#c! thomas

Summary: Remus isn't the type to care about looks but when he realizes he's slowly going blind and has to wear glasses . . . That's a whole other story. He despises them.

Remus stares ahead of him frowning and squinting at the mirror. He looked fucking ridiculous. He took them off and then back on.

Repeating the process over and over again. He hated the fucking things and he hated how they looked on him.

He was going to be pummeled by insults.

Obviously he didn't care. He has never cared much about his appearance or what the others said about him or the cruel nicknames they assigned him, something they thought he didn't know about. Just because he doesn't bring it up doesn't mean he's oblivious to it.

Despite what the others thought he was much more observant and smarter than he appeared.

So why should this be any different. Why should these make him feel so unsure.

He squints down at the glasses in his hands. The ones Logan had conjured up for him.

It was a nice gesture but that didn't make him hate them any less.

he truly didn't deserve his kindness. Never has.

He'd have to leave the dark side eventually. He couldn't lock himself in his room forever.

Though Remus is sure most of them would be more than happy if he did that.

He squints down at them once more putting them back on. Adjusting them to his liking before looking back into the mirror. Staring at his reflection.

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A familiar tugging sensation tilled his body.

Ah, fuck. He goes to take them off again and then-- Poof! Remus was in his assigned spot.

The space between Roman and Virgil.

Roman was going to have a field day with this.

He tilts his head slightly to face his brother.

He hadn't noticed his presence. And by the looks of it no one else had either.

He stood there silently.

Something almost abnormal when it came to Remus, he was always blabbering about something or another. Spouting out every single thought that crowded his mind.

Remus' eyes dart around the room again.

He looks to his other side to see Virgil glancing over at him. Not quite staring at him but now aware of Remus' presence.

Feeling the anxiety radiating off of him. His anxiety only heightened when he saw Virgil looking. It was odd. He was fidgeting with his sash adjusting it and readjusting it. What could have the duke so frazzled? His eyes flickering up to Remus face.

His eyes immediately landing on the green glasses. The glasses. He wanted to reassure Remus, comfort him, not only for Remus' sake but for his own. The anxiety radiating off of Remus was a lot. It felt like scorpions were crawling all over him. He had to stop it. But if he confronted Remus it would only draw attention and things would only get worse. Virgil understood that feeling more than anyone.

Roman hadn't noticed his brother standing next to him. He looked at each of the sides. Patton, Janus, Logan, and Virgil.

He somehow still didn't see his brother.

He looked at Thomas.

Nobody had said anything since they were called here. Not one word. Logan would usually say something, and if he didn't, either Patton or Virgil would. Janus hadn't been here long enough for Roman to know what he would do, and he didn't see his brother.

He looked at each of the sides once more once again somehow overlooking his brother and went to speak.

Roman throws his arms up. "Why has nobody said anything? We have been standing here for quite a bit, Thomas! And we still have yet to talk! Nobody has talked! Not Specs, not Padre, not even Virge. I'm just saying! I'm just bored!"

he throws his arms around while talking, making him look like an uncontrollable puppet.

Remus flinched slightly at the sound of his brother's voice, catching him off guard.

He looked over at Roman, who was staring at him. Or rather staring through him as if Remus hadn't even been there.

He watches as Romans eyes scan over each of the sides, and Thomas once again.

Still not noticing Remus. Good.