Deceit kisses them like he's dying, like it's the last thing he'd ever do, the only thing worth doing for the rest of his life. He clings to them like they'll disappear when he lets go, hands gripping at their shirt, their hair, their shoulders, anything to keep them here, to keep Deceit here, where he wants to stay until he breathes his last breath.
"Please," he whimpers against their lips, a muffled sob wracking his body, "please, don't do this to me, I can't- don't leave me, please, don't make me wak-"
"It's time to wake up, De." They whisper to his horror, cupping his cheek.
He sat up in bed, eyes wide as he gripped the sheets.
"No- no!" He hissed, drawing his knees up to his chest and fisting his hands in his hair. "No..."
Why couldn't he just stay asleep?
Asleep, where his love was returned and he could kiss them until he was out of breath abd his lips turned blue. Asleep, where he didn't have to worry about them not even liking him, let alone loving him, because of who and what he was.
He knew that here, in real life, he was hated, and he was so, so tired.
He just wanted to stay asleep.
