Remember
(Posted on the Bwiz Salad) Old Man Willakers was immortal and he very clearly remembered everything. (Sad! Deadakers) [In this AU, Deadbones is human, because fuck trying to make it fit in lore.] He remembered when he met Deadbones for the first time. He, a high-ranking Dwarf, and Deadbones, just another soldier. He remembered snapping, "Jimmy! Fetch me some juice!", and Deadbones replying, "You have two legs!", and laughing hysterically at his own joke. As punishment, he recalled, he had Deadbones scrub all of the walls surrounding the keep, and re-mortar them. Instead of doing exactly that, Deadbones dyed the mortar blue. And so the blue walls of Eirébōr were born. He remembers the first time he had asked Deadbones out on a date. How Deadbones had looked shocked at the idea of his surly commander wanting him. He remembered Deadbones' huge grin, and his sarcastic remark, "You bring the juice, sweetheart." He remembered the first time that Deadbones and him had kissed. How Deadbones had tasted of chocolate and ale, and how he had kissed him like nothing else mattered. He remembered pressing Deadbones against a wall and pressing harsh kisses to his jawline, and sucking lightly on his neck. He remembered how Deadbones had moaned and eagerly kissed him. He remembered the first time that Deadbones had told him that he loved him. How he had murmured, "I love you, Bruce.", softly into his ear, and had stared at him with a look of such adoration that he had felt like fainting. He remembered saying, "I love you too, Deadbones, so fucking much.", and kissing him deeply, wondering why he was so lucky to have Deadbones in his life. He remembered their first fight, how petty and stupid it had been, and how they had screamed and shouted at each other until their voices had gone hoarse, he was red in the face, and Deadbones had thick tear tracks on his cheeks. He remembered how he had apologized, with orchids and chocolates and a glass of juice for both of them. He remembered them kissing softly as a way to reassure the other that neither was leaving, not if they could help it. He remembered the first time they fucked, and how delightfully messy and sweet it was. He remembered how Deadbones had begged and writhed against his sheets, and how he had so quickly obliged him. He remembered how Deadbones had shrieked for him, and how he had moaned for Deadbones. He remembered the first time he proposed to Deadbones. He remembered how Deadbones had stared at his diamond ring, and mouthed, stricken by shock-fueled silence, "You aren't serious?", at a mortified Bruce. He remembered how Deadbones had started giggling, before also dropping a knee, and pulling out a diamond ring, and had said, "I was going to ask you tonight!", before kissing him deeply and whispering an "Of course, love, I'll marry you." He remembered the first time he and Deadbones had walked down an aisle, and married in front of their friends and family. How Deadbones had whispered, "I do.", so softly that Bruce almost had him repeat the words, just to make sure that Deadbones truly, truly wanted him. He remembered the first time that they had been husbands. How Deadbones had overused the word, almost any chance he could get, with a "I love you, husband.", or a "You have two legs, husband.", and how he hadn't been much better, with a, "You're an ass Deadbones.", or a "Fetch me some juice, husband." He remembered the first time that Deadbones had gotten sick, and lurched over a bush, and vomited for ages. He remembered how Deadbones' skin slowly lost it's beautiful rosy red flush, and grew pale and sickly. He remembered Deadbones growing weak and frail. He remembered the first time a healer had told Deadbones that he only had six months to live. How Bruce had sobbed and screamed at the skies. How Deadbones, instead of worrying over his own demise, had kissed Bruce lightly, and told him that, "No matter what, I love you, Bruce Willakers. I always have, and I always will. Here or there, it doesn't matter.", before kissing him again. He remembered the last time he had seen Deadbones. How calm and astute Deadbones had been. He remembered how terrified he had been, unable to picture a world without Deadbones' smile. Without his bright eyes. Without his joy. Without.. Deadbones. He remembered how Deadbones had told him, "You have two legs!", and chuckled thinly, before grabbing Bruce's hand and his eyes flitting shut for the last time. He remembered the first time he had seen Deadbones' grave. How Bruce had whispered, "I love you", over and over, and placed blue orchids over his grave, and sobbed at the skies. He remembered how his friend, Roamin, had found him, hours later, still sobbing and screaming that it wasn't fair. He remembered how Roamin had dragged him back to his house, only for Bruce to immediately return to the graveyard, unwilling to leave Deadbones alone, even in death. He remembered the first time he had tried to kill himself, nearly twenty years later, unable to handle the fact that the love of his life was dead. He had planned it simply, and had bought poison and downed it with a glass of ale. He remembered how his eyes had closed, only for them to open hours later. He remembered the first time he had tried to drown, nearly fifty years later, when he had realized his own immortality. How he had jumped off a canyon, into a sea of water, with rocks tied to his legs. He remembered waking up, confused, right back in Eirébōr. He remembered the last time he had fought against swarms of monsters. How, once he was sure that there was no saving Eirébōr and it's Dwarves, that he had just dropped to the ground and whispered "I love you, Deadbones", before throngs of zombies swarmed him.
