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Its more than okay! I'm always happy to get ideas

Virgil would deny the hell out of it/claim it was self defense if Janus ever tried to tell anyone.

Small drabble- (if you ever don't want me to write something for something you send in, please do tell me and I hope this is okay)

Warnings- Blood, unsympathetic Virgil, scales being ripped

"Why Virgil, its been a while since I've seen you around these parts." Janus sneered, it was well known that him and Virgil weren't exactly friends. In fact, they weren't even acquaintances. Some sides might even go as far to call them enemies. Although none of their fights got physical or too extreme. It would mostly end with Thomas having a headache.

Virgil glanced around the 'Dark sides' hallway before staring back at Janus. His eyes dark, but instead of being chill to the dark, there was a suffocating heat coming from the dark. Janus didn't back down though. His mismatched eyes didn't waver from the dark ones.

This seemed to piss Virgil off. If his next actions said anything.

Virgil took a large step forward and placed his hand on Janus' left cheek, his thumb right under his snake eye. Janus hissed and jerked back. But Virgil's hand followed, as if stuck to his face.

Virgil tutted, his painted thumb nail hooked on the edge of a scale, right under Janus' eye. His snake eye dilates, his body stiff at the pressure on the side of the scale.

He opened his mouth with the hope of de-escalating the situation, or bitting Virgil, either one of them would have work. "Virgil- why don't we-" Lightning hot pain stuck through his face, the wounded snake fell into the wall. His hands going up to his face.

Deceit let out a shaky breath and pulled his hands away and gasped at the deep red that was staining the bright yellow of his gloves. "What the fuck?" He whispered his eyes jumping back up to Virgil.

Virgil held the scale he had stolen between two fingers, watching it shift colors in the light. At Janus' words he glanced at the other, and simply rolled his eyes and placed the scale into his hoodie pocket before walking away.

The wounded side knew that chasing after him at the moment would end up bad. Plus he was better at planning things out, not rushing into things. It had nothing to do with the fact he didn't want to seem weak to the others. Not at all.

His hands fell to his side's as he turned to walk farther down the hall, down to his room. He caught sight of himself in the hallway mirror. Salty tears ran down one side, while bloody ones streamed down the other.

Damn. And Roman being the dumbass he is would try to hide it from the others, to be a strong prince. But ya know. A cut across ones chest is hard to hide & deal with alone