Hi-- //bLUSHES - uhh, soo... eeh... i just want to request anything involving Bluhen and Herrscher.-- /// Like... comforting maybe? Lots of fluff, but Herrscher is a bit hard to finally "melt" and open up to Bluhen-- and stuff-? I think you can understand ;;; I want to draw them inspired by the text ♥ im not too creative-- but anything is good if its them ~
Itwas a beautiful summer night.
Bluhenhad decided to go out for a walk. He couldn’t sleep, and on warmnights like these, tossing and turning in his bed wasn’t going tohelp much. Maybe seeing the night sky and having the freedom to roamaround would clear his mind.
Assoon as he exited the house, a figure sitting in the distance caughthis eye. The person seemed to be sitting on the grass, near theforest. They didn’t seem to move. Long hair cascaded down their bodyand pooled around them on the ground, like a shadow emerging from theground and blossoming into a beautiful human being.
Ah,the wonders this world had to offer…
Bluhenquietly stepped closer, glancing up at the starry sky briefly. Herecognized the long hair, held up in a ponytail, the seeminglydangerous black crown giving him the fallen angel look he trulydeserved. He was alone, like always. His whole life seemed to havebeen consumed by two things; darkness and loneliness.
Andseeing him sitting there, on his own, on that warm summer night, onlyhighlighted how miserable he must’ve felt all those years.
“Herrscher…”Bluhen said quietly, approaching the figure and sitting next to him.Herrscher’s gaze didn’t leave the patch of grass in front of him, butthe way his breathing seemed to alter, even if it was only for asecond, was enough for Bluhen to know he acknowledged his presence.Something as simple as this was enough to make the angel smile.
Normally,Bluhen would do a lot of talking to try to get Herrscher to open upto him, but today wasn’t one of those days. He knew Herrscher waswhere he felt comfortable, and this time, Bluhen was the guest, notthe other way around. Tonight was different. He wouldn’t try to forcethe fallen angel to do anything. Without saying a word, he put an armaround him, resting his head on Herrscher’s shoulder. The fallenangel moved a bit but, unlike Bluhen was expecting, it wasn’t to pushhim away. Herrscher looked up at the sky and let out a sigh, andBluhen was able to catch a glimpse of his expression. His eyes werelonging as he looked up at the black mass spreading above them, thestars sparkling like tiny diamonds in the fallen angel’s eyes. Itmade him look like he was crying. Bluhen slowly turned his head andlooked at the grass again.
Hehadn’t seen him cry in years.
“Whydid you come…?” Herrscher’s voice caught the celestialoff-guard, and he turned his head back up to him. When he did so, hefound the other looking down at him. His face looked sunken andfallen, his eyes overcome with sadness. He still loved the Goddess.Bluhen knew it. But no matter how much he prayed to the goddess, shewouldn’t listen. She called him a lost cause. A good-for-nothing. ButBluhen knew Herrscher was way more than that. To him, the fallenangel was a diamond in the rough. All he needed was some love for thetrue him to come sparkling to the surface.
Foronce finding himself at a lack of words, Bluhen shrugged and lookedaway yet again. So many things he wanted to tell Herrscher, but nowwasn’t the time for any of them. He knew how much the otherappreciated the silence. And sometimes, the best way to get a messagethrough is without using words. He looked at the fallen angel’smissing arm parts and hesitantly reached for them, but changed hismind at the last second and rested it on his chest instead.
Ashe did so, tears started welling up in his eyes.
“Whyare you crying?” Herrscher asked, still watching the angel.Bluhen shook his head and sobbed, bringing his hand up to his eyesand wiping them dry. It hurt him. It hurt him to see Herrscherhurt like that. He cared about him. He held him oh so dear, but nomatter how he told him, he wouldn’t listen.
Somany things to say, but it was futile…
Herrscherwatched the sobbing boy for a bit longer, then turned his body andput his arms around Bluhen’s. The sobbing immediately stopped asBluhen opened his eyes wider. Although the fallen angel’s body wascold, his embrace was sincere and comforting. It was the opposite ofwhat he would’ve expected.
Findinghimself in this situation, all Bluhen could do was hold onto the boyand cry, letting all the bottled up worries, sorrow and pain out inthe shape of tears that would soon dry up and disappear.
Butnobody can stay strong forever. As Bluhen cried, Herrscher hung hishead and quietly rested it on top of the angel’s. How hadn’t herealized this earlier…? All those attempts he had made to talk tohim, in vain… He wasn’t only hurting himself. He was hurting thosewho had tried to help him, too. Tears grew in the fallen angel’s eyesand he held Bluhen closer, trying to stay stronger for just a bitlonger, but finding he wasn’t strong enough anymore. Not after seeinghow devastated the one person who still seemed to care about him was.
“I’msorry…” He whispered, choking back a sob before breaking outinto tears. Bluhen shook his head and held onto him, not wanting himto ever let go again. He wanted to tell him that it was all going tobe okay, but gotten to this point, even he was uncertain. So he justheld onto the boy for dear life and enjoyed the attention he had beenbegging for for so long. He was glad. Glad that Herrscher couldstill feel. He hadn’t lost the battle to Henir completely yet. Therewas still hope.
“P-Please…”Bluhen sobbed and, although it was just a simple word, both of themunderstood the various implications. It wasn’t too late yet. Bluhen’scries for attention would no longer be ignored. He could become abetter individual again. Gain Ishmael’s approval. Bluhen knew hecould. Despite the fact that Herrscher’s hope was long gone, Bluhenwas still there for him, believing.
‘Iknow you can do it, Herrscher!’
‘Justtake my hand!’
‘Let’sgo outside together, Apos!’
'I’llalways be here for you!’
Thefallen angel only cried harder at all the memories overcoming him.All the times he had blocked him out, they came back to him like atrain at full-speed. It hurt. It hurt so much. He held Bluhenclose to his chest, wanting the angel to get the comfort and love hehad deserved all along and that was long overdue.
“Pleasehelp me, Bluhen…”
Bluhennodded and held onto Herrscher’s clothes, still sobbing as he buriedhis face in his chest.
Finally…
“I’lldo anything for you…”
(Aaaa- It’s such an honor to get an ask from you, Endflow! All of the mods on this blog are honored! I hope you like the text I wrote and that it helps with your drawing! Thank you so much! OwO
-Mod Lusa)
