I Need To Stop Asking Questions. (Deceit, Virgil, & Remus)

I need to stop asking questions. (Deceit, Virgil, & Remus)

In the darker side of the mindscape, it was quiet. Too quiet. Even with the other two dark sides being about as tall as his thumb, it was still eerily silent. He slowly stood up from the couch, walking around with his eyes on the ground. Where are they? Why is it so damn quiet, it’s never this quiet. At that moment, there was a loud crash coming from the kitchen and Dee ran in, groaning at what he saw. “Of course you two did this.”

Sitting on the counter was Virgil and Remus, covered in cookie crumbs from the cookies Dee had baked the other day. The cookie jar was in ruins on the floor along with random cookie crumbs and chocolate chips. They look up at him, Remus grinning brightly and Virgil looking like a deer in headlights.

“What on Earth did you two do!?” Dee asked, summoning a broom and dustpan, bending down onto the floor to sweep up the glass shards and cookie crumbs.

“We got cookies!” Remus chirped, shoving a massive chocolate chip in his face.

“Sorry Dee. We….kinda made a mess,” Virgil mumbled, ducking his head as he slowly ate a smaller crumb. “Don’t be mad.”

“I….I’m not mad,” he informed after a moment, waving away the mess. “But I want to know why you did this. You could of just asked me for help, you know that, right?”

“We wanted to do it ourselves!” Remus piped up, getting chocolate all over his face. 

Dee groaned, reaching out and plucking both of them up, cleaning up the counters. “ I need to stop asking questions. Come on, you both need a bath.”

“No way!” Remus whined, squirming and trying to get away, while Virgil sat calmly in Dee’s hand.

“Remus, calm down now,” Dee ordered, pushing the dark creativity down. “Just accept the bath and I’ll make more cookies afterwards, deal?”

Remus took a moment, a long, long moment, before grinning. “Deal! But they better be extra extra extra good!”

Dee chuckled, ruffling his hair. “Of course Remus, I’ll make them extra good for you.”

“No! They have to be extra extra extra good! Come on, super duper good!”

“Fine, they will be extra extra extra good, I promise.”

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Fic title game: "Dragon in a bottle"

Romulus sighed, tapping on the glass with his claws. He was so bored and this child staring him down did not bring him any comfort or amusement. The human child tapped the glass, causing Roman to back away. “Stop that!” He snapped, watching as the child yelped and scrambled back, tears filling their eyes.

He found that he didn’t feel bad in the slightest, since the child caught him in the first place. He was just lazing around on a rock, getting some bright, bright sunlight. After the rangers came and killed him, they actually just shrank him and let him be, not wanting to kill the peaceful dragon.

Romulus was still furious, not wanting to be the size of a lizard. He growled and snarled at them, watching them retreat and leave him with his hoard. he spent months burying his hoard to keep it safe, satisfied when everything was hidden underground from nosy adventures. He planned on getting his size back one day, but for now he would enjoy it. And he was, until this snot-nosed brat stuffed him in a jar and ran home, letting him be thrown around inside the jar.

He looked up when the child approached again, growling lowly. “Back away, human child, or I’ll burn your entire house down.

“Y-you don’t scare me! You’re just a...a lizard!” he insisted, sitting down in his desk chair. “I’m Patton, what’s your name?”

“I am Romulus Alexander Flameborn, Dragon of the North. You will bow before me human or I’ll burn you hands to crisps!” He snarled, his tail thrashing.

Patton stared at him, blinking like a confused deer. “I um....I can’t say that yet....I’m just gonna call you Roman!”

“WHAT?! HOW DARE YOU!?” He shrieked, spitting out fire, which was snuffed out by the cold glass. “HOW DARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BRAT!”

Patton huffed, pouting. “Don’t yell at me....and calling people Brats isn’t nice. You’re a very mean lizard. I just wanna talk to you for awhile....a few hours!”

Romulus, now Roman, groaned loudly. This was going to be a long, painful few hours. He turned his back on the child, curling up and deciding to take a nap. This child is loud and obnoxious....how dare he call me Roman. Even if it is a nice sounding name, it isn’t mine. My name is so much better.

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Title game: The Shadow Prince

Virgil sat on his throne, lounging back and messing with his phone. He kicked his feet, before he heard footsteps entering the room. He looked up, to see a knight wearing silver armor and a red sash across his chest.

“I have come to vanquish you, Shadow Prince! You’re reign of terror has come to an- hey! What did I say about phones?!” Roman cried out, huffing.

Virgil rolled his eyes and waved his phone away, pretending it didn’t exist. “Oh knight, you’re bravery amuses me, but today you shall perish,” he deadpanned, standing up and waving his hand.

“Haha! I will vanquish you de-ah!” He cried out when he was flung into the wall. “Virgil! I wasn’t do-hey!” He rolled away from the massive boulder that was heading for him. “Let me fin- ISH!” He ducked when the throne itself was thrown, almost landing on top of him.

“Sorry Princey, I can’t hear you~” He purred, throwing a ball of dark magic at him, watching Roman rolling and dodging everything he threw at the prince. He continued, walking closer to him. “You’re so funny, you know? It’s adorable when you-” He cut off with a squeak when the prince charged at him, knocking him back so he fell onto the floor, Roman hovering over him.

“Finally!” Roman gasped, his face flushed. “God damn will you let me finish my speech now?” He was stopped when Virgil pulled him down and pressed their lips together. He sighed, leaning in and brushing back the emo’s hair.

When Virgil pulled away, he was smirking up at Roman. “No, I don’t think so. I’d rather you be quiet and kiss me or go back to being a trick monkey for me.”

Roman paused, before shrugging. “Kisses it is, I suppose.” He pressed their lips together once more, this kiss being sweeter than the first. One of these days he was going to get Virgil to play properly, but until then he would continue to kiss his boyfriend and give him every bit of affection he could.