Oh I forgot to add a prompt Hang on Clightdraki (if you want to) prompt: sword fights + fireworks at the same time
Ok so I split this in two, because I couldn’t get the romance going I wanted in one sitting so you got a two-for!
I hope this is good I haven’t wrote for SCP in so long!
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Sword Fights.
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Bright knew they could be good together, it was one thing he was sure of, other than hating his own existence. He knew they could make a good team, perhaps it’s how his infatuation started in the first place.
Watching Clef and Kondraki fuss and storm about, the insults flying, teeth gnashing and fists clenched.
“Your stupid fucking ukelele isn’t good music, shouldn’t even be called music.”
“We can’t all get off to the sound of a fiddle.” Clef fired back indignantly.
Kondraki rubbed his temples, anger curling his brows together. Bright had watched the chaos unfold, and then peeter out and die. When silence overtook them once again, Kondraki began penning out his thoughts in an old tattered journal, Clef kept peacefully playing.
“We should go see a show.” Bright interjected. Causing Clef to hit a bad note and Kondraki to splutter.
“A show? Good luck-“ Kondraki started, only to be interrupted by Clef.
“What kind of show?” He offered, the first one to jump on the bandwagon, earning a glare from Kondraki who tossed the book down at his own feet like garbage, and a thankful, hope filled smile from Bright.
“Like we can even go! You see all the shit we have to do?” Kondraki hissed vehemently.
Bright held up the poster and silenced both of them before they could start their squabbling again.
“Fencing?” Kondraki spoke curiously, taking it in his well worn hands and admonishing it with careful gaze. Clef peered over his shoulder, and for once, Kondraki didn’t shove him away.
“Sword fights?” Clef huffed, so close to his ear, Kondraki could feel his breath, he shuddered, hoping it went unnoticed. Clef noticed, he noticed a lot of things, he noticed the flush on Brights cheeks, the way Kondraki grit his teeth when he was holding his temper. The way Nikolai’s face scrunched in concentration, leaving a curled bump above his nose. How Zagreus groaned when he was tired, and stretched his thin limbs. How Dirk popped his lips and hummed when he was bored.
How Kondraki was flustered.
“Alright.” Kondraki conceded, acting as if it were a hard thing to do, easily seen through, but kept like a glass wall, to protect his pride. “Fine. I’m in.”
Clef let a grin split his face. “As am I.” He was swatted away finally, as expected.
Bright, cheered internally at his success. But left in his thoughts was the nagging wondering. Why did he care so much about making them happy, and why? Did it make his gut twist seeing them both so close?
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Fireworks
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Sitting atop the hillside overlooking the vast sky, Clef, Kondraki, and Bright, the most unlikely three. Laid against eachother, shoulder to shoulder.
Bright looked up at the stern face of Kondraki as he watched the fireworks explode off in the distance, showering the Earth below in sparks of yellows and reds, playing the colors on his face, and lighting him in an unearthly glow, his face was twisted into a calm expression, his hand laid on Clefs back on the other side of him, stroking small circles as the other man kicked his feet aside the hill.
When the deafening roar of the firework cleared, Bright could hear Kondraki humming, a soft old tune like he tended to listen to. Comforting and solid enough to cement Bright into the moment. They had come a long way, and would go further, but for now, there were fireworks. There was calm, there was home.
Clef spoke up, it was drowned out by the next firework that made Bright jump, and Kondraki grabbed onto him to stop him falling. He chuckled softly when Bright managed to look apologetic.
“What did you say, Alto?” Bright spoke. His hand moving past Kondraki to press insistently against Clefts right thigh.
“I said, I love you two.” Cleft grinned cheekily.
Bright sighed. “I love you...both, too.” He spoke.
Kondraki cleared his throat before speaking in a hushed tone, “I guess I love you both, too.”
Bright laughed, and for the first time, Bright wanted hills, wanted grass, wanted the sky and the fireworks, and Clef and Kondraki.
He wanted to live.