

He reached out for the witch’s hand, guiding the wrist with the dagger back to Roman’s chest and burying it once more.

Virgil felt the blade cut past muscle and cartilage, the feeling making his stomach churn.

“You won’t have to cut much more away,” Remus informed him, helping apply pressure as they worked. “I think your hands are small enough that we won’t have to crack any ribs either.”

Virgil was going to vomit; he just knew it!

Blood pooled over the prince, running over his chest and onto the path beneath him.

It was still warm.

Oh gods, it was still warm!

“Virgil!” Remus snapped, glaring at the witch. “Stay with me! It’s only going to get worse.”

Virgil hesitated.

How could it…

Realization hit.

Logan had been right.

Everything had been right!

The witch pulled from Remus’ grasp and doubled over heaving.

The contents of his stomach hit the stone with a sickening sound as he coughed up the last of it.

“Feel better?” Remus asked, suddenly by his side.

Virgil didn’t answer.

“Good,” Remus continued, “Come on.” He took Virgil’s arm once more, dragging him back to the body of his dead lover.

Virgil shook his head.

He didn’t want to do this.

He couldn’t do this.

He felt the blade move as Remus worked with him.

It was as if Remus was a puppeteer forcing Virgil to obey his own movements.

“There,” Remus nodded, letting Virgil’s hand drop before taking the blade himself and removing it with one sharp tug. “Now, squeeze your hand in.”

“No,” Virgil rebelled weakly.

“We don’t have time to argue,” Remus growled. “It won’t work if I do it. Stick your damn hand in his chest!”

“No!” Virgil growled back.

“Gods you’re so squeamish,” Remus spat. “Listen, if his heart gets cold the spell won’t work. He will actually be dead. You-”

“He is dead!” Virgil spat.

“Ugh! You really are a Fuckwit!” Remus cursed, obviously frustrated. “He isn’t dead. His body is. You can bring him back, but we have to do this now! So, get your pansyass hand into his fucking chest and rip out his heart!”

Virgil stared at him in shock.

“NOW!” Remus snapped, making him jump.

Virgil’s gaze shifted to Roman’s blank face.

He steeled himself, eyes moving to the large gaping hole in his torso.

He reached out before hesitating once more.

“For fucks sake!” Remus cried, his hand once more taking control of the situation.

Virgil tensed, turning his face away at the feeling of warm blood and soft tissue.

“You’ll have to feel for the bone. Squeeze in between the ribs…” Remus instructed.

Virgil didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to-

“I… I think I found them…” he breathed weakly.

“Good!” Remus encouraged. “It’s going to be a tight squeeze but they’ll move out of the way for you if you press hard enough.”

Why did he sound like he knew what he was doing?

How many hearts had Remus-

It didn’t matter.

Virgil took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

So much had happened.

What if this was a hoax?

What if Roman couldn’t come back?

All his friends were dead.

He was already alone.

There was no hope-

“Virgil! Focus!” Remus demanded. “We’re doing this to save Roman.”

Virgil paused.

He’d gone through worse.

He had done worse.

All those years torturing for Noname. The same person currently.

He gave a small nod.

He turned his head away from Roman’s face as he buried his arm once more.

He could do this.

“Feel around for the-” Remus began.

“Got it!” Virgil breathed, fingers finally around Roman’s heart.

“Perfect!” Remus praised, sounding excited. “You’re not going to be able to pull it out in one peice. Just grab what you can and pull it out.”

Virgil willed himself not to think about what he was doing.

He couldn’t second guess this now…

He tightened his grip-.

The action sent more blood gurgling up around his elbow, the sound making him want to gag.

“Don’t vomit! Not again!” Remus pleaded. “We don’t have time!”

The witch swallowed, pushing down his nasua.

He pulled his arm out slowly, pausing to wrestle his hand out from between Roman’s ribs.

As soon as his hand was free, Remus wrapped his own around it.

“Show me,” Remus insisted.

Virgil refused to look as he spread his fingers.

He knew what was coming next.

He did his best to keep his breathing calm as Remus spoke once more.

“Now, take a bite,” the man instructed, pushing Virgil’s hand towards the witch.

Virgil shivered. He didn’t want to look. He didn’t want to think.

“Take. A. Bite.” Remus repeated, waiting for a response that never came. “Now!”

Virgil squeezed his eyes closed a bit more firmly, the tears that had never stopped still staining his cheeks.

He had to do this to save Roman.

Another sob escaped him.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his free hand, the action smearing Roman’s blood across his face. Remus was there once more, guiding the remnants of Roman’s heart to Virgil’s lips.

“Virgil…”

“I know!” the witch snapped angrily.

“The more you can manage,” Remus added softly,“the stronger the effect.”

Virgil breathed in deeply.

He took another breath before lifting his hand to his lips

He refused to open his eyes.

If he opened them now, he knew he’d never be able to do what was being asked of him

His breath hitched once more as he fought back more tears before leaning forwards, teeth sinking into flesh while the strange tang of copper coated his tongue...

To be continued...

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