An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
title: from me, the moon
warning(s): past character death, grief, general Sad
chapter(s): 1/1
relationship: mumbo/grian
summary:
And now here Grian is, standing at his side, hand held in his. They stare at the candles before them, and Grian squeezes his hand.
“Do… do you think he knows?” Mumbo finds himself quietly asking, eyes glued to the dancing flame of the candles. “How much I love him?”
From the corner of his eye, he sees the way Grian’s expression melts into that of soft sympathy, of love. The skin of his forehead softens, flattens out. His lips tilt low in a light looking frown. And his eyes, so dark and full of life, appear molten and melted as he stares. There’s a fire in his stare, one Mumbo dearly loves. He takes a step closer to Mumbo, moving to wrap his arms around him. “There’s not a doubt in my mind,” he answers, voice so soft and full of confidence as he speaks. “He’s always known.”
or, five (5) times the moon mourned the sun, and the one (1) time he loved him (again).
read on ao3 here!
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my piece for @grumboweek’s day 4 prompt: past & present/sun & moon!
we all saw this one coming, right? right? I couldn’t not write something solar eclipse related for this day 😳 it was really fun getting a chance to dive back into this very beloved au of mine <3 I made myself cry a bunch, whoopsies
anyways! happy grumbo week and solar eclipse revisit <3
