a very short lovebitten fic based off this art:
"The now, the then, the thinking of when"
Owen sat at the edge of the lake, hands shaking and gripping the rock. His eyes frantically searched the water surface for who knows what: he couldnt see his own reflection. He knew vampires couldn't see their own reflection. Perhaps this realization was even more painful when he thought about Louis. Lately, he'd been thinking more and more about ending it. No matter how. He was ready to help turn the beacons, to kill all of the humans if necessary. Shelby once asked him what he'd do when it was all over. He said he didn't know. He wanted nothing more than to just get it over with.
Old bloodied stake laid on the desk of his room in the crypt. He'd tried it countless times. No matter what a vampire did, he couldnt kill himself. Not with a stake, not with holy water, not with fire, not with drowning. He was stuck, and that was bringing frustration and desperation higher up his throat.
Abolish once suggested that if Owen ever needed help, or needed to be cured, since they found all of the cure books, that he'd be here. After mulling it over and also punishing Legundo for what he was, Owen sneaked into town to find Abolish.
At dawn, they climbed the highest mountain, Abolish with books and holy water in his hands, Owen with nothing. He gazed at the rising sun, its rays not yet so intense, squinting slightly. "Are you ready?" Abolish asked him. Owen nodded with a soft hum.
Abolish started reading the words written, saying Owen's name while simultaniousily spraying the vampire with holy water. It hurt and stung, making Owen clench his teeth. But soon enough, he felt lighter. He could feel he had a choice: to leave this world behind, or to be cured and have a chance at life. For once, he could pick himself. And he chose the endless sky.
His head and limbs ached slightly when he next woke. He lifted his head, seeing the enormous gates before him. So that was it. It did exist after all. Owen, with his last strength, only hoped Louis would be here. He saw a figure emerge from the gate and walk toward him. His heart sank, and his eyes watered slightly. Louis. He was here. He hadn't seen him in so long, so much time had passed-
"Louis!" His voice faltered, cracking. Owen suddenly found himself unable to stand. He couldn't get up and run to the only person who had mattered to him all these years. Louis was dressed in light peach attire, his white and slightly curly hair exactly as Owen imagined it. And that smile, soft and forgiving.
Louis approached him, kneeling in front of Owen. "Hey..." Owen was almost crying. Or rather, tears were streaming down his cheeks, but he couldn't feel anything at that moment. His eyes stared into Louis's, and he felt like he was about to choke from the overwhelming emotion. And then Louis's arms, so soft yet at the same time firm and caring, enveloped him. Owen felt himself breaking and gasping for more air as his fingers clawed at Louis's back in an attempt to bring himself closer. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.." He stuttered, letting out a stifled sob. "Shh..it's okay..it's okay, my love," Louis placed a steady hand in Owen's white hair, caressing and threading through it. "I'm here."
