as a bi person with glasses i can vouch that every day we undergo shortness of breath and blurry vision every day but it is still quite nice being bi :)
in which tommy goes to get a drink of soda in the middle of the night during vdc
(lowercase intended)
tommy awoke with a start. cold sweat glazed over his forehead and chest rising and falling with every uneven breath he took.
it was another one of those dreams again. the ones of the great seven and their tales of their descents to madness and villainy. tommy had already begun to make correlations from those dreams to the overblots that soon happen in real life, in real time.
the evil queen, otherwise known as the ‘beautiful queen’ here, he made the ties between her and vil and tommy couldn’t help but feel uneasy about it. he wanted to just scream out ‘vil will overblot soon!’ but he knows that people would just look at him like he was a madman.
tommy sighed and tiredly rubbed his eyes before glancing at his cat-themed clock on the wall. why cats? cuz that was the only clock sam had in stock, that’s why.
2:45
it was too early for this shit.
tommy carefully got out of bed, standing up slowly. he wrapped his bedsheet around him to keep him warm because it’s still cold as fuck outside.
he stumbled as he walked to his door, whether it was because it was dark or because of his lightheadedness, he didn’t know, and didn’t care to find out.
he carefully opened his door, which opened smoothly, before slipping through the crack and carefully closing it, not wanting to disturb grim, who slept on the makeshift bed on the table.
tommy groaned and rubbed his temples as he walked, keeping a hand on the wall to keep himself upright and stable.
the raging headache, along with his sleepiness, didn’t exactly help his case. he focused on taking one foot in front of the other, making sure he walked without problem so he can get to the kitchen and have some soda.
~~~
vil carefully analyzed tommy as he followed the younger boy from the shadows, amethyst coloured eyes narrowed so he could see properly.
what in twisted wonderland is tommy doing?
vil’s brows furrowed, however, as he saw tommy stumble a bit, the boy holding on to the wall for a moment to calm himself, before going back to his walking.
the pomefiore dorm leader would now be lying if he said he wasn’t worried.
he continued following tommy all the way to the kitchen, where the boy had stopped. the blonde perked up when he saw the first year open the fridge and rummage around for something.
he pulled out a can of soda.
vil had that weird feeling in his gut, like something was about to go wrong, but his morbid curiosity got the better of him. what would happen to tommy if he drank it? he’s a magicless human, maybe his magic would react differently.
or more specifically…
why does he feel like he’s doing something wrong?
vil’s eyes widened, he felt his body move on its own. “tommy, wait!” he called out.
but it was already too late.
by the time he stepped out, yelling at tommy, the poor blonde first year had already took a sip of the soda.
vil felt his breath hitch as tommy coughed out the soda, its dark brownish colour morphing into a dark purple as it bubbled on the floor.
the older dorm head watched in horror as tommy coughed, curled up on the floor. vil rushed over to him, uncharacteristically worried.
“what... the fuck?” tommy managed to wheeze out.
“tommy, you should know about the ‘no snacks at night’ rule.” vil said in a scolding tone as he carefully picked up tommy, who had calmed down.
“well, i’m sorry that i have low blood sugar.” tommy retorted sarcastically, his voice still raspy from his coughing attack.
now vil felt like an even bigger dick. no wonder tommy kept his hoards of soda, or why he looked sad at the prospect of not eating any of the sweets that trey had so generously made for him. he kinda needed them to live.
“tommy, how about you just sit here for a moment, i’ll go and un-curse some soda.” vil places tommy on one of the couches before rushing back into the kitchen.
he stopped for a moment and looked at the forgotten soda can on the floor, the liquid turning fully purple as it fell out onto the floor. he’d need to make a reminder to have that cleaned up. he ignored the can, which only made him feel more guilty the more he looked at it, in favour of reaching into the fridge and gathering another can of soda.
vil focused as he worked his magic, easily lifting the curse off of the soda, before opening it. he could see tommy perk up from the noise.
the older blond walked back to tommy and handed him the can, the younger blond just snatched it and downed the whole thing at once.
honestly, vil was kind of impressed.
vil watched tommy worriedly, with a sour taste in his mouth. he never really felt guilty for things he’s done for the sake of beauty, but this made him feel… off… different…
he felt… ugly…
not on the outside, he knew that his face was free of any imperfections and was probably sculpted by the gods themselves, but he felt more ugly on the inside, having caused an underclassman such pain and panic while he was just trying to keep himself from passing out is the most unwanted way possible.
“you gonna keep staring at me like that french weirdo, or sit down?” tommy asked.
vil pursed his lips before sitting on the couch, nest to tommy’s feet.
vil looked down at his lap, his hands fidgeting as he felt tommy stare at him now, still lipping on his drink.
“are you feeling better now?” vil asked nervously.
tommy just shrugged. “about as good as i can feel. how about you?”
vil tensed in surprise. how, was he feeling? how would tommy react if he answered truthfully.
“honestly, a bit bad.” vil managed to say. tommy hummed in understanding.
“yeah, i can see that.” was all tommy said before he took another sip.
vil sighed tiredly and stood back up. “come on.” he picked tommy back up.
“eh?” tommy yelped, keeping a tight hold on his can so it wouldn’t spill.
“i’m taking you back to bed, you’ll need all the rest you can get after all.” vil exclaimed.
“yeah, i think i had enough excitement for one night.” tommy chuckled.
vil gave a small smile, but it was difficult to see as the darkness of the hallway casted shadows onto them.
~~~
vil carefully closed the door, hoping not to make a single sound as to not disturb the two ramshackle roommates.
as soon as the door was fully closed, he sighed and dragged himself down the door do he sat on the floor, knees tucked under his chin as he relayed the nights events in his head.
he felt that ugly feeling again.
so ugly…
if you feel so ugly… maybe kill off the witnesses… that way no one will see how disgusting you are…
the sounds of droplets falling were unheard to everyone.
