#LAMPR/CALMR

[thelostguardianau]

The Lost Guardian- Chapter Eight

“Heed the Silenced”

(Authors note: aha.. yknow I should probably stop making promises for this fic. Months later, w/ a chapter that doesn’t have Thomas in it, three different outlines down and i’m really just at the mercy of this fic at this point xD considering midway through writing this chapter I had to cut and rewrite an entire scene i’d spent a month on bc I’d decided that Dee had a chance at redemtion that added an actual direction and a tangable end goal to this story. So. Yeah. And!! A loud Thank You!! to @bumblebeekitten for helping me bounce ideas back & forth for this au and being my beta for this chapter!!)

Character Info & Art:

Patton | Logan | Roman | Virgil | Remy | Deceit | ??? | ???

Chapter Seven | Chapter Nine

Fandom: Thomas Sanders Sides

Pairings: Eventual Polyamsanders (LAMPR/CALMR-a.k.a LAMP/CALM + Remy ‘Sleep’ Sanders)

Warnings: THIS CHAPTER IS KINDA DIALOG HEAVY!(sorry) Currently depicted as morally grey Deceit(subject to change in future chapters), though the side of Deceit from his first appearance doesnt make an appearance in this chapter and it is explained why, mentions of past betrayal and dark descriptions of bodily concepts, curses, limitations, and changes only really explained as possible through the lore of this au. Deceit speaks in riddles because he has to, ominous warnings. Virgil still isn’t okay mentally. Mentions of indifference to death, lack of selfworth or self preservation. (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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Brown eyes flutter open at the chilly breeze of a fan, and the ravenette’s mind comes to realize that he’s been moved from resting on his stomach to laying on his back. Groggy from his much too short nap, it takes a few moments to realize there are no warm bodies near him or under him, no breathing or chatter of familiar voices to sooth him.

The room, he realizes, is empty.

The room itself is, in fact, not Remy’s bedroom at all.

Shooting straight up, Virgil’s first clear thought is that he’s back at home. At his apartment, this time in his hoodie yet still roughed up from his latest ‘adventure’. The scene is eerily familiar, and yet he knows this time that work is not where he needs to be. It’s already daylight and his mind now knows this familiar scene, he should feel alone. Yet, this time he can hear the sound of honking cars and people, his loud neighbor from upstairs stomping around.

It doesn’t make sense as he walks to his window and peers out to see vague cars and people, he can’t even seem to make out any individual faces. It’s grey and raining outside, but there is no pattering sound against the foggy window. ‘What’s happening?’ Virgil wonders.

“Life seemed so simple a week ago, even months ago, did it not..?” A familiar voice drifts from behind him. Ice cold fear shoots down the ravenette’s spine as he recognizes the voice.

“I can hardly believe you were able to leave it, your routine. It was your everything, back when you came to terms with what you had left. Am I wrong, Virgil?” Whirling around to face the voice, Virgil finds the terrifying ex-Guardian sitting on his couch looking quite at home, if a little sheepish.

“What do you care?” He spat back, stepping back against his window.

“I am only looking out for you, you know. I have been protecting you all your life. Of all people I think I would know what is best for you, don't you think? We are connected after all, you and I.” The man sighed, making a surrendering motion with his hands.

“Why would I trust you?! You tried to kill me yesterday!” Virgil growled. “Why--h-how are you even here!?”

“False, my dear Virgil. I tried to warn you. Sure,” The guardian rolled his hand as he spoke, “I am forced to have a round-about way of speaking my truths, it is just part of my consequences it seems. But how else was I going to get you to listen to me after the others fed you lies about me? I do sincerely apologize for my other half being rough, though. I cannot quite.. Control.. Him.” The guardian tilted his bowler hat down to guiltily hide his eyes, regret briefly twisting his expression.

Finally the Guardian stood, dusting himself off as if his immaculate attire had acquired dust from just existing in his apartment. “I needed my physical body to reach yours and make our soul connection strong again, so that my soul could reach yours. However.. The pain I caused you was far from my intention. I am deeply regretful that it came down to.. That awful encounter.

“To answer your question though, Virgil, I am here because I created ‘here’. A realm made to form this illusion of being home, sweet home, just on the corner of the little street you had come to live on for the past year. It is all my doing. Where you stand is simply an illusion only you and I can access, a manipulation of your dreams and memories. The only place where the real me can talk to you mostly unhindered.” The guardian gestured to his surroundings.

“It takes only one person to flip your life on it’s head, a matter of hours to make the decision of a lifetime, and a matter of days to have completely changed your life’s direction,” He turned to Virgil, and looked him straight in the eyes, feeling distant and lost.

“And only a matter of years to succumb to the depression of the lonely consequences..”

Virgil blinked at that. The sad, longing tone had him thrown for a loop; it almost felt like the Guardian wasn't even quite talking to Virgil. “I-What..? I.. I don’t understand.”

The Guardian shook his head, snapping out of it and refocusing himself. "Nevermind that. It is time I talked to you for real, if you will have me?" The Guardian held out a hand politely, though there was no real expectation for Virgil to take it.

After a pause, Virgil gave a slight nod, still suspicious of the other's intent. The Guardian returned the nod, and his hand fell to his side.

“I am limited to the time that you rest and for now I will not be able to explain myself thoroughly, so, I ask you to understand that I do not expect you to trust me when I am done. I honestly do not expect you to ever trust me. With the mistakes I have made, I firmly believe I would not deserve it.”

Virgil blinked in surprise, not having expected his captor to admit to his faults straight off the bat.

“Okay.. Well, we’re here, might as well hear your side of the story. So.. Shoot.” Virgil said lightly, distrust and suspicion still evident in his tone and stance.

“I would assume at this point you are well aware of how the story you have been told paints me as the villain, a mastermind seeking power, immortality, and revenge? At least, that is what I am led to believe is still the story, it has been many years since I have heard the tale first hand… And... Well. Would that not be so lovely?” Virgil made a face, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“I am serious. Life would be so much easier if it was all black and white, true or false, good and bad, would it not? If those who meant well knew everything and those malicious few could not corrupt anything?” The Guardian frowned a bit, frustrated with his words that couldn’t seem to cooperate with him.

“Would it not be lovely if I could talk to you without fighting to keep from turning every honest thought into a question or theoretical statement just to let it be said? That my words could hold a meaning not forcibly disguised in the forms of fables and riddles?” The Guardian looked down lamely, his words tapering off in agitation. For a moment, Virgil waited as the Guardian was silent, contemplative. Then, the next moment the Guardian’s face scrunched up in sadness and his words were soft as he placed a hand over his golden wrist markings.

“My story is complicated, and twisted with shades of grey. One could say what I did was an attempt to keep you safe, another could say that what I did was outlandish and impulsive, and stupid. But no one will be able to tell you that what I did went according to the plan I had... at first. No one will tell you that my intention was to save you, to keep your fate safe. No one will tell you that my plan was ruined. Because there is no longer anyone who remembers what happened that night except for me,”

The Guardian’s eyes flicked up to meet the ravenette’s, a hurt look passing over his face as he continued. His steady voice now just barely trembled with uncertainty as he continued.

“No one but me and the soul who wants so desperately for everyone to forget. The soul who ripped my own in two to bury the secret, and ruin you and I both.”

“My final warning is this: Beware of the man who carries the world on his shoulders unflinchingly, he will be watching you closely. You have immunity to his power thanks to our connection, you might use this knowledge well to find the truth that lies in plain sight. However, your fate lies in the decisions you chose to make with this knowledge, I can only warn you of what might come.” The Guardian nodded solemnly, choosing to finish his cryptic warning there.

Virgil stood there, reeling with the information. Sure, he definitely wasn’t completely convinced he could trust this cryptic stranger, Guardian? Foe? Friend? Virgil wasn’t really sure what to call him anymore. But damn, his life was already so fucking crazy, this was all just fucking crazy! He could just be dreaming for all he knew.

But… Deep inside, he was hoping he wasn’t.

This was, well. This wasn’t what he’d been expecting to hear when facing the man whose, er, body? Had originally tried to strangle him? Now he’d heard his sob story and, well, Virgil wasn’t that easy to fool, but he’d also been told that it wasn’t expected that he’d trust the guy even in the end and he didn’t really want to.

He’d been on the path to death for so long, and then just two days ago everything had changed. So much was happening, it was frankly exhausting. What the fuck was he, some book protagonist? Couldn’t he get a little time to think about all this before he went crazy?

Still, something under all his incredulity begged to hear the guardian out. He vaguely wondered how Stockholm Syndrome worked before he gave in a little. What difference did a little more crazy make in his life at this point?

“Fine, I’ll heed your warning, or whatever the fuck. But only if you can tell me what you mean when you said that this guy ripped your, uh, soul? In two.” Virgil huffed, partially relaxing. It was odd how comforting he found it to be, floating in this weird feeling imaginary world, where he could interact with objects that weren’t real. It felt like he was really standing in his home, and yet it was just built from memory.

The guardian’s solemn expression formed into a grim smile, eyes distant once more before nodding. “I will do the best that my words will allow.” Virgil nodded, and waited for the now very familiar stranger to gather his words and take a breath. Then he began, his markings lightly flashing gold.

“You find yourself whole one day, as you have always been. To be whole of body, whole of mind, both human and guardian in nature. To have conscious thought and control over your whole physical being and soul..

“You find that yourself and others of the winged variety are capable of separating your soul from your being, though only the most Elite can do it well. You find out the family you made would soon be in danger. You then find yourself lost and alone when you once had a home to call your own.

“You find yourself knowing a truth, a perilous truth. Your home is in shambles now that you are gone, yet they do not know it. This truth is at fault, but the blame is not fully your own in a world built on lies.

“The source of truth tucks itself into blankets of grey, drawing itself further from discovery with each passing day. Now only you know the truth. The source of the truth finds you, it seeks to hide you too.

“You find yourself split one day, as you have never been before. Forced apart from the body, trapped within the mind. Guardian in nature, to have conscious thought and your dying soul trapped within, a false mind piloting the puppeteered confines of a broken body with a blind goal.”

“You find you cannot control what you used to, you are a prisoner to a body that is no longer your own, mostly unconscious to the world around it. Crazed by the false emotions that fuel it.”

“The you that used to be is no longer, and has not been for over a hundred years. The world that knew you knows not of what you’ve become. Knows not of the shackles that bind you.

“The you that used to be is no longer, and will never be again.” The Guardian finished, hesitant yellow eyes meeting Virgil’s carefully. Phantom goosebumps trail down Virgil's arms as the final sentence strikes a cord in him.

Virgil found he really wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, the rawness in the other’s tone spoke volumes of the sore spot they’d reached.

“Your body rests, but your mind also needs time to process today. I shall see you when you next rest, though only if you wish to seek me. Rest well knowing that you will not be scooped from your safety once more, as I hope I’m never to do so again. And...” The guardian paused, considering their next words very carefully.

“I know it is selfish to ask... but, I hope and wish that Thomas is alright, after all this time... Do take care of him, would you?”

Virgil paused and stared, finding only concern and longing in the guardian’s expression. And, well, fuck. What a way to pull at a guy’s heartstrings.

“Er, yes. Yeah. I’ll try my best.” Virgil gave his signature mock salute, the Guardian tipping his hat in return.

“Trying is all I could ever ask of you, Virgil. Rest well, you will need it.” And with that final sentence, the world around Virgil gently grew dark, and he sunk into the comforting arms of sleep.

Despite it all, Virgil still found his mind vaguely conscious. Sluggish at best, but awake nonetheless.

He figured it was likely some lingering effect from the Guardian’s dream realm, but didn’t dwell on it. His life had way too much else going on to be debating the side effects gained from Guardian powers.

First, he’d been pretty damn convinced two days ago that he was going to be a goner by the end of the month. Completely resigned to die believing that his very existence was scorned by the world he’d been unwillingly born into.

Then Patton had stumbled onto his shitty apartment’s roof, found him in all of his resigned and depressed glory, and changed his life forever.

They’d mostly skipped the whole ‘Human nature is a series of life, death, and rebirth’ spiel that guardians were known to give in these situations because... Well, It wasn’t like they’d really had time to address it before the truth about his soul had come out. That he wasn’t exactly human to begin with.

Virgil didn’t think that Guardians had ever had a situation like his before. There wasn’t a protocol for comforting a kidnapped guardian soul. It’d never been a possibility before!

So it wasn’t surprising then, that Virgil didn’t have any better of a time processing it.

His whole life, all that he’d known to be true, all that he’d believed in? Everything had been uprooted and turned on its head. He’d apparently been living a life that was not supposed to be.

Perhaps for the first time in two days, Virgil realized that the thought of his death at the end of the month had not been consistently worming into his brain. It had once been something he could never seem to stop thinking about.

The death indicated by his soul timer was now perhaps the farthest thing from his mind.

Perhaps the strangest thing so far was that he wasn’t alone anymore. He’d possibly had more physical contact with other people in the short two(three?) days since this adventure started then he’d had in the past 16 years.

And wasn’t it just the cherry on top that he’d also gotten nearly choked out by the very guardian accused of kidnapping his soul in the first place? And now he was considering trusting the damn guy.

Virgil hollowly wondered why he even cared.

Why did he care about staying alive now when he’s spent his whole life believing he never would? Up until two days ago, that belief had still been true. But now? Avoiding death was the goal, Logan had stated as much.

Really, would Virgil lose anything by trusting the banished guardian? Even if the guardian was trying to trick Virgil and got him killed, what difference would it make? That’d always been the goal before. What did he, Virgil, really have to lose?

If it happened that Virgil lived past his twentieth birthday, if he became a guardian like he was supposed to be in the first place. Would he want that? Did he want that?

He wasn’t sure. Didn’t know if he ever had been.

His life had been built on resignation to the inevitable. Nothing seemed to motivate him towards liking or hating that possibility. He was just that.

Indifferent.

And wasn’t that just the greatest revelation of the night? Finding out that you’re indifferent to living or dying.

Once this was all over, if Virgil lived that long, he would make a note to see a therapist. He knew very well that this kind of mindset was unhealthy to keep. It just couldn’t be helped that the nineteen years he’d lived with this particular affliction couldn’t be fixed by a few extra hugs and comforting words.

Even if he didn’t like the fact that death sounded like the more peaceful option.

His thoughts paused, mentally sighing at the downward spiral he’d caught himself in. It was tiring, and going nowhere.

‘For now,’ he decided, ‘I’m just going to see how this plays out. The Guardian said that none of the others remember the truth, or whatever. So, It’s a ‘he said-they said’ situation right now...’

‘I’ll have to keep an eye out for the guy that he warned me about, then. Who knows if he's as dangerous as The Guardian made him out to be. It’s hard to tell with the weird way he has to talk..’

Virgil paused again, a realization striking him. If he could have groaned, he would have. Not once had he been given or even remembered to ask for the name of said Guardian. What was he supposed to call the rogue Guardian now? He couldn’t just keep calling him The Guardian!

Amidst the disbelief of such a slip up, a foreign yet familiar feeling prodded questioningly at his conscious mind. Adding confusion into the mix of emotions, he returned the feeling with a questioning thought of his own.

He briefly heard the Guardian’s whispy voice once more, now acting with permission.

“You may call me Janus”

Then all at once, Virgil woke up.

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Chapter Nine

[thelostguardianau]

The Lost Guardian- Chapter Seven

“A Lull in Time”

(Authors note: Oh thank fuck, finally, an update! What do you mean it’s been months?? Ah shit. Sorry. Well, It’s here now, and the setup is readying for the grand entrance of the Origin Guardian! I promise, the next chapter will not take another multiple months if I can help it. Thank you @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 for helping me Beta read!)

Notice!: I’ve done some really cool art that also gives some background for these characters, please check it out!

Patton | Logan | Roman | Virgil | Remy | Deceit | ???

Chapter Six | Chapter Eight

Fandom: Thomas Sanders Sides

Pairings: Eventually Polyamsanders (LAMPR/CALMR)

Warnings: Hints at injuries and heavy defeatism within conversation. Let me know if I missed anything!

Consciousness does not greet him all at once, and instead Virgil finds himself floating back and forth freely in his mind as his body begins to wake up slowly. Instantly, Virgil recognizes the familiar haze that has settled over his senses, and like a match, his anxiety lights up with a single strike.

Oddly enough, at first all Virgil feels is his anxiety, his senses not responding immediately and at first, that just fuels his anxiety more. This was just like the familiar haze that had been settled over him from before, when he had been faced with a very real threat and yet was unable to react due to said haze. It had settled into his head, but instead of it lying to Virgil that everything was fine, it simply rolled soft waves of calm through him, asking his body to be still, be patient. He couldn’t react, but his mind was clear, unhindered by an unsaid command.

Panic lapses over on itself roughly a few times until the first sense returns to him, touch. Though foggy at first, Virgil’s mind is eased into the understanding that his head is being cradled somehow on something soft and warm. Fingers and palms gently rub at his temples and comb through his hair in slow, soothing motions. His body is laid out on something soft but firm, it feels like the familiar bed he had been sleeping on the night before.

His thoughts swirl around vaguely, settling a heavy unease into his chest as the initial panic begins to sort itself out, and his awareness finally clears. His body feels heavy, eyelids and limbs limp against his command, a sharp contrast to his exhausted mind spiking with worry.

He can't move, he can't move, but- he can feel. And, despite this disorientation and unease, Virgil’s body feels safe. His chest raises in gentle and slow breaths, and whoever touching him moves their fingers and gently slides them behind his head, tilting it up a bit to slip behind his ears and carefully massage his neck. Slowly, his hearing comes to him, and the unease calms a bit.

“Hey, babe.. hi, hey, there we go.. can you hear me, doll?” A thumb stokes right behind one of his ears, and his sense of hearing is fully returns. Remy’s voice curls soothingly around his head, comforting, solid, and true.

“There, there, babes. Rem’s gotcha. You’re safe now.” Though still on edge, his anxieties lessen a fraction at the familiar voice speaking to him, calm and soothing.

“Now I know, doll, all this is high-key scary and after all that just happened you probably aren’t faring any better with your circumstances as is, but.. I’m making the decision to take rein of your soul’s connection so you aren’t assaulted by all your senses at once while you process, okay darlin?” A hand trailed along his temples in small, soothing circles, and despite Virgil’s heavy eyelids obstructing his view, he felt himself slowly calming down.

Gentle fingers soothed over the expanse of Virgil’s neck, a feeling that would have caused him to shutter if he could. What unnerved him was how Remy’s fingers caught slightly even with the lightest touch of Virgil's skin, it reminded him clearly at what had been done, what he had done.

“You gave me quite a fright, V.. seeing ya freak out so bad, I wasn’t prepared for it..” Remy hummed gently to the seemingly sleeping human, though any Guardian would know better when hearing Virgil’s mind go a mile a minute.

“Makes me wonder what freaked you out so bad, hon.” With a light, gentle stroke over Virgil's eyelids, the heaviness slowly faded, allowing his eyes to flutter open.

Virgil is greeted with a rather wrecked Remy, hair askew and sunglasses absent, worry lines as present as his glowing eyes, as if the lines had always been there. The small smile the elite holds is not self-assured, attempting to be comforting but still so very cautious. Remy’s thumbs still slide soothingly over Virgil’s cheeks and jaw as they share a silent moment of communication, so many questions threatening to spill out of either being, yet nothing is said. Despite the silence, there is still an unspoken understanding between them, one that knows fear and one that knows failure.

A gentle knocking draws their attention to Remy’s bedroom door, it opening slowly with Remy’s answering hum. Virgil wishes he could rub his eyes, which still feel the remnants of his brief sleep, as he is greeted with Roman’s worried gaze peaking past the door frame. Roman seems to visibly relax when Virgil’s awakened eyes meet his own, the ravenette thankful as Remy’s hands tilt his head towards the door to avoid him straining his eyes.

“There you are, Stormcloud.. Welcome back to the land of the living!” Romans voice is weak, attempting to boast in a lighthearted manner, but there's no hiding the concern and guilt in the other’s glowing red and gold eyes. Virgil can only hope his body does not look as wrecked as it feels.

Roman’s mouth opens to say something more, but a pair of loud footsteps, and a pair of slower, quieter following footsteps silence him as Ro turns to look into the hallway. It takes a second before a very disheveled Patton appears, wide watery eyes landing right onto Virgil's form. Nothing is said as Patton's hand curls over his own mouth, slowly walking into the room and stopping a small distance away. Virgil inwardly cringes as the sound made from the guardian dropping straight to his knees to be somewhat eye level with the ravenette. “Oh, Virgil..”

Logan slides up against Roman, looking just as ruffled as Remy, guilty eyes meeting Virgil all the same. Nothing is said for a long, long moment before Remy sighs, gently fingers curling soothingly along his jaw. The ability to move his jaw returns to the ravenette, but still he makes no move to speak, staring almost hollowly at the others.

“Virgil..? Can you please let us know what the fuck happened back there? An’ how the hell you got outside?” Remy’s voice reverberated in his head, though soft and calm, it still bothered Virgil some.

Shining brown eyes trailed down to Patton, thinking over his response for a long moment before speaking, “..Him. He came.. Took me.. Warned me.”

“What did he warn you about, Virgil?” Logan’s crisp voice echoed a tension that clearly indicated restrained anger. He thought for a moment, eyes unfocused as the scene relapsed in his head. With a shudder, he closes his eyes and does not respond. “Well? What did he say?”

“What does it matter, Logan? I’m doomed to die, I’m nothing more than an object of revenge, I don’t matter. That's what. And to be honest, he’s not wrong.” Logan hissed at that, “Virgil, that's not true.”

“How is it not true, Logan? I’ve all lived my life knowing only one thing is certain, that I’m destined to die. It’s just Fate’s sick cruel joke to give me some hope before I inevitably fall victim to it’s whims. Why else would it still be trying so hard to kill me? What's the point in trying to save me when we all know that I’m too weak to save myself. I’m not worth the trouble okay? I’ve been a deadman since I was born, apparently.” Virgil laughed bitterly at that last part, tears threatening to spill. “I can’t change that.”

“Virgil,” Roman’s strained voice trembles, “I don’t understand how you don’t understand that-that, you just aren’t alone anymore! You speak like we aren’t by your side! Like we can’t help you! But we can, and we will! We’re right here, with you. It’s true fate has delt you a fucked set of cards but that doesn’t mean you can’t win with them.” Roman’s voice gets closer, and Virgil dares to open his eyes. Roman is sitting close to him, slightly closer than Patton, and Logan has moved closer to comfort Patton as well.

“You can, and you will, fight this. Know why I know you can do that? It’s because you won't be doing it alone. You are stronger than you think Virgil. And you’ll be even stronger once Thomas gets here and rebuilds your soul. And with us around, more alert than ever, he won't be able to touch you ever again.” Roman hummed, reaching to sooth a hand through Virgil’s messy hair.

Virgil sighed, willing his tears back a bit with a few blinks to accept the gesture, sighing again softly when the other rested a hand on his cheek. “I want to believe you, Roman.”

He watched a tired but successful smile flicker onto Romans face, before the other leaned a pressed a gentle kiss to the others forehead. “That's a perfectly good start, Mi amor.”

“If it helps, Virgil? Now that we know his tricks, he won't be able to use it again. I don’t think he realizes he isn’t stronger than I on my own, let alone in any combination with Roman, Patton, and Remy,” Logan hummed, soothingly petting Patton’s head which was tucked under his chin, then in a lower, protective growl, “And he will certainly pay for the distress he’s caused you, Virgil.”

Virgil smirked tiredly, feeling loved and protected again. Slowly, Remy released Virgil’s senses altogether, now that he was sure the other was no threat to himself. With full control, Virgil attempted to sit up, wincing and trying not to hiss at the soreness in his body from his earlier terror filled event. Eventually he was up, though still leaning against Remy heavily, exhausted and hungry. There was a long moment of contemplative silence, tension still thick in the air but slightly more lessened now than before.

“Hey, uhm.. Virge? Can I um..” came Patton's voice after a minute, hesitant and scared to ruin the calm moment. “C-can I hold you?”

Virgil hummed softly before opening his arms, smiling faintly at Pattons soft happy cheer, and let himself be picked up by Patton. Once settled into the others lap, leaning against the others chest, Patton soothed his hands over Virgil’s sore back, trying to loosen a few knots and help Virgil feel better. Eventually Logan and Roman joined the other three on Remy’s bed, settling over one another in a haphazard but safe cuddle pile. Even Patton had leaned back, with Virgil in tow, and was now flat on his back with Virgil cuddled up on top of him and listening to the guardian’s heartbeat.

“We’ll go get some food in a bit, god knows how hungry you probably are after that. And heaven knows I need a cup of coffee after this morning’s events. But right now, lets just.. chill out. Regroup.” Remy offered, practically melting against Roman’s hands running through his hair. There was a small chorus of agreement as the mood settled into something calmer.

After a few minutes, Patton soothed a hand over Virgil’s neck, rubbing softly in hopes to sooth the irritation a bit as he spoke. “This time we’re not gonna sleep on the job okay? So, if you want too, honeybee, don’t hesitate to nap. You deserve it, okay? We’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Promise?” Virgil whispered, eyes drooping tiredly and of their own accord.

“We promise, honeybee.”

Slowly, but surely, Virgil allowed his eyelids to shut, hands gripping at Pattons shirt as he drifted off bit by bit. The others would wake him for food in an hour or two, but for now, they let the boy rest, and hoped that Thomas would arrive by the afternoon.

Only then, would this issue begin to be resolved.

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