~The Meeting Pt. 3~
Sanders sides DnD au
As always, Patton was tuning Logan out. He was going on about something boring, what was it…
Oh right, how no one ever listens to him. Patton just smiled and nodded along.
Before he could react, he felt a hand over his mouth. The attacker tightly sealed the satyr’s lips and pinched his nose shut using his thumb and index finger.
The result was Patton only being able to make the smallest, faint little noise as he was dragged away.
Once out of view, a sharp needle poked into his arm. He tried to yelp, but couldn’t. Slowly, he found himself falling asleep.
He woke up in a cell with nothing but his clothes on him.
“Oh shoot.” He muttered, rubbing his eyes. He couldn’t have been out for long. He sat up and looked around the room.
It wasn’t the smallest cell he had ever been trapped in, it was actually on the nicer side.
There were long iron bars that ran from the ceiling to the floor. He gripped them tightly and tried to pry them apart.
“Man, I bet Roman could bend these. It’s no use for me to try it.” Patton sighed, stepping back. “I hope everyone else is okay, and I hope Logan isn’t too worried.” He said quietly, mostly to try to comfort himself.
“All sssscared and alone, and you’re thinking about your friendsss? What kind of creature are you?” He heard a voice call out. It spoke lowly, drawing out some words. He spoke rather seductively.
“Who are you?” Patton called out, crossing his arms. A dragonborn soon came into view on the other side of the bars.
“Me? Well I’m the guy who brought you here!” He bragged, grinning from ear to ear. Patton scrunched up his nose.
“Dontcha know kidnapping isn’t hip? My friends will be here any minute and they’ll kick your…” Patton huffed, “Pardon my language, but they’ll kick your butt!” He threatened, the other simply laughed.
It was a rich laugh, the type you might hear at a country club, from are careless woman sipping her expensively disgusting wine.
“Pray tell, who are these friendsss you ssspeak of?” The dragonborn asked, his tone mocking. Patton stomped one of his hooves, then turned up his nose.
“Roman’s a half orc! He’ll snap you in half! And Logan’s a wizard, he’ll freeze you with his MIND.” Patton explained angrily, the other looked shocked. He placed his hand over his heart and feigned sincerity.
“The half orc and the elf?” He asked, his eyebrows raised, he tutted. “No no no, that can’t be. They can’t kick my butt if I already ssssaw them leave earlier!” The dragonborn told the satyr. Patton’s face flushed.
“What—? No way! They wouldn’t leave without me!” Patton cried out, gripping the bars. The other shrugged.
“Maybe not. But you were out for hoursssss. They looked for you, but after checking every room in this fortressss…” He checked out his nails, “Their laboursss were fruitlesss.”
Patton’s eyes welled up with tears, he shook his head.
“NO! You’re WRONG!” Patton insisted, getting more and more emotional.
“Well tell me, what reason do they have to sssstay? Isss what you bring to the table really that important?” The dragonborn got closer to the bars, he watched the confidence drain from the satyr’s face.
Patton slowly released the bars, backing up. He sat down on the edge of his bed.
“What do I bring to the table…?” He asked himself, looking down at his hands. The other chuckled villainously.
“I mean, Logan, he’s so smart. And even when we don’t listen to him, he always ends up being right. And Roman, he’s brains AND brawn. Stronger than both me and Logan combined. I don’t know how we’d survive without him.” Patton told the other, who was a little caught of guard by the sudden heart felt moment
“So what do you do?” The dragonborn questioned, leaning further into it. He fed heavily off of negative energy like this.
Patton curled up a bit, shrinking into himself.
“I guess…nothing really significant.” He sniffled, staring at the floor.
“Think about it, would you be keen to keep them around if they couldn’t serve you anymore?” He pressed further, watching the satyr’s face contort.
Suddenly, Patton’s face went neutral, then realization plastered his expression.
“Yes.”
The other looked at him with wide eyes for a moment, confused by the answer.
“Seriously? If they were just dead weight, you wouldn’t cut them?” The dragonborn crossed his arms, obviously not believing the bard.
Patton stood up, his stance tall. He stormed over to the bars again, wagging his finger at his captor.
“Yes! Because they’re not just my friends. They’re my family. And family sticks together. We keep eachother whole through our rough patches, and in reward, we get almost completely unconditional love from one another.” Patton defended, completely sure of himself now.
The dragonborn felt something new strike through his cold blooded body. Was it awe? No. It was warmth. He could feel the warmth radiating from the satyr’s words, entering his eardrums and traveling all throughout his whole nervous system.
“So that’s all you do for them?” He asked, “You just love them?” A disgusted look crossed his face.
“Absolutely. That’s all they expect of me and that’s all I expect of them. Now would you PLEASE give me my FLUTE because I have some BIG EMOTIONS that I need to vent, and I believe this conversation is over.” Patton shouted, steam coming out of his ears.
The dragonborn hesitated for a moment, then walked away. A minute or two later, he returned. He fed the flute between the gaps of the bars, Patton handled it with care.
He turned his back away swiftly and sat back down on his bed. The dragonborn turned away with a scoff and began to walk out of the room.
He stopped dead in his tracks, though, when the satyr began. It was nothing like anything he’d ever heard before. He had been to performances, he had heard others play instruments, but…never like this.
Each note was saturated with emotion, piercing his resolve with every slur and staccato. He remained with his back turned, frozen.
He’d studied for a long time how people acted, how they showed emotion and how they reacted to things. One thing he took great note of was that most people weren’t the best at explaining how they felt.
He had always chalked it up to them not knowing enough words, one can’t express themself if their personal dictionary was lacking.
But this… this…! No words were said, not one. Just there, the dragonborn felt more than he had ever felt his entire life.
When the song descended into nothing, he slowly turned around to look at his prisoner.
“That’s…” He choked on his words, “That’s what you bring.” He stated. Patton looked confused, staring at the other with a tilted head.
“You provide moral support for your friends. I get it now.” He looked around sporadically, dashing away for a few moments.
When he returned, he was holding a key ring. He shoved a few through the lock before finding the correct one.
The door creaked open slowly, Patton just stared in shock.
“Wh—“
“I don’t think your friendsss have left.” The dragonborn told him.
“But you said—“
“I KNOW what I ssssaid. I’m alssso man enough to admit when I’ve lied. I was tormenting you. Punish me, please, I beg.” He threw his wrist over his forehead dramatically.
Patton blinked a few times before standing up and making his way towards the other. He moved slowly, as to not set him off.
“I’ll help you find them.” The dragonborn suggested, Patton shrugged.
“It’s not really necessary. We have a rule that if we ever get separated, we just make our way back to the entrance and wait for the others to show up. It can be inconvenient but it’s consistent.” He explained, the other nodded.
“Right. Well, allow me to escort you. To keep you safe.” He offered, Patton smiled.
“Okie doke, guy who kidnapped me!” He beamed, collecting his things before the two left the cellar.
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“I dunno, Lo. It’s been a long time. Maybe we should start looking for him.” Roman nervously fidgeted with his hands, Logan rubbed his temples.
“For the last time, an agreed upon system doesn’t work unless we stick to the plan. We are not re-scattering our group. He’ll find his way back to us.” The elf was decently annoyed with the half orc’s whining.
“Maybe he got eaten by spiders.” Virgil suggested, creeping his hands up like a big scary monster. Roman shook in his boots.
“Logan!! Patton hates spiders!! I’m going!” He announced.
“Princey, no—!” Logan shouted, but to no avail. Roman was already running down the left hall.
As if meticulously planned this way, the group heard chatter coming from the right hall.
“Patton!!” Virgil cheered, clapping his hands. Patton tilted his head.
“Oh— sorry kiddo, I’m not sure I remember you.” Patton scratched the back of his head, approaching the dhampir.
“Nah, we’ve never met. I just assumed you were him because these guys didn’t shut up about you.” Virgil laughed, Patton looked at Logan.
“Aww, really?” He asked, his hopes high. The elf rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Roman came blasting back towards the group, weeping with joy.
“PATTON I MISSED YOU SO MUCH NEVER GO MISSING AGAIN!!” The half orc cried, slightly out of breath from running. Patton giggled.
“I promise!”
“Roman wouldn’t shut up about you being a damsel in distress.” Logan stated, crossing his arms. “This is Virgil, he found Roman. And this is Remus, he found me.” He explained.
“Oh! And this is…” Patton presented the dragonborn, before realizing that he never caught his name.
“Janus!” Virgil exclaimed, clasping his hands together. “I’m glad the whole gang has been reunited!” He smiled, Janus smiled back rather awkwardly.
“What about—“ Remus started, but was quickly interrupted.
“The whole gang!” Virgil shouted, his voice slightly distorted. Remus flinched a bit.
“But—“
“Did we get the crown?” Janus asked, cutting off the half orc again. Remus nodded happily.
“Great, give it to me.” Janus directed, “I’ll keep it safe.” Logan suppressed a smirk, clearing his throat to mask it.
“Oh yeah about that. This is Logan, their wizard. And he stole our orc.” Virgil explained bitterly, Janus scoffed.
“How— how could he have managed to do that?” He asked, incredibly peeved. The group began to leave the dungeon.
“Elf pretty!” Remus piped up, “Remus give elf crown!” He told them.
“You bumbling oaf! I swear to god, you’re nothing more than a—“
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“Okay! Okay!” Patton interrupted, “I don’t think you really have to repeat everything Janus said there.” He laughed awkwardly.
“Really? I thought that was some of my best work.” Janus snarked, sipping his wine.
“Honestly it might have been. I hadn’t heard most of those swear words before then.” Roman commented, sitting back in his chair.
“So that’s how it happened, huh?” Emile sighed happily, “So was that it for you guys? You just..became a team after that?” He asked, Logan chuckled.
“No, certainly not. We had to convince three thieves to become a part of a company mechanical cog. We also had to convince the guild that it’d be a good idea to work with three thieves.” Logan told him, Picani nodded.
“I see. That must have been hard work. Did it pay off?” He questioned, there was silence at the table for a few seconds.
Patton slung his arm around Janus’ shoulders and smiled widely.
“Absolutely! Because now, our family is finally complete.” He stated, the group toasted to it.
Virgil and Janus, though, were reluctant. They shared uneasy glances between them.
Their moment was over quick, as they joined the party in the celebration.
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