Like a memory that had long since faded, it was surreal entering
Pipit’s house yet again. He almost forgot what it had looked like,
where all the furniture was located, and how the dust accumulated
so easily in his house. He was still breathing fumes by the time Pipit
actually cleared of a place for him to sit, and when he did sit down, it
was with a great force. Anthony had to will himself to even face the
other– but he refused to make eye contact.
When the brunet had made the comment about it having been a long
time, the male couldn’t help but releasing a, ❝ Tch… ❞ in disgust. He
wanted to add a ‘Wow… you think?’ In a very sarcastic tone, but he
felt that would be going too far and make things far more difficult than
they needed to be, so he bit his tongue.
He listened, oh yes he listened and while the other gave his story
about his “Obligations” it only made Anthony even angrier. This
prompts him to stand up, towering over the other with all six feet
and one inch that he possessed. Feeling the anger rise within him
yet again, he retaliated, ❝ So that’s your excuse? Because it was
your duty? Your obligation? Pipit I find it very hard to believe
that you didn’t have one fucking day off to even write to me
telling me that you were okay! Did you just forget?! Did you think
I wouldn’t care? ❞ He talks a step away from the other, placing his
hands on hips– and if Pipit spoke, Anthony had full intent to cut him off.
❝ –God dammit this is the most selfish thing you could have ever
done! You infuriate me so much! I couldn’t even fucking come to
Skyloft myself because Link hasn’t fucking showed his god damn
mug either! So I was stuck I had no one to go to to make sure you
were alright! ❞ He lets out an amused laughed, ❝ And you… you have
the fucking nerve to act like everything is okay when you see me,
like I wouldn’t be mad! ❞
He stomps back over to the other, each footstep being brought down
with force, ❝ I can’t believe you! ❞ A finger juts out, poking the other
in the shoulder, ❝ You hurt me! You fucking hurt me and I hate it!
I hate you! I hate you so much! Do you have any idea how I feel
right now? ❞ Was he going to wait for an answer? No, he was going
to be childish and cut the other off a second time, ❝ Do you have any
fucking idea how worried I was? How much I thought about you?
Two years! Two god damn years! I thought you started dating
someone else! ❞
And then he can feel it happen– the moment he looked into the other’s
eyes he could feel himself crack, and it’s made apparent in his voice.
❝ It’s not fair, it’s not fair to me that you treated me this way, ❞ He
purses his lips, fighting back each and every tear that wants to spill from
his eyes out of sheer anger, he’s practically choking back sobs at this
point, ❝ I wanted you to write! I wanted you to visit! I wanted– ❞
One… Two… Three… the tears began to fall rapidly, without warning.
❝ —I WANTED MY BOYFRIEND BACK! ❞
Pipit winced when the other jabbed him harshly in the
shoulder, though the reaction was more out of emotional
pain than physical. Each shouted word to escape the human
was like a knife to the heart and Pipit could hardly stand it,
his breath catching in his throat as he listened and watched
the other come completely undone before him. He felt so
bad, so guilty— but there was a spark of anger within the
freckled brunette as well.
Anthony had no idea what Pipit endured these past two
years, body battered and bruised and scarred beneath his
chainmail as a heavy reminder to the fights he struggled
through, barely escaping with his life quite a few times
along the way as well. Some were not so fortunate, however,
as the knights who protected the islands were only of flesh
and blood, just like the residents they so desperately tried to
protect. Pipit tried not to blame himself, he could only be in
one place at a time, after all— but he should have been at
his mother’s side.
His jaw clenched at the mix of emotions, body tensing
and going rigid as the other stood and became increasingly
aggressive and upset. Pipit’s heart clenched at the tears
that poured down his partner’s reddened cheeks but with
those final words he snapped, stool falling back as he got
to his feet and for once shouted back, anger ruling over
sympathy in that moment.
❝Do you think I don’t know that? You weren’t the only
one who wanted those things, and in a perfect world I would
have been by your side every day, every hour, every
second— but I couldn’t be! I was stuck up here, fighting
and doing whatever I could to save the people I love! And
even then, after all that, I couldn’t— do you have a n y
idea how that feels?!❞ He threw his hands up over his head
and turned away, hands clenched tightly into fists and he
slammed them against the nearest wall, a choked sob
escaping as he did so and a framed picture of his mother
came shattering to the floor.
He hit the wall again, then again, and again and again
and again as he let the built up tears and emotions spill from
him, sobs hard and loud as Pipit slowly slid down to his
knees. Shaky, bruised hands slowly reached up to cover his
own face and wipe at the never-ending stream of tears,
breath coming out in hard gasps as he shook his head and
continued to weep before he finally spoke, voiced rough and
raspy and quiet. ❝Please, I’ve already lost her... I can’t lose
you, too. I love you. I love you so much, I tried, I swear I
tried every fucking day—!❞