𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝐴𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ
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Flins x Long dead God
Summary: There is a strange soul at the Final Night Cementery. They speak with riddles and rhymes that were long swallowed and eaten by time. Such soul just so happens to be very captivating to Flins, to say the least.
No warnings for today, yipee, fluff and only fluff
Wc: 1.7k~
Ever since Flins started living at the Final Night Cemetery, you had always been there. Resting at a tomb, with a serene yet haunting look on your face. If Flins were to admit it, you were truly one of the most captivating souls out of the whole graveyard.
You always spoke out loud. Sometimes he was present, sometimes he wasn’t. You didn't seem to care much anyway. Always speaking your truth, even when there was no follower to listen. Often times, you spoke in riddles, telling old stories that made Flins doubt if you were something else than a wandering soul, or just... a lunatic.
Just then, you changed topics to talk about the weather. A classic.
As far as Flins could tell, you were... unusual. In other words, weird. Well, Flins couldn’t be bothered to be annoyed or judge you for it. After all, his true nature wasn’t exactly human.
Sometimes he wondered if you knew his true identity. Your eyes seemed to pierce close when he did something out of the blue. You stared for a few seconds, then turned your head away when something was more worthy of your attention that the Fae standing infront.
And much to Flins judgement, you were also very... pretty. Gorgeous even. Flins had watched centuries of years pass by. Different monarchs lead and pass away, and on. Yet your beauty compared to none of those.
You wore your head high at him.
Eyes as pale as the morning sunlight, usual in the dead, but specifically beautiful on you. Smooth clothes made out of long, flowy, maybe fancy fabric.
"Is is silk?" He asked you once, with a curious smile.
"... I don't seem to recall. Silk didn't exist back then, i'm pretty sure."
Your hair looked well-taken care of before you passed away. Intrique patterns resting in all the right places as the rest of it followed the lead of the wind.
When Flins first found you, you were resting on your own tomb, leaning against the cold stone as you sat cross-legged. The tomb behind you had its name scraped off, worn out with time and lack of care.
He asked you your name. You responded with a cold smile. Not because it was rude, it just looked like your usual expression. Then, you spoke. Your voice carried a serene tone, comfortable enough for him to melt on the spot. Your voice seemed to echo over the place, even if you tone was low.
"... It's been a while since there's been a caretaker. You don't seem scared, i will assume you are the owner until proven otherwise." Your smile grew as you stated, and something inside Flins began to search its way to you.
... Yeah, Flins had a bit of a crush on you.
Though, if anyone were to ask, he would merely call you captivating. Make a reference or two about your weird speech manners, and move on with the conversation just to make sure the person he had spoken to, didn't catch the red glint on his ears.
You spoke to him. Often. There was some sort of devotion in your tone, he couldn’t tell exactly. You had confessed various times to wanting to help him. Have a better form than being.. a ghost. A mere and pathetic whisper of your real form.
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞
When Flins went fishing at the side of the beach, you often sat next to him. Your legs pulled coosely by your chest as you watched Flins try to catch a fish and fail. Multiple times.
"... When i was alive, my followers used to adore the fishing industry. They tended to me with them. They brought them for dinner, lunch... never for breakfast."
He let out a laugh. A deep sounding laugh with a quiet tone, so it wouldn't startle the fish.
"My Lord," oh right, you called him that. "Is fish your... favorite dish?"
He thought around for a few seconds. Well it wasn't his favorite, but it was the one he liked the most... atleast.
He nodded alongside a murmur. You didn't seem to catch what he said anyway, and only stared ahead, at the sea.
"...That is pathetic." You stated again, as if it was the absolute truth.
"What?" Flins stared at you for a few seconds, maybe out of embarassement or confusion. But his look was cut off as the fishing rod finally caught onto something.
Flins pulled it out after a minute of struggling with it, it wasn't a regular sized fish, like the ones he usually caught, no, this time, the size was properly big. And Flins seemed quite content.
"Why do you think it's pathetic?" Flins asked properly, now looking with a gentle gaze over your face, where your eyelashes fluttered with the wind, and your eyes got lost in the sea.
"Back when i was alive, i didn't have to capture anything myself. Catching fish is just... a waste of time! Though, i do kind of miss the little humans."
Your eyes shut down for a couple of seconds as you sighed, seemingly recalling some memory from the old past.
"I believe that... humans often obtain the joy of eating a meal, by making the meal themselves." Flins tried to reason back to you, yet it seemed to fall on deaf ears.
"... Anyways. And how do you season this "fish"? What is it called?"
Even if you didn't mean to, or rather, didn't comprehend you did, you could be very curious about human life. Though, he wasn’t the best example of it.
Sometimes he caught you wandering at the beach, staring into the long sea ahead, and sometimes talking to another souls. Though the last was anything but common.
⭑𓂃
Flins slowly lowered himself beside you on the beach, you remained cross legged, staring at nothing in particular.
"The simple vast and emptiness of this place is... overwhelming. In a good way, of course." You muttered slowly, tasting each word on your tongue before deciding it was proper and and well-mannered, "what are you up to today, My Lord?" Oh that damned nickname again.
"Nothing much today, just... helping around with Lightkeeper's stuff. Today i helped Captain Illuga, the Wild Hunt has been rather persistent lately."
"Is that so?... Help yourself then, you should quit. Or better yet, let the rest do the work." As selfish as the words could seem; Flinx knew you meant well. Oftentimes, you told other souls to just suck it up. In comparison, this was.. better, atleast.
Flins uttered a low laugh, amused by your words. "Can't," he replied, "I've been working for very long; pays well. Besides, i have a... debt to sail." Yes, a debt sounded like a nice way to put it.
"A debt?" You replied back, "Huh... don't have many of those. I hope you can get rid of it soon," "Thank you."
Out of nowhere, you seemed to scoot closer to him, closer than you already were. A ghost's movmente never made any noise, nor had any warmth, if you weren't watching them, a ghost could perfectly puff away without notice. Your ghostly fingers hovered over his,. It was electrifying, overwhelming. It felt like nothing yet all at once.
Your fingers passed through his without a thought. Un-tangent and ghost like.
".. Krylyll," You muttered his name, and this time, finally turned to him. Your pale eyes ghosted over his, and Flins, for a second, thought he might just poof to dust. "Yes?" He responded, trying to speak as controlled and composed as he could (he couldn't.)
"... After all this time," you continued, voice muffled against the sea waves ahead. You looked away, then looked back with slight shame, "...i confess. You might be my favorite mortal."
Flins paused at your words, and his pale cheeks seemed to dust faintly of pink. Your shoulder swayed slightly as you spoke, and your hair followed along. You tilted your head into a sweet pose, and that's when Flins realized.
... Were you trying to flirt?
Flins called you out by your name, and you stopped dead on your tracks. Caught. Your pupils seemed to fail you, you scooted away from Flins, and a light, imposible blush seemed to dust your face.
Oh for Celestia's sake... Flins hadn't seen you blush until now, and as he currently did, he considered himself unworthy of such sight. Your blush was overwhelming yet light. Puffing your face and neck with a gentle red.
Flins uttered a laugh, slow, low and precious. "Mhm," he hummed, scooting closer, "Don't be so shy now." His hand stopped right beside yours, you didn't felt anything on your hand, but the coldness emanating from his hand was evident.
"I have to admit myself," he started. "You are also my... favorite, among the death. Captivating, if i must say." Your body seemed to lean backwards, avoiding his. Maybe out of shame, or embarassement, either way, Flins thought you looked absolutely adorable.
"... Back in the day, i used to receive compliments. Vague and empty ones, only to receive my blessings. But tell me, Krylyll, why do your words feel so...full?"
Flins' lips curled upwards into a smile, then a small sound came straight from his chest. A warm, deep laugh, it made you want to puff on the spot.
"Don't laugh.." you whined.
"Mhm..." he let out a low hum as he thought. He brought two fingers of his to press against his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut in such a caring, careful way. He pulled away from them, his body inched closer to yours as he brought the fingers to your ghostly face. If he wasn’t careful, they could've passed the surface of your skin, but he was. His fingers pressed exactly on your rosy cheek. You let put a sigh, and stopped leaning away.
"I wish. Sometimes i wish, My Lord, that i didn't have this body. I wish i could do more things with you."
He let out another hum, pretending to think. "I don't quite agree," "Why?"
Flins remained silent before speaking again, tasting each word on his mouth to make sure it was proper and didn't hurt you.
"Because, dear," he replied. "I met you in this form. If i didn't meet you like this, then, when could have i met you? Besides.."
His hand pretended to cup your cheek, without passing the skin, your smile grew a bit into something warm and uncommon.
".. I believe you are simply divine like this. Beautiful amongst death."
