Dec. 27
24. Virgil x Remus x Logan – Analomus
A million pieces, that’s what it felt like. It felt like Virgil was shattered into a million pieces. A million pieces scattered to the wind, carrying him away. Away from everything he ever loved and everything that made him feel safe. Tumbling over himself a thousand times over so much that he doesn’t know which way is up, much less how to get back. They’re leading him somewhere, somewhere not safe, somewhere he never wants to go-
“Virgil, sweetie wake up!”
As he comes to he feels someone shaking his shoulders, the voice was...
“It’s Logan and Remus honey. You were having a nightmare, you needed to wake up.”
Virgil sat up. His hands coming up numbly to wipe away the tear tracks he felt on his face. Then Virgil looked up.
Logan and Remus were on either side of him, legs beneath the covers like him, but sat up and angled towards Virgil. Logan had his hands on Virgil’s shoulders and Remus’s hands were hovering over Virgil’s head, waiting.
“Did you have that dream again?” Remus asked as he stroked Virgil’s hair gently to calm the fear that was still flowing through Virgil.
Virgil flopped back onto his pillow and stared at the ceiling, sighing. “Yeah... I... I don’t know why I’m having this dream... Nothing’s different. At least with my other dreams there was some kind of source!”
Virgil heard a sigh to his right. “Neither do we... hmm.. Could... could it be something else?” Logan curiously asked.
“What do you mean?” Virgil responded while taking his pillow and planting it on his face.
“He means could you be fearing something to do with us that isn’t in our control. Like if we disappeared or died.” Remus supplied muffled through Virgil’s pillow.
Virgil stopped short. He yanked the pillow of his face and looked straight into the 2 Sides eyes. Eyes likely fierce with the raw emotion pumping through his veins.
“I will never, ever let that happen.”
