#sixasides

[duukey]

no one talk to me i’m thinking about spider snakes.

s p a k e

s n i d e r

[forgenotes-archived]

❛❛    a    broken    heart    is    just    the    start    of    what    it    is    that    could    go    wrong    !    ❜❜

@sixasides​    /    patton    |    𝙇𝙔𝙍𝙄𝘾    𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎    .

[forgenotes-archived]

❛❛    a    reflection    on    my    happiness    -        only    compete    with    yourself    at    your    best    .    ❜❜

@sixasides​    /    roman    |    𝙇𝙔𝙍𝙄𝘾    𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎    .

[forgenotes-archived]

❛❛    i’m    haunted    by    the    faces    of    old    friends    .    .    .        mourners    ,        in    the    park    -        paying    their    respects    .    ❜❜

@sixasides​    /    virgil    |    𝙇𝙔𝙍𝙄𝘾    𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎    .

[forgenotes-archived]

❛❛    never    did    i    ever    think    i’d    find    out    all    the    things    i    found    -        all    i    ever    wanted    was    to    be    happy    and    to    make    you    proud    .    ❜❜

@sixasides​    /    logan    |    𝙇𝙔𝙍𝙄𝘾    𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎    .

[duukey]

@sixasides​  said:“ you almost said it back . ” / from janus!

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he’s pretty sure he’s going to spontaneously combust from the heat in his face. could he do that? can people just burst into flame from blushing too hard? he makes a mental note to ask logan later, because now is not the time.

“i uh-” how very eloquent, remus. mouth snaps shut because he doesn’t want to ruin this moment by thinking of butts, unless that butt is janus’s, or by thinking of the kraken he has waiting in the imagination for him and his morningstar. “i can say it!” he sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself to say it.

remus sanders does not lie. remus sanders has no filter. remus sanders lets thoughts pop out of his mouth like vomit. (what if word vomit was literal? not the time not the time not the time.) 

and remus sanders is hopelessly, wonderfully, terrifyingly in love with janus.

this is roman’s department. love, and passion, and romance, and sweeping men off their feet. this was never meant for the likes of remus. but the way butterflies float into his stomach (are there really butterflies in there? note to self, perform self autopsy when jan is asleep) and the way he can’t help but adore every word from the snakelike side’s mouth means that something has happened to the likes of remus. 

he decides that if janus loves him back, then he’d want the dark half of creativity to confess in a very remus way.

remus sanders does not lie. remus sanders has no filter. remus sanders opens his mouth-

“i love you more than i love butts!”

[duukey]

@sixasides​  said:“ it feels like i just don’t know who to trust , sometimes . ” / from roman!

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a thoughtful hum leaves the duke’s throat, mouth full of pins as he works. he’s working on a sweater for roman - it’s cold in the dark side of the mindscape, and though he knows his twin can conjure anything, remus...

remus wants to make him something.

a few more pins go into the fabric on the mannequin, and the intrusive thot has never been more thankful he and roman are the same size. blessings upon being part of the same man.

it’s easier to think, when his twin is with him. it’s easier to push the thoughts to the back of his mind, so they’re more a gentle stream rather than a raging river (of blood). being around people always helps, but being around roman? it’s always helped more. even though they don’t get along, even though they argue every five minutes, even though, even though, even though..

“well, at least you can always trust me to be the same gremlin as always!” he says cheerfully once his mouth is free of pins. (he ignores the way he tastes blood in his mouth from pricking his tongue intentionally) “you know.. you could stay here a little longer. i don’t mind. honest.”

[duukey]

@sixasides​  said:“ you should know that . ” / from logan

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“lolo, you and i both know that there’s lots of things i should know and lots of things i don’t know despite that.” would it hurt, he wonders, if he were to smash his head into logan’s face? would his glasses cut him as they broke? “what is it i should be knowing now?”

remus rocks back onto his heels, then forward again, unable to hold still for long. dark eyes dart around, hard pressed to settle on anything for more than a moment. he knows what he should know. he should know that he isn’t a disease. he should know that he isn’t bad. he should know these things, but.. well, after so many years of being reduced to those traits, he thinks it’s only fair that he’s decided to embrace them.

they made him into a dark side, and he decided to make himself proud of it.

“oh! should i be knowing about octopods having donut shaped brains? did you know their esophagus goes straight through it and if they eat something too big, it’ll kill them? what would that feel like?”