A re-write of "All the world's a stage" from Licht's pov.
Tw: blood and injury
Once again, that one question came into an interview. Apparently, it was more intriguing that he was a young person who doesn't "acts according to his age", than him being able to make people cry by playing piano.
Despites not being very invested in meeting new people, it is not like he's avoiding them, nor like he's unable to do that if he wanted so, things just happened that way. On the path he chose to follow at a very young age, giving up a typical youth was the price to pay, meeting new people isn't impossible but also it is not that simple.
And for Licht, friendship was meant to be keept as a duty. Even if you're fine on your own, once someone comes into your life, it changes completely. He learned from his favorite book when he was still a kid, the only thing he actually understood from that by the time, "you become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed".
He was better without them. It was easier.
But then he was fooled. He was laugthed at, and mocked by showing his true self. All he wanted was to make that demon who trapped him pay for his sins.
Now, holding up said demon he named Hyde, who was curled up on his lap as a harmless animal, for what he fears to be the first and the last time, Licht rewinds all of that again. As he saw beyond the annoying grin on the servamp's face, the theatrical mask, growing up Licht's hate even more, because he thought no one cared about him and what he did, but Licht does. And because he cared so deeply about that demon that they ended up on each other's throats countlesly.
For sometime, after losing his first friend, Licht didn't want to befriends with anybody else, even Krantz had to conquer his space on the angel's life. Then he met Hyde and once again the world expanded a little.
He was annoyed of him because the vampire wouldn't admit to be in pain, they fought because Licht wouldn't give up while he thinks he was worth to save. He wouldn't have waste his time on him if he didn't think so, he cared about it because he understand, and he believed that Hyde could also understand him, and they could be a part of each other, sharing a new meaning to their own regrets and reasons why it wasn't completely worthless.
He was right. Unfortunally it didn't happen in time for Hyde to starts a new life by his side. Even though any rational person would think that he got what he deservers, the curtain had to fall in front of his eyes just before he gets the chance to try to make his actions a little less meaningless and rescue it from the desolate cruelty of emptiness.
The metamorph changes again to his human form on Licht's trembled hands.
"Licht" It sounds with difficulty as the blood come to his throat. Licht's eyes with a thin glow, revealing that he's scared or sad or a mix of it, that someone who's not used to his expressions of emotions would've miss. Their eyes come across each other, in silence for a while.
"Thank you..." The vampire continues, till the growing pain within his chest turns too much. "I'm sor-" A cough stops him to finish, but Licht guesses where he has heard that line before, and despair grows in his eyes.
Licht holds the vampire urgently preventing his fall and pulls him to lay his head on the eve's shoulder, still without saying a word. For the next seconds all that can be heard is the headgehog's unstoppable coughing. In a moment of coldness, the back of Hyde's head was pulled to lead his mouth against Licht's neck exposed skin.
"Drink it." The order was attended, with a hope of working well. Both heads thinking the same, as the eve releases one last attempt to help its damaged servamp.
Thankfully, it seems like they did it. Licht exales, feeling a little bit rest, when he hears a sleeping sound from the vampire, now back to its animal form on the angel's lap.
"Don't you dare." Licht thinks, staring at the sleeping hedgehog as it was the last chance he would have to. "You have no right to get out of my life like this, not after everything."
Not after he got to know Hyde, and let him know him. He didn't ask for Hyde, but now that he gets him, he wouldn't let him die. Not the newest most loyal listener of his piano, the one who set on the first chair, nearest to him, and left the music change his mind, took the angel's life work and got it a new matter, transforming it and both of them, even if just thanks to what he has sufer and made sufer.
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