A/N: Ah, thank you for your review! Yes, there will be more, hehe!
Deceit ambled further into the room, which held his unwilling captive, his snake eye the only thing Virgil could distinguish due to the lack of light in the room. The smaller male tried his best to shuffle away, the chains around his ankles preventing a comfortable sort of movement... or any for that matter. Whimpers and yelps left chapped and dry lips, only to be dampened by the tears he shed.
"Now, now, Virgil, you're only causing harm to yourself." Deceit's voice poured from his lips as nothing but a whisper, soft and gentle, but still managing to hurt Virgil's ears. Whispers were always bad... Virgil had learned that the hard way. Deceit would never raise his voice, ever. And that to Virgil... was the scariest thing imaginable.
He stopped.
The Anxious trait ceased his struggling and he stopped.
Moving.
Breathing.
Blinking.
It was as if he was a deer caught in the headlights of an on coming collision.
Or in this case...
Caught in the light of a snake eye, staring deep with in his broken, scarred soul.
"Good." A smirk pulled at the corners of the Deceitful trait's lips. "Wouldn't want Rage teaching you a lesson, now would we?" Virgil gave a meek shake of his head, bangs falling into his eyes which were beginning to brim with tears.
That's what he would do. It's what he always did. Send in someone else to do his dirty work. Despite the fact Deceit wore gloves, he never dared taint them with the blood of his victims. No. He'd rather someone else have a conscience full of guilt.
"That's not what I thought." Another smirk, another whisper, another pit of dread crawling deeper into Virgil's stomach. Deceit took a step closer, cape whooshing as he whacked it away with his hand before crouching down to the Anxious trait cowering in front of him. One of his gloved hands cold and sickly as it came down to caress against Virgil's cheek, stopping to cup his chin. "Such an (pretty) ugly face. (Beautiful) Hideous." Virgil squirmed until the others hand slipped away. "Such a shame Patton (never) wants to see it again..."
Virgil's head whipped up at his lovers name, eyes wider than before. "P-Patton?" Deceit's cackle shook through Virgil's bones, forcing him further into his corner.
"(Yes) No... He's not broken at all... not even a little bit. It's not your fault, Virgil. He loves (hates) you..."
Virgil's heart almost collapsed against his chest, pulse dropping with each word that left Deceit's scale coated lips.
"It's for the (best) worst." Deceit rose from his crouched position, giving Virgil a light pat on the head. "You're back where you don't belong."