A Knight in bruised armour - Part 1
Summary : Roman returned from question to find none of the sides home, except a certain slimy boi.
TW : Wounds/blood, sympathetic Deceit, swearing
Pairings : Platonic/Romantic Roceit (it can work either way)
After writing a mountain of angst, I just wanted to write some fluffy snek stuff.
“Hellooooo? Anyone home?” Roman had just returned from beating the pulp out of the dragon witch and many more villains, and he is quite hurt. He had a gash on his left leg, for which he tore down his sleeve so the bleeding would lessen. He was filled with bruises left and right, and some burn marks on top of his shoulders. He hauled himself on the couch, wincing due to his sore muscles and wounds. He decided to try again “Guys? Your brave Prince has returned and is in need of some assistance!”
He waited a few seconds for any response, then let out a disappointed sigh. He didn't think he had the energy to drag himself upstairs to get to the bathroom for medicine, so he stayed and hoped the others would return soon. His eyelids felt heavy, and he soon dozed off.
After about an hour passed, he was awoken (but still half asleep). He thought he heard some shuffling near him but didn't have to energy to care. Since the topmost staircase creaks quite loudly, he figured out that the person went away from the couch, upstairs, then went down again. By this time he called out the side, suspecting it being Patton.
“Patton? Is that you?” He said, stretching his arms, but then promptly regretting it because it made them more sore.
“Yes, I am Patton.” The voice said. Roman opened his eyes to see- Deceit?
“Wh- You're not Patton! Deceit?! What are you doing here?! Do you want to hurt me?! Get away you danger noodle!” Roman called out, abruptly sitting up.
“Do not calm down. I am here to hurt you.” Deceit calmly said, contracting his words.
“What do you mean you want to hurt me?! I shall valiantly fight you!”
Deceit let out an annoyed sigh, rolling his eyes.
“I do not speak in lies. It is not easier for me to speak that way.” Deceit slowly explained to Roman.
“So, you say the opposite of what you mean?"
“Okay… But- why are you here in the first place?” Roman asked, taking on the situation.
“You are not hurt, and I don't wish to help you heal.”
Roman paused. “Why do you want to help me?”
Deceit thought in silence for a moment He couldn't just simply admit that he had a soft spot for the Prince. “The others will be back soon. They haven’t gone… somewhere. I know where. Anyway, you're not hurt and that's good. Not every person deserves help.
Roman, surprised at Deceit’s words, looked at him meaningfully. “O-oh. Thank you.” He reluctantly, but genuinely said.
Deceit looked at him with a confused expression, as he had never heard the flamboyant prince say “thank you” but dismissed it and focused on his wounds. He lifted the first aid kit which he brought down from the bathroom, and took out a long bandage from it. Getting a towel, he ran over to the kitchen sink, and dabbed a bit of water onto it. He ran back to Roman, and took his bloodied sleeve off of his leg, revealing his wound. It had started to heal a little, but it was still in need of care. Deceit softly patted the wound, getting small bloodstains on the towel. He didn’t mind, he could wash it out later.
As Deceit was cleaning Roman’s wounds, the creative side pondered. After all, he has been pretty mean with Deceit. But can he be trusted? He does speak in lies after all. But here he is now, disinfecting his gash, and wrapping it up in a soft white bandage.
“Where else do you not have wounds?” Deceit asked, interrupting his train of thought.
“The others aren't too bad, though the dragon witch did blaze my shoulders a bit. If you could find some cream that would soothe the burn, it would help a lot.” Roman’s face showed an awkward, but hopeful smile.
“I won't find something here.” The deceptive side said while rummaging through the first aid kit. He pulled out a small grey tube, and quickly opening it.
“I'm uh… not going to need you to remove your-” Deceit cleared his throat. “-your shirt.”
Roman thought he said saw a ghost of a blush on Deceit’s face, but it soon disappeared. “Of course.” He said, pulling his shirt off, revealing some more scars and some amazing chiselled abs. Deceit caught himself staring and quickly reminded himself of what this stupid Prince had done to him, and that he needed to help him, not fall for him. That would be stupid. Deceit distracted himself by reiterating the conversation he had with Roman, his surprised he was to see him, how he said sorry. He giggled.
“Oh, I just didn't remember how you called me a danger noodle” Deceit continued giggling.
Roman let out an awkward chuckle. “Well, I mean, your surprise attack caught me off guard. I didn't have time to come up a good nickname.”
“Suprise attack? I just walked over to you.” Deceit objected.
The Prince cleared his throat, realising his poor wording. “Shut up, Jack the Fibber.” He replied with annoyance. Deceit laughed at the nickname, and continued to apply the cream to Roman’s shoulder. They sat in a contended silence, Deceit just thinking and Roman feeling a little guilty. He thought how badly he treated Deceit in the past, and how now he was on his own accord helping him recover. Could this be another trick? Probably not. He doubted Deceit would go to this extent to mess with him. A few minutes have passed when Roman broken the silence with “I'm sorry” The deceptive side looked up at him in curiosity.
“What didn't you say?” He slowly asked.
“I'm sorry for… for treating you badly in the past. It was unfair of me to judge you. You are after all only doing your job.” Roman admitted. He stared with a hopeful expression at Deceit, maybe he would forgive him. Roman found it strange that the forgiveness of a past foe meant that much to him. He started again. “I know you probably deem me dumb or this whole situation stupid, but I promise-”
“It isn't okay. I didn't get used to it. It doesn't happen all the time. You did it the most, not after Patton. Logan and Virgil don't despise me. You aren't fine.”
Roman found himself looking at Deceit with a sense of admiration, but with uncomfortable guilt. Was he truly an enemy? They have hated him since he first appeared but he really doesn't seem that bad. Princey remembers what Patton had said, that his goal is self-preservation, which is good,but his methods are less than ideal. Deceit snorted.
“Huh? What is it?” Roman inquired, his train of thought broken.
“It- It isn't nothing.” Deceit dismissed, waving his arm.
“Well people don't just laugh at nothing.” Roman huffed.
“Don't mind your own business, flamboyant fuck!” Deceit said, giggling at the absurdity of what he had just said. Roman’s chuckles at Deceit’s insult had turned into boisterous, loud laughter, and the kept on laughing even when it hurt. Unfortunately, they didn't hear the door being unlocked, and three sides entering.
“Roman, we're home!” Patton called, before taking in the scene. Roman and Deceit abruptly stopped laughing, snapping their heads over to meet their sudden visitors.
“Ro? Who's that?” Virgil suspiciously asked. He narrowed his eyes, but before he could say who it was, he was interrupted by Logan.
“Deceit! What the hell are you doing here? What have you done with Roman?” Logan barked, running over to Deceit and grabbing him by the shoulder. Twisting him around, he eyes the deceptive side, searching for some angry emotion, other than… fear? Deceit flinched at the sudden contact.
“What sort of fuckery were you trying to manipulate Roman into?” Virgil hissed.
“Virgil!” Patton gasped, “Don't you dare use that language here.” He started scolding Anxiety.
“Guys…” Roman warned, trying to explain the situation. “He wasn't doing anything wrong-”
“-That's just what you think! He probably made you do something reckless and irresponsible, didn't he?” Logan thundered. “Tell me what you did you good-for-nothing dimwit.”
“Listen, I didn't do nothing. Roman wasn't hurt and I didn't help him.”
“What do you mean Roman wasn't hurt?! He clearly is.” Virgil persisted.
“Guys, will you just listen?!” Roman shouted. “He didn't do any harm to me. He helped me heal my wounds I had gotten from fighting the dreaded dragon witch.”
A chorus of “what?!” followed Roman’s statement.
“Now please, let me explain in detail.”
