#light!remus

Silence.

It was a scary thing. To have lived without it for so long, it was a foreign feeling to the former duke. Now taking on the role of logic as the embodiment of Syllogism, he has to take on a completely different meaning in life. With that came his fears of never being able to find joy in his work again. Since there was more structure, his creative visions were not as vast as he wished they could be because of his stricter set mind.

Then there was the original logic now taking on the role of anxiety by being the aspect of Dread. While Logan was very helpful in helping Remus navigate certain aspects of his new role as Thomas' intellect, it was also a lot harder for him to verbalize his emotions in a straightforward way. The anxiousness he felt could range from subtle to agony in mere moments and it caused a lot of butting heads with Remus.

But now the two were in bed together. Remus stared up at the ceiling where the reminants of Logan were still very present in the room. The glow-in-the-dark paint mimiced the real constellations in outer space. Remus started to hum a tune very similar to his theme. He felt the back of Logan pressed against his arm as he slumped down further on his back.

The quiet of Remus' mind had been one of his biggest hurdles but with Logan sleeping peacefully next to him, what was he truly to fear?

"Remus. You should've been asleep by now."

Remus accidentally bit his tongue once he realized that Logan had never fell asleep at all. Remus dragged a hand down his face.

"You were never asleep, were you?"

Logan chuckled into the pillows and turned over on his other side to look at Remus' face.

"No. And judging from the bleaching effect on your hair, it must not be a good reason why you are still awake."

Remus let out a shaky sigh.

"I hate this sometimes, Lo. My brain… it's too quiet. Nothing happens unless I make it. My thoughts rarely come freely to me anymore and I…"

Remus' voice drifted off. He didn't know how to explain it more than just his brain is quiet. Which wasn't as uncommon as Remus made it seem when he was the figment of Dark Creativity but there was some level of consistency and familiarity with his mind. The times where his thoughts would go from blarring foghorns to bubbling simmering would be his only time of having mental peace. And he cherished those moments. But now? It was like a permenant change. And because of his mind never giving him random thoughts or ideas, he felt that there was no point in trying to have fun with his projects because why make something fun out of something meant to be useful?

"… do you know how many teleport pads I need to finish?" "5 more. And you can focus on that tomorrow."

Logan gripped onto Remus' wrist as Remus tried to sit up. He pecked Remus on the temple, locking his fingers between Remus'.

"Both of our minds are overwhelmed and yet… we somehow still understand each other very well. It's idiotic, isn't it?"

Remus barked out a humorless chuckle.

"In some ways… yes."

Then he turned his attention back to the owl figment.

"But you know what?"

Remus let out a shaky sigh.

"No one else makes silence feel this safe."

Remus looked over Logan's arm to stare into his partner's dark blue eyes.

"Not the way you do."

Logan paused for a brief moment before letting himself smile, burying his face in Remus' chest.

"Goodnight, Remus." "'Night, Logan."

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