Imagine Asriel always seeing you as the one that got away.
You were the last person that Asriel had expected to come walking through the door out of the cold, into his laboratory. It was even more surprising that you had Lyra with you, the two most important people that had ever entered his life, together. Marissa - Lyra looked so much like her - had only been a rebound and that’s why she hated him so, because she knew, she knew that to him, you were the one that gotten away.
Your eyes still sparkled as brightly as the day that they had when you two first met, back in the days at the college when you had fallen in love. Before Asriel’s studies took him one way, and your own another.
“Asriel,” You said, and that voice brought to mind so many things. Even if it did sound older, it was definitely you. It was like the past twenty years had barely happened. It was like you were both still in the grand libraries, sitting side by side, more focused on the fact that your legs were touching rather than what you were meant to be writing. Sneaking around beneath the Professor’s noses. Making out in the broom cupboards -
It was enough to make him forget about the arguments that you had, the ones that merely started as debates and then would get increasingly personal until you were yelling at each other and your demons were on the verge of attacking. It was enough to make him forget how you had taken a different study partner in one of your shared classes and he had stewed about it for months, thinking up plans on how to hurt him, on how to make you notice him again. It was enough to make him forget how much his heart ached when someone made you smile when all it seemed like he could do was make you frown.
“Y/N....” He said, his demon perking up when it saw yours coming through the door. They regarded each other with suspicion, apprehension. Lyra was smiling at him. Lyra looked happy to see him. But when all that he could say was your name and not look away from your face, she looked up at you as well, confusion written across her features, her very mother-like features.
“Evening, Asriel,” You said, putting a comforting hand on Lyra’s shoulder. That motion, that affection that you put upon his daughter, that made him turn away. He did not care for much in this world. But that - that stung, that brought tears to his eyes. “I believe you two have a lot to talk about. I’ll be off.”
“Wait, you’re not staying?” Lyra asked.
“I told you I’d deliver you safely, but I can’t stay.”
“Please,” Asriel said, those big blue eyes boring back into yours. “At least stay for supper.”
You debated it. The familiar habit of sucking on your lower lip. “Fine. For Supper.”
Requested by: Anonymous
