With the revamp of @herbalmuttโs Nightingale mafia au I thought Iโd rewrite a little piece of angst I wrote a little of a year ago now <3
Cw for a non-graphic description of death
The End
Sunflower always knew this would be his end. The second he looked into his sunโs eyes for the first time he knew he would burn for her. But to face it head onโฆ
He was okay with this.
Sunflower repeats this mantra to himself. (Itโs only a half lie, promise) He wishes he could've stayed longerโฆ he loathes to leave her alone to manage the chaos that is their garden.
He was okay with this.
He will regrettably never get to see her reach her goal. The one she refused to speak about. The only thing she ever denied him access to.
He was okay with this.
Heโs finally gifting her the last piece of him. Heโs given his sun everything from his heart to soul and now his life was hers too.
He was okay with this.
God who knew dying hurt so much. He knew it would hurt (obviously heโs not stupid) but every breath feels like dragging sandpaper over his throat. He blinks his eyes open, when he closed them he couldnโt say. Blood drips out of the corner of his mouth.
He was okay with this.
He focuses his gaze on Rose a weak, โSunshine?โ falling from his lips. Even now in the middle of battle sheโs as beautiful as the day he met her.
He was okay with this.
He feels a soft hand run through his fur scratching in just the right place. โI donโt think I can come back from this one, Roseanne.โ He confesses quietly, like some dirty secret.
He was okay with this.
He hears her voice as steady as ever. โSunflower I demand-โ
He grabs her arm. Staring at her he begs. โDonโt make a liar out of me. I promised Iโd follow your every order, donโt make me fail you now.โ
He was okay with this.
The world goes quiet. Heโs faintly aware of the battle going on around them but all that matters- all that has ever mattered is Rose. They sit in silence for what feels like hours but couldnโt have been more than a few seconds.
He was okay with this.
His antenna twitch as his sun starts singing. He recognizes the song from the first note. Heโs never heard her sing it but itโs as perfect as he always expected. The melody surrounds him like a warm hug. (He remembers being a child finding the silly little lullaby and becoming obsessed finding every excuse to โserenadeโ Rose with it.)
He was okay with this.
He reaches up clutching her face gently finishing the song, โPlease donโt take my sunshine away.โ Guiding it down he presses a kiss to her forehead.
He was okay with this.
โFrom now until the end.โ He repeats, a vow sheโs heard her entire life. A vow made over scraped knees and locked fingers. A vow made over a cooling body and blood soaked hands. A vow made in a quiet venue as he slips a ring onto her finger. A vow made in a million and one different ways and places. Now, made over his death.
He was okay with this.
His hand falls, body too weak to hold it up. As his eyes slowly slide shut against his best effort, he canโt help but thinkโฆ This is perfect. Clutched in his sunโs grasp blessed to bathe in her warmth even as his own body grows cold. Heโs not dying alone and thatโs all he could ever want from her.
She wasnโt okay with this
She clutches his body close even as it falls limp. Though the man can no longer see it, a rain cloud covers his sun. Heโs never seen her cry and he never will. Tears streaming down her fur, she's gotten her wish and so has he. Itโs a bitter success.
Icarus flew too close to the sun. Clutching it so tight that as his wax wings melted and he fellโฆ he dragged her right down into the cold unforgiving grasp of the ocean with him.
I hate you kyskyskys I canโt believe you fucking shot me 50 times like that fucking wild anyways you should totally post the art on tumblr so I can repost it and scream about it in the tags <3
Selfship art for my bestie here who as you can tell, greatly appreciates me