A/N: This one just had Felix written all over it.
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Words as Feelings
February 24th, Scapegrace
1. A complete rogue or rascal; a habitually unscrupulous person; scamp.
Felix was poison, plain and simple.
Everything he did, he did out of his own self-interest. He didn't care who got hurt in the process, so long as he had fun doing whatever it was he was doing. It's just that what constituted as 'fun' for him usually involved people getting hurt. Hey, no skin off his back.
How did it take Locus so long to figure it out?
Felix had been toxic from the beginning. He'd hated the little rat, and the feeling was mutual, but they worked well enough together that he was willing to tolerate the yammering and the petty insults. But the petty insults weren't so petty now, were they? They were carefully crafted to keep Locus down, under Felix's thumb.
Felix was a bad influence, a toxin that Locus had gotten addicted to. Now he needed to get him out of his system. It would take a lot of time, and it would certainly be painful, but he couldn't move forward otherwise. Besides, Felix was gone now. Locus couldn't rely on him anymore even if he wanted to.
Damn him, leaving Locus to clean up his messes even long after he was gone.
