this cup of yours tastes holy (this lie is dead)
“I think you might have missed the part where I said that you almost died,” Logan says, and his voice is steady, but his hands are not, trembling where they have balled into fists on his lap.
Janus attempts to save Logan from being poisoned. In the moment, switching out their glasses seems like a perfectly rational idea.
It is not, in fact, a perfectly rational idea.
- Content Warnings: poisoning, mentioned blood, mentioned death (no actual death though), mentioned violence
- Word Count: 5,772
- Pairings: Loceit, background Prinxiety
Written for Whumptober2020 theme no 22. “Do these tacos taste funny to you?” with the more specific prompt: poisoned.
The banquet hall is bright, noisy, and crowded, full of laughter and music and talking, and Janus is almost certain that the ambassador from Halledrin has just slipped poison into Logan’s wine.
No one else seems to have noticed. Janus can’t say he’s surprised. The formal dinner is over; now is the time for mingling, and everyone is deeply involved in their own conversations, their own social circles. Roman knows how to throw a good celebration, if nothing else, and now that the pressure is off of him to preside over all the little details, Janus spots him off to one side, shamelessly chatting up Virgil, who seems… exasperated, if not entirely displeased. He spares them a glance before turning back to Logan, who seems to be doing his level best to escape the conversation, but the ambassador— and just what is his name? Janus has entirely forgotten— is persistent, and Janus would think it no more than an annoyance if he weren’t fairly certain that he saw the man brush one hand against Logan’s wine glass while gesturing broadly with the other.
Which, no. That is absolutely not permitted.