Chapter Text
DATE: February 1
TIME: 11:36 P.M.
You might think that the Dark Sides’ rooms were, well, dark. They weren’t. At least, their rooms weren’t. The rest of their - Quarters? Hideout? Whatever you want to call them - were. Had to keep up appearances, after all. But their rooms weren’t dark.
Deceit’s room was well-lit, spacious, and had his signature black and yellow color scheme. But it was a soft yellow, and the black was really more gray. His walls were covered in posters of movies, plays, and musicals. What could he say? He was an actor of sorts.
That was where he and Remes sat. Deceit had never seen the Duke’s room, and, to be honest (something he rarely was, even with himself), he didn’t want to. That’s why they were in his room instead, sitting across from each other on the floor.
“All of him?” Deceit asked.
Remus nodded, grinning.
“He’ll won’t be changed at all, you know.”
“That’s why I came up with it.”
Deceit paused for a moment to consider. “It’s not a good idea, you know. Who would you want to take first?”
In response, the Dark Side of Creativity slid a piece of paper to him. “Eh, I thought the Heart would be a good start, ya know? Then it’d probably be easier to get the others.”
Deceit picked the paper up. On the side facing him, it showed a list:
1 --- Patton
2 --- Roman
3 --- Logan
4 --- Virgil
On the opposite side, it showed a badly drawn depiction of a plan. There were two beds, one drawn in black and yellow, and the other had “Others” written on it.
“Do we have to use my bed?”
The Duke sneered. “Would you rather use mine?” Deceit shivered and nodded. “Thought so. It’s kinda messy.”
After outlining the plan some more, Remes left. They had approximately an hour to get ready. Not that there was anything to really get ready for. So Deceit was left to do as he pleased, which happened to be taking a nap.
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Across the mindscape, Virgil sat up just as Deceit lay down. As usual, he was too worried to sleep. He got up and started pacing around his room. There was a point at the foot of his bed that creaked whenever he stepped on it, causing him to flinch. There was an answering creak from the hallway, followed by a knock on his door.
He grumbled and walked to the door, opening it so that only his face was visible. “What do you want, Roman?”
“I woke up and realized that I forgot to give this back to you.” Roman held out Virgil’s old hoodie. He’d borrowed it earlier when they were watching a movie, and he was cold.
“Thanks.” Virgil reached out and grabbed the hoodie, gathering it close to him. “ I didn’t even realize it was gone.”
“So, uh…” Roman scratched the back of his head, searching for something to say. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“You know it.” The two stood in silence for an awkward moment. “Well, um, goodnight?” Virgil started to close the door.
“Yeah. Goodnight.” Roman smiled and waved, starting down the hall toward his room.
As the door closed, Virgil turned and slid down the door. He leaned his head back against it and hugged his knees to his chest. He still had his hoodie in his lap, which now smelled strongly of Roman - rosemary and eucalyptus. Virgil closed his eyes and started to drift off.