Let’s Start At The End- Chapter 5
This is late, sorry, bad week, forgot.
His blanket felt fluffier, and the bed was softer like it wanted to devour him, he was happy to accept. That would have been if he hadn't heard a moan close to him. Deceit’s eyes shot open to find Remy sleepily stretching on a bean bag.
“Morning, sunshine!” Remy greeted, looking for his sunglasses, pretending he was like someone who actually needed them. “Did you sleep well?”
“No, I prefer my room.” Deceit was examining studying the jacket he wore while talking, the memories of the night before came seeping in. “Are we going to talk about what happened last night?”
Remy stood, stretching some more, because sleeping on a bean bag isn’t the most comfortable best place to sleep. “Nope,” He said, popping the P, “Isn’t denial, like, a form of lying? You’d be okay with that.” He flashed a big smile. “On the subject of lying, I know how well you slept. I can control it.”
Dee searched the room, trying not to complain about bring up how he hates being lied to. His eyes landed on the mask that had been redecorated. It was pointless fighting the smile at the memory. Remy seemed to notice it and looked at the same accessory, however his smile faltered a while bit after. He took it on himself to temporarily pull their attention away. “What do you like on your pancakes?”
While the question was simple, it took a couple of seconds to understand. “I haven’t had any in a long time, but I’d like would say honey and cinnamon.”
“Cool, I’ll be right back!” Remy strolled out the door, closing it behind him. Deceit sat awkwardly on the bed.
His attention was drawn back to the mask. He threw the fluffy blanket off of him, pushed himself off the bed and went over to pick up the mask. As he turned it over in his hand, glad with the outcomeby how good it turned out, he wanted to see what he would looked like while wearing it. A quick glance around the room reminded him that he couldn’t find a mirror last night.
Deceit sunk out to the place where he knew where what he wanted was, with nobody there to watch him. Against the wall of his bedroom, hung a large mirror., Tthe edges were decorated with by golden snakes that entangled themselves with the heads sticking out of the top.
He could feel his face heating up for some reason as he stared into the mirror. Maybe it was because, for the first time, he looked normal while wearing something that suited him, that Remy spent last night being kind, or maybe that new outfit Remy got for him. He settled on it being all of the above, but mainly the kiss that all of those things led up to. They had only just met that day, but the worst part was is that he doesn't know how to feel about it. Last night he did though. He was scared, sad, betrayed. But with waking up from the best sleep in the most comfortable bed, which was covered in the softest blankets,with the softest blankets and bed, that sort of stopped those feelings. Even after being rejected, Remy still cared for Dee. That proved he deserves some trust for now.
With those thoughts out of the way he could actually appreciate his new style. Roman’s gold paint looked as though it was actually made of metal. Was it possible for the mask to feel more comfortable? He guessed it would be that it fits him better, in more ways than one.
The sudden realisation that Dee wasn’t in Remy’s bedroom, where ‘said person’ expected him to be, came off badly. Deceit decided it was better to get back as soon as possible. He quickly left and reappeared in the other’s bedroom, landing on the bed. Remy, who was sitting on the floor with two plates of pancakes, had practically leapt into the air with a hand flushed to his chest. But despite that, the smile on his face was bright enough to rivale Patton’s. “You came back.”
Deceit almost blushed at his excitement, from seeing him and not someone else. “Yeah, I just wanted to see how the mask looked.” As he said this he took off the mask, waving it around a bit.
“Come over and sit down. I got you the pancakes.” Deceit sat opposite him, admiring the honey that ran down the sides of the pancakes like a golden waterfall, and the sprinkle of cinnamon that sat, as if bathing in the honey. “Dude, you need to calm down and stop drooling.”
“I can’t help it. I don’t think I've ever seen something so delicious before, MMmmmmmMMmMmMmMmMmMm.”
Remy giggled, with a mouth full of chocolate drizzled pancakes. “He truly makes the best pancakes.”
As if snapped out of his trance, Deceit eyed Remy. “Who made them?”
Remy swallowed so he could talk more clearly. “Pat, he always cooks breakfast. He really is the only one who can cook. I just asked him for a second plate and he gave me one, no questions asked. He alway makes extra, ‘better too much, than too little!’”
Deceit hesitantly cut off a piece and placed it in his mouth. He eyes widened at the taste. “This is amazing, not as good as marshmallows, but still really good.”
Remy, once again while his mouth was full, starting to laugh. “I thought you said that you’ve had pancakes before. Your reaction says otherwise.”
“Yeah well, as you said, all sides are sooo good at cooking. I still remember when Vir- Anxiety disappeared for a while, when he came back the next day he made pancakes. However, the reason why these are better is because there not black.” After finishing talking he shoveled more into his mouth.
Remy cocked his head, “Why did you do that? Why didn’t you call him by his name?”
“I don't know what you’re talking about.”
He peered over the top of his glasses, Deceit felt like his eyes were staring through him, able to see through his lie. “Yes, you do. You didn’t call him by his name, it’s like you don’t know it.”
Deceit stared down at his plate. “Of course I know it, I just don't…like it”
“Why? What's wrong with it?”
Dee’s hair fell over his eyes, his expression darkening. “Remy, drop it, ok?”
“No, I want to know what’s wrong with it. Why do you hate the name ‘Virgil’?” He watched as Deceit ducked his head at the name. “Virgil.”
“Virgil, Virgil, Virgil! I don't see what wrong with saying Virgil!”
“IT’S NOT WHAT I CALLED HIM!” His voice fell quieter. “When we were friends, it was not what I called him.”
An awkward silence fell over the two. It felt like an eternity until Remy spoke up. “Dee, I’m sorry, but you need to talk to him.” His voice was laced with sympathy. “It’s no use-”, Remy was cut off by a knock at his door.
“Hey Starbucks, Patton wants to know if you want to join us for breakfast. Something about two plates of pancakes, I don't know. So, you coming?” The voice was clearly Roman’s from the way it carried through the door.
“No, I’m fine Princey. I just want to be left alone for a little while...” Remy was facing the door with an odd glance at Deceit, like if he looked away for too long it would open.
“Why? Are you alright? Wait, was that you yelling?” The door pushed out revealing Roman, who looked slightly panicked. That panic changed to confusion, then anger. “What are you doing in here, you snake?”
Dee nudged the mask where it couldn’t be seen by the prince. “Ro, he’s fine here, it doesn’t matter. Don’t make a big deal out of this.”
Roman crossed his arms, offended. “I can make as big of a deal as I want, because this is a big deal. You have only known him for one day. I’m pretty sure I would know more about him then you would.”
“Oh really? What was the actual last conversation you had with him, and didn’t think of him as ‘evil’?”
Roman turned his stare from Remy to Deceit. “The one where he got rid of Patton, pretended to be him, and tricked me into convincing Thomas that lying is good.”
Deceit stood, he and Roman marched to the center of the room, toe-to-toe, staring eye-to-eye. “And everyone says I’m the liar. Everything you said was exaggerated. I didn’t do anything to Patton, I just showed up before he could be summoned. Not to mention you wanted to lie before I even mentioned it, you were upset when I brought up Kant.”
“But when it was clear everyone was uncomfortable with lying, you kept pushing,” the word was emphasised with a shove, “us into lying more and more. ‘Try not to make the child cry’, ‘let’s try it again’, ‘I know it sounds backwards, but sometimes lying is good’, “it’s the right thing to do, period’.” Right at the last word he grabbed Deceit by the front of his jacket.
“Roman, let him go!” For good measure Remy pushed Roman away from Deceit.
Roman stood, jaw dropped and open mouthed for a couple of seconds, than he started yelling. “Why are you on his side?!”
Remy snarled back. “I think it's best if you just leave.”
Fear flashed through the Prince’s eyes, but hid it by whirling around and stomping out of the bedroom.
Remy spun away from the door to Deceit. The side had his fingers entangled in his hair and was doubled over with his eyes squeezed shut. “Dee? Dee, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t. I can’t keep doing this. I hate this. Why can’t it stop?” Remy rested his hand on Deceit’s shoulder.
“Please, stand up and look at me. I want to help but I don’t know how, please tell me what to do.” He pulled the other over so that Dee was standing more upright than before, but most of his weight was supported.
Deceit pushed Remy’s sunglasses so that they sat on top of his head, gazing into his eyes, “I can’t do this by myself. Please, if you truly care…stick by me.”
Remy’s eyes teared up, “I promise-” He was cut off by the same thing he did the night before. Dee held the side of his face, his lips roughly pushing against his, but passionate nonetheless. Remy closed his eyes, and grabbed the front of Dee’s jacket, pulling, deepening the kiss. He’ll keep his promise for as long as he lives.
