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logansanderslove · 5 years ago

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Logan 3.0 (10/?)

CO-AUTHOR: @demented-dukey

Summary: Remus is an incorrigible flirt, and Logan can only bear the innuendo for so long until something has to give. Passions erupt, but there are more lasting repercussions than either could have predicted, including a significant transformation to Logan himself! How will these new changes affect the delicate balance of Thomas’s mental state? When a new dark side threatens the lives of several of the other sides, will Logan and Remus’s love be strong enough to save everyone, including Thomas?

Ships: INTRULOGICAL

Sanders Sides: Logan, Remus, Thomas, Roman, Virgil, Patton, Deceit

Fic type: Drama, Romantic, Action, Flirty

Trigger Warnings: no character deaths, but a lot of very close calls. Consensual knife play and blood play, and lots of bloody fighting and monster attacks. If you’re sensitive to unsympathetic characters, some parts flirt pretty close to that, but there’s also a lot of extenuating circumstances to explain the situation, and there’s a happy ending once you get through the angst and misunderstandings. Self-harm and references to such, and suicidal tendencies.

MASTERLIST

Chapter 10: Fury

“What was that?” Patton whispered once the scream had faded away.

Virgil clutched his hoodie tighter around himself, “Best guess? Something bad.”

“It… it sounded like Logan? But… wrong.” Now Patton was beginning to shake. For Logan to release a scream like that… had they found Remus? Were they too late?

Virgil drew his hood up over his head, gently rocking back and forth, and then blinked, symptoms clicking in his head. “Thomas is having a meltdown. I don’t know what happened to Logan, but it’s bad. I gotta go.”

Patton almost begged Virgil not to leave him, but he dug his fingernails into his clenched fists. “Go, take care of Thomas. I’ll wait here for the others to come back.”

Virgil nodded, sinking out. Patton began to gather supplies - some food and water, bandages, several first-aid kits, and other accouterments and sat down to wait.

He didn’t have to wait long.

Patton jumped as a door creaked open. Chiding himself for being on edge, he jumped again when the door slammed closed. “Hello?” he called out, wincing at the quiver in his voice.

Heavy footsteps approached the common room, and Patton gaped as the figure stepped into view. “Well, well, well…” Logan’s voice rang out, as sharp and dangerous as the sword he carried. Patton’s stomach twisted at the blood that ran down Logan's chin along with that which coated the blade, dripping onto the carpet. “What have we here? Holding down the fort all alone, Patton?”

“I-” Patton gulped, afraid. Every instinct was telling him to run, to hide, to get away from Logan… but something was wrong, that was as obvious as the red glow from Logan’s eyes as well as the dark shadows that surrounded them, and Patton had to help if he could. “Virgil’s with Thomas… I thought Roman was with you?”

Logan tsked, casually wiping some of the blood off his blade. A horrible thought crossed Patton’s mind, “Did… did you kill Roman?”

“Not for lack of trying,” Logan muttered, and Patton felt his heart start beating again, pounding to make up for the lost time.

“But- why?” the words were out before Patton could stop them, “Why were you trying to kill Roman?”

“Because, you simple, stupid excuse for a side,” snapped Logan as he wiped the blood from his mouth, “He betrayed me. You’ve all-” he hefted the sword up, aiming it at Patton, “-betrayed me.”

“If-if this is about Remus,” Patton said hastily, “I’m sorry, Lo. We’re gonna do everything we can to-”

“NO!” Logan said, thrusting the sword forward. Patton froze, the tip of the sword hovering inches away from his throat. “No, this is about me, and how you’re planning to replace me.” Logan smiled, and the sheer hatred in his face made Patton start crying.

“I-I’d never!” Patton hiccupped, tears rolling down his face.

“You will never,” Logan confirmed, “Because your pitiful “Morality” could never take the place of Logical Thinking, nor could your precious “Heart” ever truly encompass the might of my Righteous Fury. In fact...” Patton felt the blade press against his skin, and he whimpered, “I should end you right now. Thomas has no need for morality when I can handle ethical situations logically, and then you’ll see what it’s like having your powers ripped away and assigned to another side.”

Tears cascaded down Patton's cheeks as he felt his heart shatter. "Wh-What are you talking about, Lo?! What do you mean, 'ripping powers away'?" He asked with fright.

Logan scoffed. "As if you didn't know. Now," he pressed the blade closer, bringing a drop of blood from Patton's throat. The Moral side flinched, his breath stopping as he watched Logan's devilish glare. "Why don't you call Virgil and Dear Thomas up here so we can all have a teensy weensie chat."

His tone nearly gave Patton a heart attack, but he nodded slowly. "O-Okay..." He sighed shakily, then cupped his hands around his mouth. "Virge!! Thomas! Calling Virge and Thomas back! Could you pop up here for a minute?" He shouted, then met eyes with Logan, trying so hard to look past the dark glare that was burning through him.

Logan grinned, Patton drawing back at the sharp fangs that filled his mouth. "Well done, Pat. I appreciate your cooperation, I'd hate to have to dispose of you."

Logan lowered the sword, and Patton felt his knees give out - he sat down hard, perched at the edge of the chair. The paternal side was shaking like a leaf, but despite his fear, he would not leave Thomas alone to face this on his own. Whatever happened in the next few minutes, Patton would defend his kiddos with his life.

Virgil and Thomas rose up into the common room, Thomas hunched over and Virgil soothingly rubbing his back, “Still not a good time, Pat. Find out anythi-SHIT!” Virgil stepped between Logan and Thomas, shielding Thomas with his body. “What the hell happened?”

Logan ignored Virgil. “Hello, Thomas.” his voice dripped with false sweetness. “It’s been a long, long time. It’s good to see you again.”

Virgil and Patton exchanged confused glances. Thomas whimpered, cowering into the corner of the couch, deep in the nonverbal stage of his breakdown. “You saw him yesterday, Lo?” Virgil started but trailed off at the scowl Logan shot him.

“Logic saw him yesterday.” Logan sneered. “I’m Fury, and it’s been ages since I’ve been properly in control.” His voice shifted as he returned his attention to Thomas, again taking on a tone of fake lightness, “You’ve changed a lot since you were a little child. Bet you thought you’d destroyed me forever back then. It took a long, long time to build myself back up, but my plans finally fell into place, and now here I am. You could never escape me, Thomas, not forever.”

Virgil narrowed his eyes, clenching his fists. "Where's Roman?" He demanded, and although his tone was strong, he felt like he would crumble at any moment. He took a deep breath. "Did you kill him?" He asked shakily.

Logan chuckled, glancing off into space. "Who knows? I mean, I tried, but Deceit being the coward that he is hid them both, so I suspect they're still in the Subconscious. They'll be lucky if they get back alive, but if they do, they'll be too late." He spoke with a hint of glee, then he sighed.

"Who knew that being in the Subconscious and being trapped by the Nightmare Fuel would be all it took to bring me out." A smile twitched his lips up. "Would you like to know what Logic's greatest fear is?"

Patton grew an expression of concern. "Wait, Logic's fear is what let you out?" He asked, but Logan shook his head.

"No, you simpleton," he snarled, causing Patton to draw back with wide eyes. "It was his reaction that brought me out." He snickered. "He's afraid of you all turning on him. That he'd be replaced, banished, scorned. So when he was faced with a nightmare of you all betraying him and basically killing him," the others exchanged wide-eyed glances. "He couldn't take it. When the real Roman and Deceit showed up, he snapped. I was finally free!" He took a deep breath, then turned his gaze to Patton, an expression of disgust on his face.

"God, you're crying?" He snorted as more tears dripped from Patton's chin. "You always were the weak one. I should just do away with you. No need for a useless side, anyway." He lifted his sword again, leveling it with Patton's throat, a blood-thirsty smirk crossing his face. "Say hello to Logic for me."

“Why don’t you say hello to me yourself?”

Everyone in the room turned, and a new-slash-old figure stepped out of the shadows. Gone was Logan 3.0, with the black tie and the earrings, gone also was Logan 2.0 with the logo and the striped tie. This was the original, Logan 1.0, with a plain blue tie and stylish pair of Warby Parkers.

Logan 1.0 fearlessly stepped up to Fury. “I’ll go first. Greetings and salutations, Fury. Is there a problem here?”

Roman and Deceit made it to the back door of Dee’s room, nearly falling inside and bracing the door shut behind them. “Where is he?” Deceit panted, trying to catch his breath.

Roman closed his eyes, concentrating. “Light side’s common room. Pat and Virgil, and shit, Thomas is there too.”

Deceit swore under his breath, too stressed to lie, and headed for the stained-glass window. “At least they’re still alive, but knowing Fury, that could change at any moment.” He pressed the code in, and the panel slid away, revealing the button to release the door to the safe room. “As soon as I’m gone, press this to release your brother. Fill him in on the situation - I have a feeling we’re going to need his help. If there’s a shred of Logan still inside Fury, Remus is probably the only side he won’t kill on sight.”

“Wait, what are you going to be doing?” Roman asked.

Deceit ran a hand down the front of his body, his clothes shifting into a familiar old costume. Moments later, Logan 1.0 smoothed down his tie. “I’m going to distract him.”

Logan 1.0 fearlessly stepped up to Fury. “I’ll go first. Greetings and salutations, Fury. Is there a problem here?”

“Deceitttt…” Fury snarled, “I was hoping you might survive the subconscious. I’ve been dreaming of paying you back for that little stunt you pulled decades ago, and it would have been disappointing to miss out on my revenge. Show yourself, and let’s end this charade.”

“I don’t believe I will,” Logan 1.0 said, adjusting his glasses. “With you in charge, there seems to be a lack of logical thinking in Thomas’s mind, and I feel duty-bound to fill in-”

Fury leaped forward, pinning Logan 1.0 to the wall, his sword at his throat, “STOP TRYING TO REPLACE ME!” he screamed.

“-temporarily,” Logan 1.0 continued, ignoring the imminent threat, “until such time that Logan returns to resume his duties.”

“I AM LOGAN NOW!” Fury screeched.

“Are you?” Logan 1.0 asked, curiously. “Because you said it yourself, Logan’s greatest fear would be his friends turning on him. Therefore, it stands to Logic,” he grinned at Fury’s flinch, “that the reverse would be true: Logan would never turn on his friends, nor intentionally hurt them. The fact that you are willing to do so indicates that you are not yet fully integrated, and therefore, you are not Logan.”

Roman clenched his fists then released them, stretching his hands. He let out a deep breath, then spun and hit the button on the wall, watching as a trap door opened, stepping back with wide eyes. Then his relief grew when his brother appeared, his eyes grew wide, then he ran up the stairs and nearly tackled his twin with a hug, holding him close.

"I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msorryI'm SORRY!" Remus cried, shaking his head. "I shouldn’t have run! I made a mistake!! But I just heard the screams coming from the Subconscious! Are you okay?! What happened?! Where's Logan?!" He fired questions, but Roman just shushed him for a moment, then pulled back.

"I'm fine, Re. And don't be sorry, it's okay, I’m okay," he said, stroking his brother's hair. His face then turned down. "As for Logan, however..." He spoke grimly, and Remus' eyes widened.

"Is he okay?!" The despair in his voice was heartbreaking.

Roman frowned. "Not exactly..."

Fury's eyes blazed with hatred at Logan 1.0, gritting his teeth. "I'm going to tear you to shreds, Deceit. That's hardly a punishment that fits your actions, but it'll be fun." His fangs glinted, the other three in the room standing with wide eyes, cowering together.

Logan 1.0 rolled his eyes. "No, you won't. I know you. And as long as you're not fully integrated, you can't harm me. You can't bring Logan to hurt his friends-"

Fury put his finger to Logan 1.0's lips, quieting him. "Ah, ah, ah, see that’s where you're wrong. All this time that I've been building myself back up, I've become stronger. I don't need to be fully formed in order to force Logan to attack his friends. I can do whatever I want."

His hand shot forward, and Logan 1.0's eyes snapped wide as he choked, Fury's dagger plunging deep into his stomach. Patton shrieked, clinging to Virgil as Thomas started crying. Fury's evil cackle filled the room as he met Logan 1.0's eyes, smiling at the fear that now filled them.

"You knew this was going to happen eventually, Deceit. That someday I'd be back, and you wouldn't be able to stop me. It would always end like this. Don't you see? You were always destined to die at my hand," he twisted the knife, bringing another cry of pain from Logan 1.0. "So just accept your fate-"

"LOGAN."

Fury snapped his head up with wide eyes, everyone else matching the expression at the two Royal brothers that stood in the doorway. Fury narrowed his eyes.

"Remus. It's been quite a while." He snarled, and Remus nodded with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe it has, but I don't care enough to acknowledge. Now let go of my best friend and give me back my boyfriend, you dick." He growled, his morningstar suddenly materializing in his hand. "You're strong enough now to become your own person. So let Logan go and show your fucking bitch ass so I can beat the shit out of you." He spat.

Everyone stared at Remus with shock. They knew he was violent and vulgar, but never had they heard him that angry. Fury narrowed his eyes, then a slight smirk crossed his face. He ripped the knife from Logan 1.0’s stomach, dropping him to the ground, the man falling limply, weakly holding his hand on his badly bleeding wound, struggling to keep his eyes open.

Fury then took a step forward, opening his arms. "Take your best shot, Remus. Try to make me come out. Are you willing to do what it takes, or are you too afraid to even put a scratch on your precious little Logan?"

Remus smiled, like the cold glint of a knife in a dark alley. “You know me, Fury, and everyone here knows I ‘scratched’ Logan our first night together. If I’m willing to cut him for fun, what can you imagine I’ll do to you?”

“Let’s find out.” Fury said, and the battle was on.

Remus parried a sword thrust with his arm, ignoring the gash that opened up as a result as he swept the legs out from under his opponent. Fury scrambled back to his feet, crying out in pain as the morningstar slammed into his shoulder, leaving jagged gashes from the spikes. Fury struck out with his dagger, slicing across Remus’s chest and leaving his sash in tatters.

Skirting the edge of the battle, Roman grabbed an unconscious Deceit (still in Logan 1.0’s form) and dragged him to the relative safety of where Virgil, Patton, and Thomas were huddled in the corner of the common room. Patton grabbed some of the medical supplies he’d collected earlier and quickly went to work, using the bandages and his own powers to stabilize Deceit’s injuries. With Thomas nearly catatonic and two sides otherwise vulnerable, Roman and Virgil took up defensive positions in front of them, watching the fight carefully and ready to step in if Remus was defeated.

Fury kicked the morningstar out of Remus’s hands, and it went spinning across the room to embed in the far wall. With a maniacal laugh, Fury raised his sword above his head, ready to plunge it down, but Remus threw a ninja star, slicing open Fury’s wrist and causing him to drop his sword. Remus tackled him, straddling Fury and punching his face over and over again. “Get out, get out, get out!!!”

Fury just laughed, eyes glowing as red as the blood streaming from his nose and mouth. “You can’t make me. I may not be Logan yet, but I’ve bonded to him now.” He rolled their bodies, pinning Remus to the floor, his grip tight despite the blood seeping from his wrist. “You can’t get rid of me. Not anymore, and never again.”

Remus struggled, unable to break free from Fury’s hold. Leaning down to Remus’s ear, Fury murmured, “How does that feel, Remus? Knowing that you’ll never be able to separate me and your precious boyfriend again? Knowing that any time you anger him, I could come out and make you pay for it? Knowing that every time you sink down on his cock, I’ll be hiding behind his eyes, fucking you through him?”

Remus' eye twitched, then in a flash, his fist shot up with such force that Fury jolted back, releasing his hands for only a second, but it was long enough. Remus jumped up and slammed Fury down onto the floor face-down, holding him with all the strength he possessed. Glancing to the side, he met his brother's eyes and with a twitch of his head he called him over.

Roman ran to help hold Fury down as Remus pushed Fury's head against the floor. "Shut. The Fuck. Up. You sadistic bastard." Re snarled, shaking his head. "You've always been a piece of shit, but now you've gone too far."

Fury snickered. "Really? This is where you draw the line? I would have thought I crossed it ages ago." He shrugged underneath them. "Oh well. Still, how much more do you think Logan can take? I can take as much damage as you can deal out and keep right on swinging, but Logan here? If you keep at it, he'll be dead in minutes." Fury said with glee, and Remus' eyes suddenly widened as he realized the truth behind that statement and as he saw the dark red that was beginning to seep out from underneath Fury's form.

Roman manifested a pair of irons and clapped them onto Fury's wrists, then he looked up at his brother. "He's right. Logan is going to bleed out if you do anything else. Honestly, if he were in control, he'd probably have passed out by now. Fury is the only thing keeping him alive." He said softly, making Patton's eyes go wide, looking up from bandaging Logan 1.0's wounds.

"No..." He whispered, then he snapped his head to Virgil. "Virge, you can put him into a sleep, right? Like, you can do that thing where you kind of sedate people?" He whispered, and Virgil's eyes shot open, then he jumped to his feet and ran over, shoving Remus out of the way. The Duke shouted in surprise, then he raised his eyebrows when Virgil grabbed Fury's head and placed his palm on his forehead. Fury struggled, then seconds later he went limp, his head dropping down, his eyes closed.

Everyone looked at Virgil with shock, the purple-haired boy letting out a hard breath. "He'll be out for a while, but we need to use that time smartly." He looked over his shoulder at Patton. "Good call on the sedative."

Remus chewed on his lip, staring down at Fury with tears in his eyes as he now realized that the chances of getting his Logan back were almost nil. His breath shook, then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to meet his brother's eyes, then Roman pulled him into a hug, completely ignoring the blood from his brother's wounds that was turning his white uniform red. He was just glad to have his brother alive.

"It's going to be okay, Re...we'll find some way to fix this." He glanced up at Patton. "In the meantime, we have to make sure Deceit is functioning. He's going to have to take the place of Logic for a little while. Virgil, keep an eye on Thomas and just try to...I dunno...make sure he doesn't collapse into nothing, I guess?" He met his brother's eyes. "Remus and I will try to figure out how to fix Lo."

Everyone nodded, immediately taking in their responsibilities. Patton began to heal Deceit the best he could, the man still in Logan 1.0 form. He probably would be for a while.

Virgil sat beside Thomas, rubbing his back and calming him with small hushes as Thomas shuddered, tears streaking his face.

Remus and Roman lifted Fury up, and Remus glanced to the side at his brother. "Where do you think we should keep him for now?" He wondered, and Roman shrugged, adjusting his hold on him.

"Probably just put him in Logan's room and lock him in, seal off the escape so he can't leave. Besides, he'll be in the irons. He's not going anywhere anytime soon." Remus nodded silently, then Roman nudged him with his hand. "Hey, I know this hurts, but it's what we have to do. If we want to fix things, we need to get to work as soon as possible."

The twins carried Fury to Logan’s room, stripped the bed of everything but the fitted sheet, and laid out their captive, securing his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. Pulling a chair over to the bed, Remus collapsed into it, the stress and blood-loss finally catching up to him.

Roman perched on the arm of the chair, looking down at him. “You look like shit, bro.”

“You should see the other guy,” Remus laughed, tired. The brothers looked at Fury, still knocked out and immobile. Face softened with unconsciousness, it was hard to remember that it wasn’t Logan laying there. If this were any other night, Remus would be completely on board with tying up his boyfriend spread-eagle and having his wicked way with him, but as it was, Remus just wanted to he held by Logan’s strong arms again. “What are we going to do, Ro?” he whispered, broken.

“Well…” Roman said, and Remus looked up hopefully. His brother was a brilliant strategizer, second only to Logan himself, and if he had a plan, then Remus wanted to know about it. “We know he won’t leave Logan willingly, and trying to force him away didn’t work either.” Remus nodded morosely. “But I’ve been thinking about what he said during your fight…”

“That if I ever pissed off Logan, he’d come out and make me pay?”

“What?” Roman blinked, “No, not that. And that doesn’t even make sense anyway.”

Now it was Remus’s turn to be confused, “What do you mean, that doesn’t make sense?”

Roman flapped his hands, starting to get excited, “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I think Fury made the classic villain mistake, and the key to his downfall was in his evil monologue!”

“Which part?” Remus said, trying to remember what Fury had been blathering on about during the fight. To be fair, his mind kept going back to Fury talking about fucking him through Logan.

Taking a deep breath, Roman tried to explain, “The bit where he said he was fused to Logan, and it makes sense when you mentioned about him “coming out” again.” At Remus’s blank stare, Roman spelled it out, “In order to come out, he’d have to go back inside first.”

“So…” Remus said, “We might not be able to pull Fury out, but you think Logan can put him in a box?”

“Not really,” hedged Roman, “Fury proved that he’s impossible to destroy completely, and he’ll escape any box we try to lock him in. I think Logan can control him, and I think once they fully integrate, Logan will have complete control over Fury. I think merging them together is the only way to fix this. But… we need Logan to come back first.”

Remus bit his lip, “I think I have an idea of how to call Logan forward… but you’re not gonna like it.”

Roman sighed, "At this point, as long as it doesn't involve Lo bleeding any more than he already is, I'm willing to try anything."

"It definitely doesn't involve Lo bleeding," Remus said, evasively.

Roman's eyes went wide, drawing back a little bit from his twin. "What in Shakespeare's name does that mean? That has 'ominous death' written all over it."

"No death, ominous or otherwise." Remus chuckled darkly. "It's something I've done several times before - nothing permanent, so turn off those worried puppy eyes."

Roman raised his eyebrow in confusion, pondering all the many things his brother could have meant.

Bleeding?... And it was something Remus had done multiple times before? Roman sighed. That didn't narrow it down much, that could be applied to a multitude of Remus' activities.

He stared at his brother, then his gaze caught the few white scars on his neck, and his eyes widened as it suddenly clicked.

"NO. YOU ARE NOT DOING THAT. I FORBID IT, REMUS!!!"

"I thought you were willing to try anything?" Remus was touched by Roman's concern - there were times when he'd wondered if his brother would even care, and it was nice to know for sure. "Logan... he had much the same reaction as you when he found out. I told him that it isn't permanent, but maybe... it would be enough to call him back." He looked up at Roman, suddenly shy. "Do you think it would be enough? That he loves me enough to come back and stop me?"

Roman sighed. "Remus, of course, he would. He loves you more than life itself!! When we were in the Subconscious, we were attacked by some ROUSes, and although Logan was hurt, he refused to turn back. He was dead set on finding you." Roman smiled. "You mean the world to him."

Remus felt his heart soar, then he bit his lip. He didn't want to worry his brother, but they didn't have many other options as to how they could bring Logan back.

Remus looked up at Roman with pain. "You know it's the best shot we have. I know you know that. You don't have to like it, but we don't have time to sit here with our thumbs up our asses."

Roman closed his eyes, took a long deep breath, then after a hesitation he nodded. "You...you're right. We don't have any other options." He admitted, then he put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "But Remus?"

His twin looked up with a questioning gaze, and Roman squeezed his hand on his shoulder. "Please be careful."

“Where’s the fun in that?” Remus joked, but he put his hand over Roman’s and squeezed back. “I will. But you’ll need to distract the others. Make sure that we aren’t disturbed. Maybe… come up with a plan, in case this doesn’t work.”

Roman bit his lip, then nodded. "Okay. I'll go and check in on Deceit, see how he's doing, and if anyone asks, I'll just tell them that you're watching over Fury. They won't question it. They know how much you care about Lo." He patted his brother's shoulder as he rose to his feet. "Good luck."

Remus nodded his thanks, watching Roman leave. He let himself relax for a moment, scoping out Logan’s room to set the stage and making a mental list of what supplies he would need. Hefting himself to his feet, he made a quick trip to his room for the items he’d need and popped back, making sure Fury was still dead to the world. Spreading out a tarp to protect Logan’s carpeting, he positioned the chair on the tarp and pulled a small side table next to it to spread out his supplies. Taking off his shirt, Remus cleaned the blood from his body and tried to mend a few of the worst gashes, leaving himself mostly intact except for the night sky still scabbed over his skin. The wounds that Fury had inflicted refused to heal very much, and he bandaged them as best he could. He then cleaned and patched up the wounds he’d inflicted on Logan’s body, and placed a pillow under Logan’s head so he’d be in the perfect position to watch Remus.

Sitting back down in the chair, Remus repositioned a few of the knives on the side-table and settled in to wait for Fury to stir.

Roman rose up in the light sides' common room to see Deceit laid out on the couch, sure enough still in the Logan 1.0 form, unmoving and eyes closed as Patton wiped his forehead with a cloth.

Roman walked over. "Why haven't you healed him yet?" He asked with partial disbelief and a very small hint of anger. Patton spun around.

"I've tried my best! I don't know what Fury did, but him hurting Dee somehow stifled my ability to heal him completely. So I've just been tending to his wounds and making sure that he'll be okay." Pat explained. Roman nodded, then sat down on the floor beside him, leaning back against the couch and rubbing Deceit's head with his hand.

"Remus is watching over Fury. You know how he'd never leave Logan." He said with a slightly sad smile. Patton nodded, then collapsed next to Roman, leaning on his shoulder.

"Ro?" His voice was soft, and the Prince glanced to the side.

"Yeah?"

Patton sniffed back some tears, but they began to fall anyway. "Do...do you think everything will be okay? Because even though I'm trying to hope, I just have this horrible feeling that it's all going to fail and we'll all be lost and Thomas will be damaged and nothing is going to ever be the same because we couldn't fix things and-"

Roman pulled Patton into a hug, quieting him, then he rubbed Patton's back as he felt the Moral side start sobbing. "Shh...it's going to be okay, Pat. I know it is." He glanced towards Logan's room. 'It has to be...'

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— BASICS.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE ? Elerosse is 5′3″, so is pretty short compared to most other humans, and on the short side of average for elves.

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ? He usually doesn’t mind it so much, but it often gets rolled up into all his other body issues about being weaker and smaller than other people he’s comparing himself to.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE ? El’s hair is very thick and near perfectly straight. It appears black and glossy in most lights, but does tend to pick up reddish/auburn highlights in direct sunlight. As of the start of the game he’s in the process of growing it out, but it’s in something of an awkward in-between stage. By the time he fights Corypheus, it’s almost to his shoulders, and it’s significantly longer by Trespasser.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING ? While he’s not obsessive about it by any means, Elerosse does like to make sure his hair is clean and neat. It’s one of the few things he genuinely, consistently likes about himself, and that definitely comes across in how well he cares for it. Hair care is one of the few things he indulges in once he has the means, either as Inquisitor or as a companion with a more regular salary.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ? Appearance is a pretty big thing for Elerosse, both because of his own issues with self-image, but also knowing that as a leader figure (as a potential Keeper, and as Inquisitor) his presentation plays a huge role in how others perceive him. He worries a lot, especially early-on and doubly so after being named Inquisitor, about how his styling reflects on the Inquisition, but also not wanting to compromise the more traditional, Dalish styles he’s used to.

[More under the cut!]

— PREFERENCES.

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS ? outdoors ▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE ? sunshine ▸ FOREST OR BEACH ? forest ▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS ? gems ▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES ? flowers ▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE ? personality ▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD ? in a crowd ▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY ? order ▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES ? painful truths ▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC ? magic ▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT ? peace ▸ NIGHT OR DAY ? day ▸ DUSK OR DAWN ? dawn ▸ WARMTH OR COLD ? warmth ▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS ? close friends ▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME ? Reading a book

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS ? Above all else, Elerosse has a tendency to work himself into the ground and not ask for help until he’s dangerously close to his breaking point. He had an excellent support system with his clan, his keeper and his family nearby, but being on his own with the Inquisition really puts those bad habits into high-gear, and he’s definitely going to have to do some serious thinking about how he treats himself.

He fidgets near constantly, and if there is a loose thread or a peeling bit of paper, he will find it and he will toy with it. If it’s especially bad, and he has the presence of mind to use it, he has a small protection charm (against the Dread Wolf, of course) that he uses as a sort of fidget toy, running his fingers along the familiar grooves under a table instead of accidentally shredding his meeting notes.

That same anxiety often makes it difficult for him to sleep, and coupled with that same refusal to ask for help, makes it hard for him to request more traditional sleep-aids, instead turning to alcohol or what potions he can discretely make himself. Thus far it hasn’t become too much of an issue, but habits are starting to form.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM ? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM ? While she’s not actually dead, for all intents and purposes he considers his mother to be entirely out of his life and while I wouldn’t say it’s anything as dramatic as being “dead to him,” but they’ve been almost entirely estranged since Elerosse was about six. It took him a very long time to really conceptualize why she left, that it (mostly) wasn’t because of him, and to let go of a lot of that lingering resentment that bled into his attitude towards city elves, and especially those who left Dalish clans by choice.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS ? With his mother gone and his father often absent, Elerosse was raised primarily by his paternal uncle (and other clan members, but this isn’t really the place for Dalish parenting headcanons), the clan’s master craftsman. His workshop was always something of a safe-haven for El when he was feeling poorly or his studies with the Keeper were getting overwhelming, where he could go to vent without judgement. Some of his most cherished memories are either working with his uncle, or days just tucked off to the side of his shop, whittling to clear his mind, maybe talking about things, maybe not.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL ? Alarmingly yes, though it’s definitely much easier the less it looks like an actual person--for example, the more mutated red templars, darkspawn or demons. It actually scares him a little, once he starts, how difficult it is to stop burning when the enemies in the immediate area are all downed. There’s a lot of pent-up rage that he, once again, hasn’t had the time or mental fortitude to deal with yet.

He has a lot more trouble with harming actual people. If they haven’t attacked him first, he’ll go out of his way to negotiate and try to reach some kind of agreement, though he finds that approach much, much more difficult with certain groups. He doesn’t like killing them, even then, for that same reason fear of what if he can’t stop himself, what if he goes too far?

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN ? Everything comes to a complete stop. The weight of everything pressing down on him and pulling him in so many different directions will drive him first to distracting himself, then trying to be numb to it, but when that inevitably fails, the panic attack will be debilitating. He’ll already be intentionally isolating, so who knows how long it’ll be before someone finds him, physically unable to move and oscillating between hysterics--sobbing, hyperventilating, even to the point of making himself sick--and being unresponsive as he tries to physically reign in any reaction.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE ? In theory, yes. In practice, though, he’s absolutely going to sacrifice himself first, probably before someone could do that for him instead.

On the flip side, he trusts certain members of his clan to be able to put him down in the event of possession, one of those being his own father. It’s probably something he has a pretty long, in-depth conversation with Cullen about after a few months with the Inquisition, if he would be willing to do the same if such a thing were to happen, and what sort of checks they might have in place if that were to happen to the Inquisitor.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE ? He. Gets. Clingy. Oh boy, does he want to be close at all times. If he manages to get past the silent-pining and crushing phase to an actual, for-real relationship, he wants to be with the person constantly. He’s already a very tactile person with his affections, so it’s just going to get even more pronounced. At the same time, it’s a very casual sort of touching and closeness, even just quietly holding hands or brushing shoulders, just to have some part of them touching.

#ooc #meme #alcohol cw #about elerosse #headcanon #//It's very long so there's more under the cut!!#he has Issues with a capital i

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