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Phantom sitting in Swiss’ room, hugging his belongings and smelling them, preserving them with Quintessence so his scent will never fade.
They don’t say anything, their face is blank from grief and never-ending overstimulation from it all.
Just mourning by living in all the memories of their mate.
Phantom blinked open heavy eyes, feeling so safe and cosy as the plush surroundings of the nest enveloped them. It wasn’t as warm as it was when they fell asleep though, and they pouted and patted around the nest for their mate.
Swiss low chuckle came to her ears and they sighed softly at the sound.
“I’m here, Lovebug. By the fire.” His voice said, as smooth and deep as an aged spirit.
They stretched out and cleared their eyes, purring softly as their eyes focused on him.
“Good sleep?” He asked.
Phantom nodded as they stood, grabbing a fur and bringing it over with them, “Very good.”
Swiss simply sat and admired them; their body draped in the fur like they were the subject of a painting, their face lit by the fire, and their eyes softly glowing in the dim.
“You’re as gorgeous at the night sky, my soul.”
Phantom giggled as they curled up on his lap. “Poetic tonight, are we?”
“My apologies. What I meant to say was you’re hot as shit, and that body is absolutely banging.”
Phantom laughed again, poking Swiss in the ribs before settling.
“I want to stay here forever.” They said, nuzzling at his scent gland, coating themself in that beautiful scent of cinnamon and burnt liquor.
“Then we will, Plum. We’ll never leave.” He whispered softly, kissing their forehead.
Phantom listened to his heartbeat, simply basking in the moment and doing everything they could to freeze time right there…
Though, inevitably, they failed. And when they woke up, Swiss wouldn’t be there. What was there though, was the aching pit of grief his death had left Phantom with.
Most nights, Phantom visited that dream – one last peaceful moment before they left for tour. And every night that dream came about, they could only think one thing… They both truly, should’ve never left that cabin. If they stayed, maybe Swiss would still be here with them and they’d know how to go on…
Phantom who mourns Swiss in the old way, face paints and praying every day for his soul.
They can’t move on from that initial mourning period and wear the paints so much that they forget what they looked like without them.
Touching them up is such an engrained part of their routine that they’re baffled when the rest of the pack stop and move onto healing instead of grieving.
They get stuck in time, that one moment when they found him dead and can’t move on…
Phanter lore is evolving with Swiss getting deaded and now Frater in critical condition… I’m having fun :)
Can we have some fluffy swisstom headcannons since we are all crying now:3
Best I can do is hurt/comfort :)
Phantom feels Swiss’ presence on stage. They give their all performing, despite their crippling grief, because they can feel him right there, his spirit so close it feels as if they could they would grab hold of it from the other side of the divide and bring it back…
