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shoot-i-messed-up · 5 years

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Curiosity Killed the Cat

A/N: L AND V PART 10 WILL BE HERE SOON! In the meantime, have this drabble thing!

Tropes/Pairings: Loceit (it’s growing on me), hiding a relationship

Summary: Virgil always knew the other sides’ fears, Patton knew their motivations, Roman knew their passions, and Deceit knew their lies. Likewise, Logan always knew what fellow sides’ questions, which led to some...interesting circumstances. Logan and Deceit bond over the things they’ve learned through their little powers, when Deceit wonders something a little too NSFW for Logan.

TW: Brief kissing (written by an asexual? It’s more likely than you think), minor cursing (one curse word), sympathetic Deceit

“What do you want?” Logan asked, annoyed to the ends of the mindscape. Deceit had appeared in his room without notice, and Logan was, as slang goes, ‘in the zone’.

“Oh, absolutely nothing.” Deceit sweetly smiled at Logan. “I totally didn’t just find out the rest of you have little powers such as my own.”

Logan crossed his arms and adjusted his glasses, glancing down with his eyes flashing a dark blue. “Oh, is that so?” Logan definitely knew it was so. He knew Deceit wondered what his own ‘little power’ is. It wasn’t too hard to figure out, even if he hadn’t used his ability.

Deceit’s eyes flashed a neon yellow; well, the one that wasn’t already, that is. “You know so.”

“That wasn’t a statement!” he protested before composing himself. “It wasn’t a lie.” Logan had known Deceit’s power all along, after a particular wondering of Deceit’s own. He also knew what Deceit’s real name is, but he knew not to reveal that so soon. He knew to keep all of his cards under wraps until needed.

“So you admit it.”

“Perhaps I do,” Logan conceded.

Deceit sat down on Logan’s bed, in the middle of the room. “What is it?”

“Would you really want to know?” Logan asked.

“Of course not,” Deceit said sarcastically.

Logan didn’t know whether or not to tell Deceit, though he supposed if he lied or even said a half-truth of any kind, Deceit would know. There wasn’t any hiding information from Deceit, and there wasn’t any hiding any questions from Logan either.

Will he tell me? Deceit thought. He shifted himself on the star covered blankets to lie on his stomach and look up at Logan, sitting on his office chair.

Logan didn’t see anything that could go wrong, especially with Patton’s own power. And things only got so interesting in the commons with only Virgil, Roman, Patton, and himself. They all were at a standstill with their curiosity (except Logan, obviously), and though past Logan had wished for a day when he wasn’t attacked with will they accept me’s and is my work good enough’s and such, he kind of missed using his power. “Perhaps,” he said.

Can he read my mind?! Deceit thought, alarmed. He jerked himself to sit up and back away from Logan.

“Only when you’re wondering something, I believe.”

Deceit warily lied down again. Is he telling the truth? His eyes flashed yellow, and though he got an answer, he seemed to be unsatisfied with it. What does he find out with his power?

“Disturbing questions, I assure you,” Logan answered. “What do you find out?”

Deceit smirked, and Logan noted his smug bedroom eyes. “Disturbing lies, I assure you.”

Logan and his office chair glided to close the distance between the two. Logan cooly glared down at Deceit. “Are you mocking me, you snake faced bastard?”

Deceit brought his face closer to the other’s. Logan’s face flushed. “Oh, I’m not. I assure you.”

By that statement, they were brought to a tie. They scrutinized each other’s faces to see if either of them would back down. Their eyes glowed and waited for the other to make a move. After a few moments, Deceit wondered, What does kissing him feel like?

Logan immediately backed down and turned around, flustered. Deceit kept his poker face, though his own blush said differently.

Do you want to kiss?

Logan didn’t hesitate. He shouldn’t have to. “No.”

“You’re lying.”

“Perhaps I am.” Was that how Logan flirted? He wasn’t sure. Maybe he should’ve paid attention to the crude Powerpoint Roman made for Thomas.

Flirting?! This is Deceit!

“Kiss me, nerd.” Deceit pulled Logan’s tie and cupped his face. Logan complied and kissed Deceit. By all means, he should be against the literal personification of lies, but…

Deceit tasted of the unasked questions and false answers, of stolen cookies and sour raisins. Logan himself tasted of berries and of sweet, sweet truth. Deceit had gotten his answer. Logan broke away from the kiss, covering his mouth and widening his eyes at what he had just done.

“You taste like jam.” Deceit smiled. “Crofter’s?”

“Falsehood,” Logan said.

“You taste like jam!” Deceit’s face lit up with mischevious glee.

Logan sighed. “Shut up.” They sat in silence, pondering what they just did, and he said, “I trust you not to speak of this. Ever.”

“I trust you, too.” Deceit nodded. He sunk out of Logan’s room, and he was left to wonder whether he had imagined the entire experience.

He hadn’t imagined it. Sometimes Deceit would steal Logan away off to someplace in the Imagination, which he was surprised to learn that Deceit could influence as much as Roman, or simply stay in one of their rooms. They went on “dates,” chatted about anything really, and occasionally made out.

Logan adjusted his watch. Deceit had planned this particular date, and he didn’t want to pop into the wrong place. The Imagination was an expansive place with no borders. There was no limit, contrary to the popular phrase. Deceit was supposed to pick him up at a quarter past 5. It was 5:18. Deceit was late, no surprise there.

Deceit appeared in Logan’s room.

“You’re late. Again,” Logan said.

“Nice to see you again, too,” Deceit said sarcastically. “You look handsome.”

“I know.” Logan sassily adjusted his glasses. “You do too, I guess.”

I guess?

“Yes. I guess.”

“Aww, you’re lying. You do think I’m handsome,” Deceit jokingly stroked Logan’s face with the back of his gloved hand.

Logan snaked his hand around Deceit’s waist. “Perhaps I am.” They giggled. They still kept their relationship a secret, and they were both satisfied with that.

The morning afterward, Logan woke up in a good mood. He figured it was illogical, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He all but skipped downstairs to the commons. “Hello, Patton,” he greeted. “Good morning, Roman.” He smiled at them.

“Hi, Lolo!” Patton called from the kitchen.

“Hey, bro,” Roman said, dressed in his gamer sweater and chilling on the couch. Deceit once joked about Roman seeming like a morning person on one of their dates.

C’mon, Logan, stop thinking about him. You’re in the others’ company now. Logan took a coffee and some eggs Patton had cooked. “Virgil hasn’t come down yet?” He shoved some delicious eggs down his throat.

“No, but you know my son. He doesn’t come down until 10,” Patton said in a fond tone. He flipped an egg.

Roman snickered. “Honey, that’s putting it lightly.”

“It’s almost 11,” Logan pointed out. Someone’s bare feet lightly padded down the stairs. “Ah, speak of the devil.”

Virgil yawned, still half asleep. “Hi, guys.”

“Oh my goodness, you’re so cute in the morning,” Patton cooed.

Virgil reddened. “You say that every morning.”

Patton widely grinned and flipped a pancake. “And you still haven’t gotten used to it.”

Roman laid on his stomach, reminding Logan of Deceit. “I don’t think you ever will, Elphaba.”

Virgil found his favorite mug from the cabinets and poured himself some coffee. “Touché, Glinda.”

Logan finished the last of his eggs. “I’m off to do some work,” he announced. “See you at lunch.” He waved with a flick of his wrist.

Virgil watched him go upstairs, after he made sure Logan was out of earshot, he asked, “Does Logan seem...off? To you?”

Patton paused. “He does seem happier, kiddo.”

“His passions have changed,” Roman said. “Now he’s passionate about a special someone.” He slyly smiled.

“Who?” Patton asked, excited.

Roman sighed dramatically. “Alas, I do not know.”

“How do you not know? It’s your power, isn’t it?” Virgil protested. All he got as an answer was a shrug from Roman. “Whatever. His fears have changed, too. He’s scared that he’ll be judged for who he loves, not for his work.”

“Peculiar! Bizarre!” Roman exclaimed. He waved his hands in the air to emphasize his point.

“Little Loganberry has a crush!” Patton chirped. “I guess you could say he’s a jam.”

Roman and Virgil exchanged confused glances. “...What?” Roman asked.

“Ge-get it? ‘Cause loganberry’s a berry? Crush? You crush berries to make jam?”

Virgil saved Patton from further embarrassment. “Anyway, Patton, has his motivations changed at all?”

“Yes, songbird. Thank you for bringing that up,” Patton said. He tapped his fingers on the counter, one by one. “He gets up in the morning to see his crush. I mean, he still wants to help Thomas and see us, but this…” He trailed off. “Not much has changed, otherwise, I think.”

“This still begs the question,” Roman said. “Who is his crush?”

“It could be any one of us,” Patton added.

“Except me,” Virgil joked.

“Kiddo,” Patton said in a scolding tone.

Virgil pouted and reluctantly said, “Sorry, Pat.”

“Anyway, he didn’t really want to join us” -Roman pointed to himself, Virgil, and Patton to clarify- “when we first started out. Maybe he wants to join us now?”

They wondered who Logan’s crush was, and Logan himself knew such. He was glad that the more emotion-oriented sides have less specific powers than his. At least, that was his theory, anyway; emotion makes the side more accurate, but less emotion makes the side’s power more precise.

#curiosity killed the cat #simu writing #loceit #sanders sides #fic #logan sanders #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #tw kissing #tw cursing

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