OTPLEASE Edition 1: Across the Stars
I was blessed enough to be chose by the amazing mods at the @fanficzine team as one of the contributors to this edition. I can’t wait for all of you to see it!!
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My piece is Klance-centered; a story of how Death spared a human boy’s life and asked for his help. Here’s a preview:
Sitting down before him was a boy no older than seventeen. His hair was dark and parted into three fringes on his forehead—which really confused Lance because how could someone have three fringes? The rest of his hair was hidden under a black hood attached to a black cloak. Actually, the boy was dressed in all black, from his robes to his shoes. Lance was once again confused—why was this boy wearing only black? He looked like his cousin Lucia. His mom told him she dressed in black because she was a goth, but Lance had no idea what that meant.
His eyes were cold and distant, making Lance jittery. Something about him was wrong. He didn’t look like the older guys in Lance’s school and neighbourhood. There was something different about him. Not just different, bad. A knot formed in Lance’s throat but he pushed it down. His father had told him once he had to be a brave boy to be able to take care of his family if they ever needed him. He had to go back home. He had to go back to his mom.
“Who are you?” he asked, his voice trembling, despite his efforts to keep himself together.
Lance frowned. That made no sense.
“Are you a goth too?” he asked. If he was like Lucia then Lance had no reason to be afraid, right?
“A Goth? What? No. No, I’m not a goth. I’m Death.” The guy furrowed his eyebrows.
“Lucia says that too. Mom said Lucia isn’t Death—she just wants attention. She also said Death is a thing, not a person. So, since you can’t be Death: what’s your name?”
The guy—Death—looked taken aback. It was something Lance was used to. Many adults had told him he was very smart for his age and needed to learn to keep his mouth shut, but he didn’t care; he liked speaking his mind. His ‘wise’ words always got him in trouble. Sometimes he wished he could just keep his mouth shut but not saying what he liked made him upset. This was one of those times. He was in a dark, scary place with Death himself and insisted on knowing his name.
“I… I don’t have a name…” Death whispered.
“What do you mean you don’t have a name? Everyone has a name! Even pets have names! My hamster is called Javier. So is my cousin. Aunt Sofia was really mad at me for naming my hamster after him but I refused to change it. They look alike!” Lance defended himself.
Death blinked. Something about his eyes made a shiver run down Lance’s spine. The air around them grew colder. His lips were sealed shut by the growing uneasiness inside him. Why was this guy so pale? Why was everything black? Where was he? Lance didn’t like this. He wanted to leave. He wanted to go home. He wanted his mom. Lance opened his mouth, ready to call out for her when Death spoke.
“I suppose I had a name once. That was a long time ago, though.” His eyes moved from Lance to a point in the distance.
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