Can I Have Can You Feel The Blood Draining From Your Body? With Intrulogical????

Can I have “Can you feel the blood draining from your body?” with intrulogical????

(it's gonna be short sorry)

They stand in front of him, a cruel, twisted smile on their face.

"Tell me, because I've always wondered," they begin, lightly caressing Remus' face with the knife, "Can you feel the blood draining from your body?"

Remus chokes out a sob, "W-why? Why are you doing this?"

Their eyes turn dark, "I wanna see him suffer."

"Who?" Remus asks, and regrets it instantly

They stabbed him again, this time in his shoulder

"Your boyfriend." he growled, dropping the knife and walking away

Logan would find him minutes later, just on the brink of death

"Remus!" he called, a sob leaving his throat as he scooped up his boyfriend

Remus coughed, "It's okay Logan."

"No no no you can't- I can't- Remus you can't die please no." he said, crying

"I love you." Remus said, letting his eyes close

"No. Remus. Remus!" he cried out

The sides would find him hours later, sobbing and holding Remus' body close

Some cute Rociet content, a little Romeo and Juliet, fencing. Possibly temporarily bleeding if I feel like making it so. Mwahahahahahaha (also Deciet's name will be Demitri in this)

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Roman, Thomas Sanders' Creativity, was a theatre nerd. It made sense that he was, given that Roman's best shined through Thomas whenever he was on a stage. So it couldn't be more fitting that there was a theatre inside the Mind Palace for Roman to practice in. A grand theatre that Roman had made by himself, for theatre was never really any of the other Sides' elements. Magnificent velvet drapes hung beside the stage and in the booths up high. Hundreds of seats filled the grand room, and golden accents could be seen everywhere. Roman put all of his heart and soul into creating it.

Roman stood on the polished mahogany stage in leggings and a loose apple red t-shirt, leaping along the stage every once in a while, reciting lines from one of the most famous, if not the most famous, of all Shakespearean plays. The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. Of course Roman was reciting Romeo's lines, because they both shared the first three letters of their first names, it makes sense.

"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and- Juliet is the Sun!" A voice merged with the Prince's own as he spoke, causing him to stutter. As he looked around wildly, he noticed a figure clad in bright yellow on the balcony prop he had conjured. The figure balanced his chin on his knuckles, gazing longingly into the distance as if deep in thought. "Oh, Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love." Demitri turned away from the stage as if in regret of a wrongdoing, sighing. Roman gazed thoughtfully at the reptilian side, replying. "I'll take thee at thy word: call me but love and I'll be new baptized; henceforth I never will be Romeo!"

The deceitful side glanced down at Roman on the stage, a smirk playing on his lips. He snapped his fingers and in an instant Demitri stood in front of Roman, his own clothes mirroring the Creative one's. "So you can quote Romeo Montague word for word. Interestingly enough, as can I." Roman licked his lips; they had gone dry. "People of the theatre must be prepared for anything. If it's to quote Romeo and Juliet word for word, then so be it." Demitri chuckled. "Yes, it is of good use to know the entire works of Shakespeare. My, my, Roman, you're sweating up a storm in here. I thought it was cold. And you look so tense." Roman blushed and wiped at his face, feeling beads of sweat run over the little lines on his palm. "Yes, I do get into a certain mood while practicing. On stage it's not as bad because, well, I have to be more professional and so does Thomas, of course." "Yes...of course..." Demitri agreed, eyes trailing down Roman's face. "I must ask, would you be opposed to a little fencing practice? I'm afraid I'm a bit rusty and I do need to stay 'sharp' with my skills. Pun unintended." Roman practically beamed, summoning two rapiers out of the air like the Fairy Godmother had done to retrieve her wand. One had a golden hilt, molded into the shape of intertwining snakes with emerald eyes. The other had a hilt of gold that looked to be made of fairy dust, with swirls throughout. The end of the hilt was inlaid with a single carved ruby. "Shall we duel?" The Prince asked. The Snake gave a smirk. "We shall."

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For hours, the two parried and attacked, slashed and advanced. Roman felt his heart flutter as he met his equal. Someone to match his swordman skills. Until finally the Prince dropped his sword in surrender. He fell to his knees, exhausted from the battle. Roman's breathing was heaving as Demitri bowed and laid his sword down. The Deceitful Side rushed over to the Creative Side, catching him as he collapsed into the other's arms. Demitri smiled bittersweetly, brushing the hair from Roman's face. "Well done, my Prince. A battle for the ages." Demitri quickly placed gentle kisses on Roman's forehead, proud of how gallantly and proudly he fought. With the snap of his fingers, a water bottle appeared in the snake's hands. "Have this, my Prince. You need some water." Roman was either blushing madly or his face was pink from embarrassment. Whether from losing the fight, moving so much, or the nickname, he himself didn't know. He still took the water bottle, his mouth was parched and the cold floor was only doing to much to cool his body temperature. Though Demitri's cold skin and scales felt nice against his arms and back.

"Thank you, truly. Never has anyone else had the physique, energy or knowledge to equal me in battle, much less best me. Also, rusty? I'm not even out of practice and we both know you were victorious." The human side of Demitri's face became heated, and he buried his face in his hands. "You flatter me, Roman." The Prince smiled. "No, I'm being honest. You beat me easily, and not many of the others can do that." Demitri smiled, a genuine, happy, smile. He hadn't received many compliments, but this one by far was the best. "I see I was right when I said you were tense. Can I ease the tension? It'll be better on your muscles." Demitri was quick to change the subject. Roman nodded, taking a sip of the cool water. Demitri slowly pushed his hands between Roman's shoulder blades, and immediately Roman's face went slack. "Wow...that-that's amazing. How do you-you do that?" Demitri giggled "Because I know where the pressure points in the human body are, and since you're so tense it feels better the second I start." Roman smiled and hummed slightly, leaning back into the Snake's touch.

"I...hm... Demitri?" "Mhm?" "Would you mind me touching the scales on your hand?" At this, Dee, blushed. "Um...sure, go ahead." Roman turned around, taking hold of the Snake's hand. His hand looked completely normal, except for the fact there was a patch of scales on the back of it. Roman ran his fingers over the smooth, glassy scales, smiling at how nice they felt against his fingertips. Demitri shivered as Roman ran his fingernails along the scales on his neck as well, not minding the physical contact. Demitri was leaning towards Roman, trying not to bury his face in Roman's neck right there. He just wanted to curl up in Roman's lap like a little python. But he feared that Roman wouldn't enjoy cuddling or snuggling up together. "Mm..." Roman glanced up, his trance broken. "What? Do you enjoy that?" "As embarrassing as it may be, yes. I like the warmth." Roman smiled. "Are you cold?" "I...maybe slightly..." Demitri admitted in a whisper. Roman giggled. "Would you be okay with a hug so you can be warm?" The Snake smiled, trying to hide the grin, and nodded. "Please." Roman pulled Dee into a massive hug, and Demetri curled into a ball, pressing against Roman for warmth. The Prince was like a heating pack, honestly. As if on autopilot, Demitri buried his nose in the crook of Roman's neck, trying to get as warm as possible. Roman glanced down at the other side with adoration, he was just so cute! The Creative Side pressed a small kiss to the top of the Snake's head, causing Dee to just go limp right there, just from embarrassment. Roman giggled and began to pepper Demetri's cheeks and nose with tiny, fluttering, kisses. "R-roman, s-stop- that tickles-" Dee let out a small squeak; Roman thought it was absolutely adorable. The fact that Roman had heard the noise just made Demitri blush even more, something that Roman loved looking at. "You're cute when you're flustered, you know that?" Roman said. "N-no I'm not!" That started an entire speech going on about how he was not cute and how he was one of the most dangerous Sides. Which Roman promptly ended with something that couldn't quite be called a kiss, but couldn't be anything else. Any and all color in Dee's face drained, and he became a stuttering mess. "I- Roman- uh- I'm- What?" Roman giggled and pressed another light kiss to the scales on Dee's face, making shivers jolt down his spine. Demitri slowly put his hands to the back of Roman's neck, trying for a proper kiss this time. And a proper kiss he received.

Dang straight, er-wait-no....

Dang GAY!

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I have ruined it.

The most gorgeous man alive

Could you draw... analogical? Maybe?

Im all for Logan being soft and cheesy

my sunset when it is too bright to see

a.k.a a pointless analogical drabble written at 12 am Because when Virgil was drowning, Logan would always come to lift him to the surface. If he were burning, Logan came to carry him out of the sunlight, to heal his burns. Virgil lived in a constant swirl of anxiety, depression, intrusive thoughts, showers that stung, headaches, it was always so much, always too much. No matter what, Logan listened to him when he was venting, overwhelmed. When his breaths were shallow, his thoughts running, his heart racing, Logan grounded him, breathed with him. When unwelcome thoughts plagued him, Logan was there to be the voice of reason, to talk him through those thoughts, to rationalize the situation. When Virgil felt the urge to start cutting again, Logan held him close, kissing him, promising that every single part of him was perfect. When his friends had issues bigger than Virgil could fix, Logan always held him in his lap, reminding him softly that he couldn’t save everyone, he couldn’t always have the emotional capacity for others, that he was already doing his best and Logan was so, so, so proud of him. Truly, in Logan’s eyes, Virgil was the loveliest, most ethereal, most precious thing in the universe, brighter than every star in the sky combined.

They were two like souls, two humans with the stardust from the same dead star in their veins, the string of fate binding them together. They breathed in the same rhythm, blinked in the same rhythm, their hearts beat in the same measure. They were like a chessboard, Virgil as the white squares, Logan as the black. They fit together perfectly; you could hardly have one without the other. 

Virgil contemplated these things, as he rested his head on Logan’s chest, his arms wrapped around him, a soft comforter covering them, feeling the gentle rise and fall of Logan’s chest. Here, he was safe.

As Logan woke up in the middle of the night, cuddling Virgil, his heart shined, filled with love to the brim. He wasn’t sure if his chest could hold all his love. They fit together like puzzle pieces, like their fingers intertwined. There was so much, so much, so much, but always, when the sun was shining too brightly for them to see, burning their skin, they had each other to be their sunset.

Hmm, i was kind of thinking Roman and Janus as catradora, but THIS IS GOOD TOO.

no thoughts head empty except for logince as catradora