Focus on Issues or Focus on Me

Oh they were HURT hurt. If Roman tries to duck out or goes crazy I’ll scream.

(The song is Burnt Out by Dodie Clark)

no one:

literally no one:

me: haha hey what if

What the fuck is that?

Everyone when they saw remus for the first time in DwIT

"That was all Acting in a way and that wasnt so bad" roman in CLBG so I was like... well that's ironic

My favourite thing about when people do these they always mix up Patton and Logan (Logan is the "Dad" and Patton is the "smart one" not that Patton isnt smart look at my blog title- it's just Logan is known for being... the smart one)

Conversely, me liking Roman won’t stop people disliking him

Ever think Ro might have a hard time finding the line between fantasy and reality sometimes?

And how that might be a problem for dealing with particular individuals?

(what…… it’s angst day.)

@celeste-tyrrell & @kaioanxiety :D

tags:

there is also a goddess named Apate who is the personification of deceit/fraud/trickery etc

A knight needs his sword after all…

“We’re twins after all, and I can mimic you easily~ Tata dear brother~!” 

Warning: Mentions of deceit and angst. Fighting. Spoilers for new episode

“They’ll never notice you’re gone. So you can forget about being rescued.”

Roman thrashed against his restraints, yelling at Remus with all his might. He wasn’t about to let Remus win, he would find a way out. If he could just find something to untie his ropes with or at least buy some time-

“You despicable fiend! Why would you do this?”

Remus gleefully cackled at Roman’s retort, the jagged movements deceiving Roman’s eyes. That was not how he laughed, not how he talked, not how he acted. It wasn’t right. That. Was. Not. Him.

Remus’ laughter slowly died down, while Roman’s heart sped up at the sound, breath increasing rapidly. He had to get out, he had to get the others, he needed some rock, some signal, something.  

“Out of ideas dear brother?”

Roman clenched his teeth, jaw setting firm as his muscles tensed. Never! He wasnt about to let Remus win, to get to his head.

“Never! I will find a way out of here, find a way to beat whatever power you’ve gained!“

Remus smirked he stood over Roman, his shadow being cast on the real Roman’s face. In any other situation, Roman would have cracked a joke about how great he looked, but now, thinking about how it was such a Roman power move, he was only filled with dread.

“You forget, brother. You may have built up your defense with numbers, did you really think I would be so foolish as to not come up with something myself?”

Remus paused.

“I, after all, am creativity too.”

Roman glared with every ounce of heat within him, desperately holding back the tears in his eyes. He was creativity damn it! He was supposed to be the hero, the saviour, protecting the sides from the others. He came up with the useful ideas, the ones actually used-

“Let me tell you, Deceit is a wonderful ally to have. Too bad yours will never find you.”

Roman couldn’t do this anymore, the desperation in his chest, the aching of his muscles. What he wouldn’t give to see Virgil or Patton or Logan appear. Virgil’s job was to protect. His job was to protect, he had to get out. He couldn’t lose-

Remus crouched down in front of a now crying Roman, tears free falling down his face, and smiled.

He began chanting.

“Roman Roman, by himself.”

He knows he shouldn’t listen. He can still do this, he can-

“Roman Roman, can’t call for help.”

He needs to find a way out, he needs to find someone, anyone for help.

Its when the realisation hits. He’s lost. He lost to Remus. The others are his only chance-

“Roman Roman, all alone”

Roman let out a choked sob, bringing his bound ankles towards himself and he brings his knees to his chest. He wants his fam-ily.

“Roman, Roman, is dethroned.”

Roman thrashed one last time using every last bit of energy as he yells at Remus. He have Remus a sucessful headbut, knocking back Remus. Roman scrambled to find something he could use in his moment of time, a last ditch attempt to gain an upper edge. A rock, a knife anything-

Remus growled and forced Roman back, shoving him into the cold grey wall. Both hands on Roman’s exhausted shoulders.

Roman spat in Remus’ face.

“You- You can’t-won’t get away with this. They-They’ll know its not me!”

Remus grinned, as if stating the obvious.

“We’re twins. I can mimic you easily” Remus made to leave, shoving Roman one last time before having the audacity to run his fingers through his hair and blowing Roman a kiss. Actions that infuriated Roman.

“This isn’t over!”

Remus only continued walking before calling

“Tata dear brother!”

Roman slumped as Remus walked away, the salty tears flowing freely.