🐍Janus drabbles🐍 cause I’m bored and I have lots of drabbles—
Theses are small drabbles I’ve made in Pinterest in the comment section cause I get more ideas if I have a visual of the scene.
“AGH! ST*PID- MORON- SON OF A B*TCH-“ screamed Janus, slamming his fist into his mirror. It shattered, splitting off into a thousand pieces, like different dimensions glistening within the outer edge of space. “Why....” He hissed out through the pain, allowing the first sob to come form his throat. “Why won’t they listen to me?”
Golden tears. The sight made him wanna scoff, roll his eyes and probably slightly hiss since that’s totally not Roman would have, being the over dramatic baby he was. Yet all he could muster through his gag was quiet sobs. Just because he was the snake, didn’t mean other snakes liked him. Venom, after all, was the best way to get people talking. And all Deceit could feel was the sharp pain as his venom burned through his veins, stolen and the injected into him. The ultimate punishment.
People believed that Janus was a snake. That was very, very incorrect. He was actually a dragon, he just never told anyone, since they would probably fear him more as a dragon than a snake. He stretched out his wings, grinning as one massive wing beat sent him spiralling up, up, up, up into the clouds. Gliding over the Imagination realm, he felt like he could go on forever. His grin grew as he dropped suddenly, splashing into a near by river, laughing
It was a normal day- sitting, feeding his snakes, reading, writing. Nothing important. Well- until midnight stuck. Midnight hit and Janus awoke to his room violently shaking. He nearly fell off his chair he was so spooked. What was happening?! Suddenly the atmosphere changed. It felt.... warmer. Safer. Everything clicked, and tears formed in Janus's eyes as a strangled sob of joy forced its way out of his throat. He had been accepted.
Janus couldn’t really remember last night. It was mostly a blurred of heat that was to hot, slurred words and a splitting headache that lead him to believe he had been sick. He shifted, and softly smiled as he found himself curled up on the couch, Slivers half wrapped around him and an melted ice pack on his head. He lightly pushed it of, and softly huffed, pushing back the fluffy blanket to stretch
There was one thing in particular that Janus adored about remus. He was really, REALLY cuddly. Janus assumed it was from that remus was once apart of king, use to constantly being with someone. So it was pretty common for Janus and Remus to just fall asleep together on the couch. Bonus- it was that ONLY time remus would stop f*cking moving—
It had been really cold, and for Janus, solution to cold problem was two words. Boy-friends. He flopped across both his boyfriends laps, snuggling up to them. “Cold.” He grumbled as his excuse. Remus snickered, and Logan simply smiled and the three cuddled close, remus and Logan sharing their warmth.
Roman was just that kind of guy, constantly stealing Janus's stuff. Janus had grown use to it, and it WAS greatly annoying, but yet he never asked Roman to stop. Because it was nice to come check up on Roman in the afternoon, to find him fast asleep at his desk with Janus's jumper on or cloak wrapped around his shoulders. it just made Janus happy, knowing that roman hate being without something that reminded him of his love while he worked.
He was burning. Did he care? No. He would never be loved like Virgil was. Frick it, he was so pathetic he couldn't even fade in his room! He rasped for a air as he dropped to his knees, watching flakes of yellow peel off of him and flutter to the floor. He was a monster, it was better off this way. They probably would never notice. Tears fell, streaming down his face as he watch his legs slowly crumble away. he didn't scream. he didn't make a noise.