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Chapter 1 Spiraling
Janus slammed the rotting door that led to the darkscape shut. The damaged walls rattled, a few chunks of rotting wallpaper breaking off and falling to the carpet. The deceitful side's dual colored eyes blazed in frustration and hurt. All he was trying to do was protect Thomas! Why couldn't they see that?! Just because he was labeled as Deceit didn't mean that what he said wasn't important. He had good intentions! Why couldn't they see that?! Janus didn't bother with his shoes, going straight to the livingroom and sitting down on the couch, one of the very few nice pieces of furniture that the two darkside's owned. It had a few rips and tears from Remus' Morning Star, but other than that, it was a decent couch.
Remus glanced to Janus, his lips pulling into a tight frown. It didn't take a Logan to figure out what had happened. Carefully, he reached his hand out to his friend, settling it onto the capelette-covered appendage. "Rough day?" He asked softly, using a tone that only Janus got to hear. That soft, careful tone that made Janus both want to melt and want to bury himself alive. Remus only used that voice when he was upset. He only used it when he was scared about the other side.
Janus took a sharp breath, biting back the tears that welled in his human eye. "Oh, it was just Splended" Janus rasped, his usually velvety voice thickened and twisted with tears he willed not to fall. Remus gave a light squeeze to the smaller side's shoulder. That's when the dam broke.
Janus froze for a moment, a shuddered breath escaping his lungs. The single breath became choked, followed by a sob. His shoulders jerked with each sharp jolt of his breathing, hiccuping and sobbing into his glove-covered hands. Remus, who was usually so chaotic and demented, carefully led Janus into his arms with a gentleness that was reserved only for the scaled side next to him. It took no more than a moment for Janus to cling to the other side, sobbing into that ridiculously flashy, yet oh-so-grotesque costume that he adored almost as much as Remus did. Sure, the sequins and other scratchy materials were not the ideal surface to be sobbing into, Janus couldn’t find it in himself to care at that moment.
Remus and Janus remained in this position for an unknown time, the two just clinging to one another as the deceitful side cried to his heart’s content. Neither one kept track of how long had passed, Janus’ desperate sobs fading to a weak wheeze. “Do you.. Wanna talk about it?” Remus inquired awkwardly. Janus paused, seeming to give Remus’ offer a thought, before shaking his head. Not today. Maybe someday, but not today.
“Alright, J-Anus. Why don’t you go rest a bit?.. I’ll go rip out some eyes for you. Ooo! I could make Tanghulu out of it with their crushed bones and make them watch! Wait.. they couldn’t watch.. Oh well!” Remus cackled, grinning slightly when he saw the faint smile on the serpent side’s lips. “I feel that would ruin the process of trying to get them to like us, dear.” Janus chuckled softly, carefully removing himself from the intrusive side’s front. “Who needs ‘em! We have each other and that’s enough. Too many people is just- eugh” Remus complained, settling down once Janus lightly kissed his cheek.
“Try not to wreak too much havoc.” Janus hummed to his beloved, yet demented, love. With a light ruffle of the brown and white hair, Janus slipped into his own room. The once welcoming soft yellow was almost too painful to deal with at the moment. All his favourite colour reminded him of the lightside’s bitter words.
Those snide nicknames and hateful insults burned away at his brain, flaring and raking down his very consciousness. Janus threw himself into his bed, missing Remus’ warmth, but not wanting to bother the other side again.
He was stuck in this endless spiral of frustration, of pain, of anger, of hurt. More and more emotions flooded his mind, dragging the deceitful side into the depths of restless sleep and mental turmoil.
A break
He just wanted a break.