Captain's Arc — Canon Line
"I care for you, I'll always care for you." The words he loved hearing, Persian was just to die for. He was so pretty and he made Flynt feel happy. Holding his hand while almost dancing under the water, watching the beauty that passed alongside them, the world felt at peace.
Pressing their masks together, "I'll put it in your hands for you to take. I'll grip you even tighter every day." Persian always had his way with words. It grounded Flynt, allowing him to smile from under his mask. He wouldn't be let go from Persian. Never again would someone leave him. Staying under the stars, hours later, it was dark out, it was peaceful.
"Flynt? Sweetheart?" Persian looked over to the other boy. Flynt was relaxed, he was calmed, watching how the clouds moved, sometimes parting to make room for the stars.
"Yeah, Pers?" He didn't look at Persian, he kept his gaze up at the sky. Persian brought his hand over to Flynt, clasping their hands together.
"You'll never leave me, right?" His voice, Persian's voice. It sounded sad. It caused Flynt to look over, looking into the eyes of Persian's own mask. Flynt got up and pulled Persian up, pulling him into a hug.
"Why would I ever leave you? I care so much about you." And those words were true. They always were true.
Flynt had his hands on Persian's back, but now everything was feeling like sand. His vision blurred. His heart started to beat. Everything was fine just a moment ago. Why was everything not fine? Why did everything hurt?
He looked up. He tried to understand his surroundings. He couldn't he couldn't see. It was like all the sand had filled his one good eye. He tore off his mask, he tried to at least. It wasn't working, his mask wouldn't come off. "Stop it. You're going to hurt yourself." Flynt zeroed in on the voice.
"Persian!?" He let his gaze fall back down to his hands. The sand in his mask was gone, he could barely see much, but he knew where his hands where. Flynt felt numb, he could feel throbbing pains coursing throughout his entire body. Everything hurt, his head was too heavy and he felt like he would pass out at this point.
"Flynt." Persian said now.
"I'm okay." At least that's what he thought. He had thought that everything had gone fine, he had thought that the entire time, and yet? No. It hadn't gone well. The night had faded so quickly, something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
"Focus, Flynt." That didn't sound like his name anymore, his name had to be something different. Something else. It never made sense. Somewhere, some other world, he was fine. He started to sit up from where he lay.
A hand was put onto his mask, pushed him back down into the sand. No. It wasn't sand, it was rock. They were on a rocky area. Fuck. Everything was red, above him stood Persian, Persian's hand was on his mask, pushing him down.
"Pers—"
"No! Shut up!" Flynt did. He shut up.
"You know how fucking annoying you are? Every single word that falls out of your mouth is so painful to hear."
Persian didn't love him. He knew it from the start, it had always been like that. He had known it, why hadn't she listened to herself? He kept believing everybody. And he was let down once more.
Persian never loved him, he never would and Flynt would have to deal with that. Maybe he could try exploring again a dating. Or maybe he could just not try altogether. Focus on his pirating, and let it take over his body so much that he couldn't tell what was real or what wasn't real anymore. Just like before. He could instead allow his job to give him the love and care he wanted.
"Get out of your damn head, Flynt!" And just as easily as he fell, he was pulled back out into the world.
"I can't believe it actually worked. You willingly went with me to Eden. You are so fucking stupid." Persian.. Persian had a spear. Where had he gotten that from?
Why hadn't Flynt seen it? He had gotten manipulated. Used. Everything he knew was a lie.
Shit. Flynt was going to die. He couldn't die here! He needed to fight. He needed to get out of this. He wouldn't let himself die. He had a life! He had things to do, he wanted to live! He wanted to go swimming again, he wanted to meet new people! He didn't want to die! He wanted to hug someone. One last time.
"Oh sweetheart, you know I love you, right?" The words snapped Flynt back again, he focused in on Persian from below. He could see the under half of his face clearly, the smile.. He.. He hated it now. But now Flynt didn't know anymore. It didn't seem right. It never seemed right. It wasn't right.
Persian stood straight. "I your death shall be glory, cherished to me. It allowed me to learn more. And I thank you deeply for that."
He stabbed the spear through Flynt's chest, "I love you, sweetheart." Persian finally said. He moved down, removing his own mask, pressing a kiss to Flynt's mask.
That was their first kiss. Their first and last.
Persian got up, looking at the dark dragons above, and moved out of the way. And on the dark dragon's natural path, spotted Flynt. The beautiful blue turning red, clicking, then charging down, making the final kill on Flynt.
Persian watched, his mask had been fully removed. Tossed aside. He walked, towards Flynt's dead body. Picked up his mask that no longer had a glowing eye, showing Flynt was alive. It was darkened. Flynt was gone.
He put on the mask. Picked up the spear, then began to walk away, wearing the mask of the person he had just tricked. Flynt should have seen it. He really should have. Persian was never a good person. He never was.
