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"lucky ending" ver iii - rook & lilia

commissioned by @hanafubukki

A/N: Why is it ver iii you ask? Because I finished it first. Why didn't you title it as v ii then? It's so that I'd get iffy and try to finish v ii ... That being said, my sincerest thanks to hanafubukki, who, without their absolute patience and support these two stories would not have been possible. Thank you so much, this is absolutely dedicated to you.

additional pieces: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (???), ver iii (this)

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“Hey, did you know?”

You looked up from your meal to see a grinning Ace.

“Well… you haven’t told me what this is about Ace.” you finally said in a dry tone. “So, no—I wouldn’t.” Beside you, Epel’s lips curled up in amusement.

“Are you sassing me?” Ace squinted at you.

“Who could say.” you shrugged your shoulders. “Anyways, what is it?” Ace studied you for a couple more seconds before he too seemed to ‘shrug’ it off and continue.

“There’s actually a tradition in Twisted Wonderland during graduation season.” Ace’s smile turned wicked, as he raised his hand and tugged at a button on his shirt.

“Please don’t strip. Nobody needs to see that.” you said—Deuce promptly choked on his food and Grim snickered beside you. On his other side, Jack sighed as he patted the man on his back.

“It’s not that!” Ace scowled. “Sweet Queen, if you keep going on like that, I swear—”

“Sorry, sorry.” you raised your hands—palms up. “So, what is it?”

“This button.” he pointed at the second button from the top. “Well, for NRC, they go with the fifth button—but either way…” Sebek leaned forward in interest.

“Is this the button tradition?” his eyes sparkled, “you see, I was thinking of giving—”

“It doesn’t work like that Sebek.” Ace said—at which the Diasomnia student immediately deflated in response.

"People give this out at graduation.” Ace continued. “It’s like the last chance to confess–before you leave the school life behind.”

‘Last chance huh…’ you thought, as you remembered Crowley’s words from the other day.

“In my generosity, I have found a way to bring you back home… but…” the Headmaster peered at you with glowing eyes. “Something tells me you don’t want that anymore.”

“And because I’m so generous… I will let you decide what you wish to do.” his eyes brightened behind his mask. “I hope to hear from you soon…”

"Why not the first button?” you couldn’t help but ask. Ace, who had just finished recounting how many buttons he had given out in his last graduation was startled by your question.

“Err…” Ace scratched the back of his head. “I dunno?”

“It’s the second button, because on the regular school uniform… it’s closest to the heart. Because graduations at NRC are in the summoning robes—that means the fifth button.” Jack finally spoke up, “what normally happens is… someone confesses, and the other party decides whether or not to give the button. When the other party gives their button—it means they return the love of the person who confessed.” Grim’s face twisted at that.

“In conclusion… disgusting.” Epel shrugged his shoulders, before he shot Jack a look. “I’m surprised you, of all people know that.” Jack’s whole body twitched, and his tail bristled in response.

“So. you were being a little shit.” Deuce told Ace.

“Yeah Ace, you’re an asshole.” Grim huffed.

“Not true, all of the people who wanted my heart, got it~” Deuce grimaced in disgust at his roommate’s response. On his other side, Sebek shifted upright.

“I don’t care what you all say, I’m giving—”

“Sebek, no.”

As your friends erupted into chaos your hands fell on top of your second button and you fiddled with it thoughtfully.

—

The colours of dusk dyed the Pomefiore courtyard in brilliant shades of orange and violets.

It made him breathless.

‘When something ends, it must be sad. So, tell me then, how an ending could be so beautiful?’

“—ok! Rook!”

Slap.

Rook blinked blankly as he realized his face was turned harshly to the side. He raised a hand to touch his face and felt that it was warm due to the harsh slap delivered by—

“Are you finally able to listen to me, Rook?”

He faced forward to see that the beautiful face of Vil Schoenheit was twisted in a look of disapproval. It took only a second before Rook managed to pull on the smile he always used to placate his Dorm Leader.

“Roi du Poison!” Rook sang, a hand on his chest and another extended outward, “Our Beautiful Vil! I apologize! I was so distracted by the way the twilight has coloured our beloved dorm, that I was caught utterly speechless!” Vil tilted his head and scowled at his Vice… former Vice Dorm Leader.

“Oh, please do not lie to me, Rook.” Vil fixed his ceremonial robes idly, as he repositioned the hood on his shoulders. “You were thinking of something… No, someone else.” He narrowed his eyes on the hunter. Rook briefly wondered if he was eyeing the creases in his own ceremonial robes. “Exactly what, however…” He let his sentence hang, suspended in a moment of silence. Beautiful Vil stared at him—and Rook realized that the man would not let this go. Would no longer let this go. At that realization, Rook’s hands fell to his sides and his shoulders slumped.

“I did not think you would notice a thing, Roi du Poison.” He admitted rather lamely. His eyes flickered off again, in the direction of a certain dorm…

“Do not insult me Rook. Of course, I would notice. I have known you for so long…” Vil sighed before he snapped. “Now out with it, what exactly is your problem?”

“Well…”

When it had been time for Rook to choose his internship, he had done so in his typical fashion—an eager single mindedness for the sake of something he considered beautiful. His internship would take him to faraway places—so much so that it would become difficult for him to keep in contact with his family and his peers. He had known (thought) that it wouldn’t matter too much for him. While Rook could enjoy being in a crowd—he was more of a solitary creature.

After all, the hunt is best done alone.

And it was fine in the beginning. He was able to throw himself into his internship with all his love and his energy. His supervisors were winded but amazed at his devotion to learning everything he could from them.

“Because what you do here is beautiful and there is nothing, I love more than seeing beauty—in all its shapes, sizes… forms—! How could I call myself la chasseur d’amour if I do not chase after that which I love~?” He had explained to them, and they had shaken their heads in bemusement over him. Then they shrugged—at least he was enthusiastic.

He did not know what had caused it. But in the middle of exploring a forest, there at the edges of the Land of Pyroxene—he is hit with the sudden thought of you.

It causes him to stumble on his step, for his inhale to be a little sharper—and a hand coming up to cover his mouth as he coughed in surprise. There is a knot in his chest that makes him think of the way you would look at him if you were with him at that moment. You would probably be nervous—uncertain about the situation you were in but…

You would take his hand. And he would assure you that all would be well.

He blinked, dazed. The image of you standing before him faded away as all distractions do.

When he wondered to himself why he remembered you—he had thought that perhaps it was because you were one of his fascinations; and Rook Hunt was a man controlled by his need to understand everything that drew his interests.

But why then? At that time?

He had taken his internship to satisfy his fascinations for so many other things and you—

You and your allure were currently a thousand miles away.

There should be no reason for you to continue to dwell in his thoughts… for he had already learned everything about you.

When something (or someone) drew his interest, he would consume all the knowledge he could from observing them. When that was finished—

His eyes would simply fall onto another prey.

You were his last fascination back at Night Raven College—just before his internship began.

So why then did he look back now? So why then is he remembering all the ways you looked at him? In the beginning—your eyes were filled with confusion. There was a time you regarded him with wariness. Then there came a time you peered at him with acceptance… with amusement. With admiration and even with fondness.

You had looked at him with worry in your eyes as well. So many things were left unspoken as he went away for his trip.

‘Perhaps it is that.’ He had concluded at that time. ‘Perhaps my research on you isn’t quite finished yet.’ He attempted to dismiss it as such. Often, he’ll suddenly remember a person who he had once given his attention to. Often it would just be him attempting to see if they had changed in any way and… Perhaps it was the same with you. He nodded to himself. Now that he has figured that out—you would likely stop interrupting his thoughts… It would let him focus on the hunt once more.

At least that is what he told himself but—

The moment he remembered you—you would no longer leave him alone.

Sometimes he would see you at the edge of his vision, standing there with gentle acceptance on the quirk of your lips. Sometimes he would feel your hand in his as he began to smell the homely scent of Ramshackle after a long day of schoolwork. There were the times he had mistaken the song of a bird for the way you would call out to him; and then the times when his thoughts wander to the taste of sunshine on the bright days you two would share.

Something in him began to hunger. To see you, as you are—without you fading away like a daydream. To really feel the press of your hand against his own, to be enveloped in the scent of Ramshackle—one he so strongly associated with your own. To hear your voice, speak his name again—and for the taste of days spent with you.

Suddenly the internship he did not want to end—could not end any faster.

And yet once he had gone back to Night Raven College—restless with the need to soak in your presence—not even a thought to if you would want to see him only to realize that you—

You were avoiding him.

Rook Hunt was not a person easily hurt. He had the tendency to be blunt and his desire for knowledge has let him step on several people’s toes. He was used to being avoided—in fact, it was a thing that brought him excitement.

It was a part of the hunt.

And yet—yet with you—

To know you were avoiding him made him… feel. Something. He cannot quite pinpoint what it is. It surely did not feel like fascination anymore—

There was nothing more important to him than which draws his fascinations—so what have you become then? What lies beyond his whimsical interest in you?

“You’re a bigger fool than I thought you were, Rook.” His Queen’s voice made him crash down to reality. He blinked in surprise—his lips fell into a perfect o as he studied Vil’s irate expression. Ah, had he spoken without thinking?

“Are fools not entertaining to you, my Queen?”

“Perhaps I found it amusing once... however, for someone who calls himself la chasseur d’amour…” The syllables of the foreign language drip off Vil’s tongue like honey. His Queen’s lips curled into a saccharine smile. “You don’t know the first thing about love, do you?” Rook blinked startled—

“Love?” He echoed, winded.

“Love.” Vil peered at him, there was something smug in the curl of His Queen’s lips—but he was unable to examine it further because Vil gestured at him to face forward. With him being as distracted as he was—he had failed to realize that they had arrived at the Pomefiore Lounge.

And standing by one of the great windows was Monsieur Cherry Apple… and you.

“Senior Vil, Senior Rook.” Epel greeted, a sweet smile on his face. “Senior Vil, as you requested.” Epel then waved towards you. You, who had been carefully avoiding his gaze by fixing your own, to the ground.

“Congratulations on your graduation!” Your voice faltered before you went quiet. Rook peered at you—the beginning of a frown tilted the corner of his lips. He could see the sweat drip from your forehead, the way your fingers and feet fidgeted… As someone who spent so much time observing people, he knew you wanted to run.

But why…?

(“Come Epel. Leave them be. There are things I need to discuss with you…” Epel looked at the two of you—quietly standing across each other. He had never seen Rook so quiet before—and this was unlike every other time that the older man was hunting. And then there was you… Queen, you worried them all… ‘But if there’s anyone who could cheer you up…’ he bumped his shoulder roughly against Rook. Enough to pull the older man out of his thoughts to meet his junior’s eyes.

‘Take care of my friend.’ Epel’s eyes narrowed, before he followed Vil.)

Confusion mixed with amusement bubbled up within Rook… How beaute! For the boy—nay, the man to challenge Rook like that… It could almost make him weep from the beauty of your friendship! ‘If Monsieur Cherry Apple challenged me like that… then it is only right that I face his challenge head on—!’ He dragged his eyes back down to your fidgeting form.

“Mon Monarque… It is a pleasure to finally speak with you.” You flinched at his words. “I feel as if you were avoiding me these past few days.”

“I wasn’t—!” you looked up—eyes glassy with unshed worries—but Rook’s knowing gaze made you falter. “… No, you’re right… I’m sorry. I’ve been very unfair, haven’t I?” you smiled weakly.

“As we all are, Mon Monarque.” This time you finally meet his gaze with those wet eyes of yours. “I believe I have been quite unfair with you as well. There were things you must’ve expected me to say back then…” He raised his hand, and happy that you were not flinching away, laid it on your cheek. “How you’ve tested me these past few days, mon amour!”

“Normally,” he began. “One such as I enjoy the thrill of the chase. You would not be the first to run from me… but…” he stroked your cheek with his thumb. “Once it was you who was running from la chasseur d’amour… once it was you, who began to avoid me…” his lips curled downward again—in memory of the past week… “It did not excite me, mon amour—instead… it filled me with dread.” At his words, your eyes burned, and your lower lip trembled.

“Sorry… I’m sorry.” Your voice is faint. “Please… let me explain.” And you do. You tell him what the headmaster had told you—about how you could go home now. You tell him about your conflicted feelings—about wanting a reason to stay but thinking about your family. All the while, he stroked your cheek in encouragement.

Beyond your shoulder, through the large windows—Rook could see the way the sun finally, completely dipped past the horizon. The light framed you completely, it made you look like some heavenly beauty who descended upon the earth. It was your mercy that allowed you to appear before him like this. In the brevity of the light illuminating him—You dazzle him—you blind him.

You made him breathless.

In this moment… he could lose you, couldn’t he?

Ba dump.

His eyes widened as the beat of his heart went unsteady at that realization.

Ba dump dump.

In that moment he realized that your time together could end. Yet, framed by the light—you were so beautiful.

‘When something ends, it must be sad. So, tell me then, how an ending could be so beautiful?’

He found himself lacing your fingers together before falling to one knee before you. You faltered in your words as he tightened his hold on your hands. Ah—so, this is why he couldn’t stop thinking about you. So, this is what Vil meant—when he called him a fool.

‘But there was one ending that was beautiful, non?’

“Rook…?”

“Mon monarque… Please forgive me for leaving you so. Perhaps I have no right to ask you for this but… would you please let me stay with you from now on?” He whispered as he peppered kisses against your palms.

“Rook—!?”

“…Mon amour, I feel faint at the thought of living in a world where you no longer exist.”

“Rook… you’re saying that you…” your eyes became even more glassy. He reaches down to his outfit and with a quick snap—removes the button closest to his heart—and pressed it into your hands.

“Tell me your answer, mon amour. I will accept it but… know…. I do not call myself la chasseur d’amour lightly. For the prize I am hunting now, is your heart.” You blink, and the glassy look in your eyes—shattered as tears slipped down your cheeks. “I will not give it up.”

‘That’s right. ‘They lived happily ever after’—are those not the words that define a beautiful ending?’

—

Nothing lasts forever.

Lilia Vanrouge was definitely the last person to think that.

But being aware of that doesn’t make it any easier for him. Perhaps it makes it worse. Lilia is used to losing people. They have either died too young or he has lived for too long. And when you’re his age you can’t help but begin to brace yourself for the inevitable—for the time you lose people as if they were dying like flies.

So when you waltz into his life here at Night Raven College—Lilia had an idea about how you might just ruin him.

It’s the curiosity that sparkled in your eyes. It’s the lilt in your voice that he cannot place anywhere in Twisted Wonderland.

You did not belong to this world.

But it was also for that same reason that Lilia was drawn to you.

Perhaps he had multiple interests throughout his centuries of loneliness… but you were the first bright spark in a millennia.

Your light was different from the way Malleus… Silver and Sebek shined for him. They were family. They were a constant source of light in the darkest of days. And—he would have them for longer. He would be with Malleus for centuries—he would have Silver and Sebek for their lifetimes.

But you—your light was akin to a shooting star. If he so much as blinked—if he took his eyes off you—if he looked at you a second too late—

He would instantly lose your light.

And shooting stars do not leave anything behind.

There would be no way to follow after you once you’ve gone.

That is why, while you still glimmered in this world of Twisted Wonderland—

He would relish in the way—

You made the world pause.

You made a moment extend into an eternity.

You made an immortal crave just a little more time.

But he would also brace himself—

Because the world will continue to spin.

Because a moment will always fade away.

Because there is never enough time.

So when you came to him (right before his graduation too—robes of black ink and spun gold spread around him on the couch), your eyes wet with your worries while your lips spilled the damning words of the Headmaster—he knew.

“In my generosity, I have found a way to bring you back home…”

He knew that the moments he spent with you had ultimately concluded.

He could already see it—the world dimmed as your bright light shot off into the distance. Ready to burn brilliantly for another world… while he must drift into an eternity with your glow haunting him beyond his closed lids.

‘Nothing lasts forever,’ Lilia thought—wistfully. ‘All things will come to an end.’

He knew what you came here for.

You wanted a reason to stay.

But this was something Lilia can not—no—will not give you.

“—And it’s insane, Lilia. I can’t believe—he just—I don’t know what to do—I—what do I do—?” Finally your eyes fall on him and instinctively your heart sunk. You didn’t know why but… perhaps it’s because you knew him so well by now and…

He gazed at you; expression surprisingly solemn and empty. It scared you. Lilia has never looked at you like this before—to your knowledge, you’ve never seen him wear such a grave expression on his face.

“Child.” You flinched immediately, eyes wide—and beginning to sting already. You tensed in your seat and the fairy in front of you sighed deeply. “Child, this is something I cannot give you an answer to.”

“W—what?” You sputtered, your eyes began to water. “But—”

Lilia—sweet, all-knowing—brilliant Lilia. He, who you always felt,had the answers in this world. He, who you felt safest with… Who was always able to explain things to you—

For once he had nothing to say?

“But nothing.” He said—voice light, gentle—almost as if scared that if he spoke with any more force you would shatter before him.

Who were you kidding?

You’ve already begun to shatter.

“My dear one, this is not my choice to make.” He insisted lightly, red eyes gleamed in the dim light of Diasomnia’s lounge area. “It is your own.”

Lilia’s brows furrowed as he watched your expression shift—from sadness, to confusion, pain—and… He did his best to stiffen himself and not attempt to gather you in his arms. To give you all the reasons to stay—

“It is not my choice to make… but I can give you advice.”

“Then give it. Please.” Your voice faltered in that way he knew that the tears were coming. He did his best not to be swayed. Not when such an important decision is laid before you…

“I believe you should go home.” He answered, and your head snapped upright. Shock coloured your whole face.

“Lilia—you—why would you—” you began to cry but he held up a hand.

“My dear, I have lived a long life full of loss.” He paused, “I will continue to live with loss at my side but you…” he raised his hand, leant forward to cup your cheek—and wiped away a tear right before it fell down the curve of your face. “You have not lived that life, child. Not yet. It is not something I would wish on anyone.” ‘Most especially you.’ He thought fiercely.

“You have a chance to find family again. That is good. I believe you should do it. Go home and reunite with them. It is not yet too late for you.” He murmured—this time tears began to fully stream out of your eyes.

“But Lilia—” you choked out through the tears. “But Lilia, I love you.” Your shoulders slackened as if you had finally let go of a burden, but you curled into yourself protectively. Terrified of the words that he might say now.

Lilia’s smile is sad—but even worse—is how knowing it was.

He knew.

He had known.

All along.

“A passing fancy, I’m sure.” He murmured as he pulled away and everything in you cried out in agony as the fairy lets you slip from his fingers. “Love like this will not last.”

Or at least it won’t last for a mortal like you. It was in your nature—he has seen countless immortal fairies let go of their human lovers. He himself had done the same throughout the centuries… The mortals—they all felt pain and they all felt anger—but ultimately they all moved on. It was the one thing he found that he envied in mortals. For them, life was too short to hold onto those who have chosen to leave them—but for immortals… Immortals always lingered. It was their nature to hold onto what they have let slip past them.

He was not an exception.

Never let it be said that he did not mourn each and every what if.

His love for you will last—until whatever end might meet him.

You will be the one he holds onto until nothing left of him remains—

However this was a type of love he won’t expect from you. It was a type of love he would not curse you with.

“Move on, my dear.” His words chased you out of the Diasomnia Dorm. “… as all mortals do.” He said, softly—this time to himself. He looked down at his small, ungloved hands.

His flesh was smooth, supple. His skin was not thin, his bones or veins not protruding. Immortal. Unchanged.

It was the best choice for you.

‘Let me be the lonely one. Let me be the one to miss you, while I become a faded memory. Let me be the one to remember the way we loved one another. Let me linger, while you experience all of what life has to offer.’

Lilia’s head snapped up as he heard a noise. (A little hope that, maybe, you won’t listen to this old man. Who might have grown in years but never truly outgrew his foolishness—) His eyes caught sight of Malleus—whose own gaze was fixated on the door.

“For once, perhaps I should’ve let myself remain uninvited.” Malleus said dryly. His eyes moved from the door… to Lilia. For a moment Lilia worried that the boy might smite him for making you, his beloved friend, cry. “In all the time I spent in your care…” Malleus spoke softly, “I have never seen you look so small, Lilia.”

Lilia inhaled and straightened himself. His lips trembled as he pulled it into a smile—but it snapped right back into a downward curve. There is no point in trying to hide it from Malleus—no point in attempting to tell him that he wasn’t hurt. For Malleus was just like him.

Someone who will linger in the great eternity, missing someone who will never return.

“I see.” Malleus paused, “… It will never get any easier… will it?”

“Losing someone is always hard. Regardless of the centuries one has lived.” Malleus raised his head again, eyes distant at Lilia’s words.

“Why do we still interact with mortals, then? Is it worth all this pain?”

“… Yes.”

Malleus turned sharply back to Lilia.

“Because even if there is pain… There is great happiness.” Lilia whispered softly as his eyes moved to the door—as if willing you to return even when he was the one to tell you to go. “Because even if we lose them… we will have eternity to remember them… treasure them… love them.” He chuckled gently. “Isn’t that a beautiful way to live forever? In the loving dreams of someone who will remember you.”

“You love greatly, deeply.” Malleus’s brows furrowed, “but why then—did you chase them away?”

“It is the nature of immortals to hold on, to linger. To remember.” Lilia said simply, his head tilted back to look at the ceiling. But his gaze was far away—perhaps fixed onto the sky, remembering all the stars that have slipped past him into the distance. Never to be seen again, but their brilliance and beauty to be remembered. Always to be remembered. “But mortals… the brevity of their lives will make them move on. They have to—they should move on. They can learn to love ano—”

SLAM.

Lilia flinched as his head jerked upright to look at Malleus. The heir’s expression was dark—stormy.

“I did not think I would ever have to teach you anything, Lilia.” Malleus said, disappointment crackled in his eyes.

“Teach me..?”

“Who are you to judge whether my friend should or should not love you?” The prince murmured, “Who are you to say that their love will fade away…? No… that is only something they should decide.”

Lilia blinked in surprise as Malleus turned away and moved towards the door to Diasomnia’s dorm. “Malleus—what are you—?”

“Do not dare to think about their affection… their love for you lightly.” Malleus continued to walk toward the door. He paused as his hand landed on the door knob. He turned to glance at Lilia from the corner of his eye.

“I will not let you underestimate the depth of my friend’s love.” He had said with so much certainty. As if telling Lilia that your return was as certain as night falling, as if your love was as steadfast as the stars above. With a smile, Malleus turned back to the doors and pushed it open to reveal—

You.

Lilia sat, frozen as you glared at him with wet eyes. When you blinked the glassy sheen in your eyes would fragment and slip down your cheeks. Your lips were twisted downwards in displeasure, and your hands were curled on your side. You don’t look at Malleus—but you whisper a thank you to him. You had stopped right outside the door, you had cried—but when you heard Malleus speak you quieted to listen. You can only guess that Malleus probably cloaked you in his magic to hide you from the older fae. Lilia turned to Malleus for a moment. Malleus inclined his head, a tiny smug smirk curled on his painted lips.

‘You have my blessing.’ Malleus seemed to say. Lilia wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by it but he didn't dwell on it because Malleus shimmered out of existence. This made his attention return to you.

You walked towards him—almost stomping. Perhaps any other time he would think of that as adorable—but for right now, he knew he should take this seriously.

Take your feelings more seriously.

“My d—mhm!” In a move he never expected from you, you bend down and kiss him. Your eyes shut tight, the tears slipped from your lashes and dropped down onto his cheeks. Your fingers curled in the silky material of the robe as you insistently pulled him closer to you. Just as he’s about to do something—take you into his arms, maybe—or kiss you back—you pulled away.

“I love you Lilia.” You professed. Yes, you weren’t sure about what you were going to do—where you were going to go even. But one thing you were sure of, is that you do love Lilia. And that if he reciprocated even a little— “I want your heart.” Your fingers curled tightly into his shirt, the button closest to his heart in the center of your palm—and it dug into your skin.

“I don’t need to meet anyone else. I don’t want to meet anyone else..! I just want you. In my life. For the rest of my life.” Your cheeks flushed at your confession but there was no going back now—you could only hope that the price of your honesty was his own.

“I don’t want you to lose anyone if you stay by my side.” His voice is shaky now. Unlike the self-assured Lilia you had always known.

“Then we’ll just have to figure out how to travel between worlds… or communicate—I don’t know.” You cried out. Between the two of you, it had always been Lilia with the answers. “Just don’t—make me choose one or the other… Let me choose both. If you don’t want me to lose anyone—then help me talk to them—but not at the cost of losing you! I want to spend all my time with you—!” Your voice pitched as Lilia dragged you down into his lap, fingers curled around the hand on his heart.

“… I’ve always thought I would be satisfied with just a little more time.” He murmured, breath brushed against the slope of your neck. “… but you want to spend all of it on this old man… are you sure…?”

“There’s no one else.”

“An immortal’s love is nothing compared to the one shared between humans.”

“Immortal or mortal—what matters is that it’s you and me.” You said stubbornly and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Malleus was right… there were still so many things he could learn from you… Learn to love about you.

And to a man who thought there was never enough time—ultimately, who was he to refuse?

Immortal or mortal, the undeniable truth was that Lilia was still just a man who wanted to love you without regrets. Without thinking of you as a what if.

“… When I’m promised something so dazzling, how can I refuse?” He pulled away and he gave you a sweet smile—red eyes glimmered with so much love. “If this is the love you’ve chosen to bestow upon me, then it is only right that I return it in full.” His face drew closer, his exhale wafted across your face.

“You have my heart then, my dear. You’ve had it since you first dazzled me. And I’m sure you will continue to do so… for the centuries to come.”

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