#siebren d.

[amadaans]

he's brought siebren a gift for this valentine's day ; a rare one where fortune and scheduling has aligned and they are together. it's a small, round token, dime-sized and made of opaque glass encircled in steel. when placed over a light source, it projects the night sky as it was the first night they met.

@tekharthaed

siebren loves it. the night is meant to be romantic and full of love. all he manages to do is spend an hour admiring the glass, looking at the projected stars. he points out his favorites, draws line in the air of the constellations. he's excited and loving every moment of it. it's something he will keep in his pocket for years to come.

he nearly forgets to give mondatta his present, in all of his excitement. it's a ring, with their initials carved into the inside of it. siebren has a matching one. it comes with a chain, if mondatta would prefer to wear it as a necklace. he can wear it however he likes, keep it in his pocket, hide it somewhere unseen from prying eyes. siebren knows it will be cherished one way or another.

[amadaans]

❝ was this what i asked for? ❞ / rosie to sigma

dreamcore + weirdcore / @sorrowsick

was it not? he looks down, rather confused about what's in his hands. he had been sent to grab a specific book, a dusty old thing from a high corner of the library. it took him a few minutes to actually reach it, but he got it nonetheless.

except the book in his hand isn't on deities like rosie had asked of him, but instead an old text on winemaking in ancient greece. there's a frown on his lips, frustrated at himself for getting the wrong thing. he had been so sure he had the correct text in hand and now she's going to make him all the more a fool.

before she can say anything else, he spins on his heel and goes to retrieve the correct volume she desires.

[amadaans]

what color was their childhood bedroom? do they collect anything? how do they take their coffee/tea? what are they like when they're sick? / for siebren :3c

headcanon meme / @tekharthaed

what color was their childhood bedroom? it was a nice, deep blue that was almost black. it looked like the night sky. he had one of those star map things, that projects the stars on the ceiling and walls and stuff. so he wanted a color that would simulate being outside when he couldn't.

do they collect anything? he really enjoys books, especially non-fiction informational ones. could be about anything, even if it doesn't necessarily interest him on a personal level. he just enjoys learning about things.

how do they take their coffee/tea? he drinks his coffee with one sugar and a dash of milk. his tea is one sugar as well, but otherwise as is.

what are they like when they're sick? siebren rarely gets sick, by some miracle. the man's had a cold maybe three times in his life. but when he is sick, he's absolutely miserable but tries not to let it show. he just powers through it, takes some vitamins and medication, and gets on with his work the best he can. science doesn't wait!

[amadaans]

" when you kiss me i am happy enough to die. " / for siebren ofc

f+tm, lungs / @tekharthaed

fingers trace the smoothness of mondatta's face, aging digits allowing the cool of the metal to seep into them. as forehead comes to rest against the omnic's, fingers continue their journey along the contours of mondatta's' body, slow and steady, not daring to miss an inch.

siebren shifts away only slightly, just enough to begin peppering kisses across the other's face, each press of lips slow and languid, deliberate in his movements. the metal is cold against his warm lips, a contrast that will always remain, but one he will always enjoy. mondatta may be cold to the touch, but the warmth within him could heat the world.

the man says nothing in response to mondatta, simply continues with his touches, with his kisses. they'll be here, just like this, for the rest of the night.

[amadaans]

@moribundr

should siebren be there when sombra's working, when there's something a bit secret going on? probably not, but he's feeling a bit overwhelmed with his mind, unable to get it to quiet. sombra tends to help, chatters to him and takes his mind off, well, his mind. it's nice, comforting in a way he doesn't think he'll be able to explain, certainly not to reaper.

still, he seems to remember the man behind the mask today. wonders what happened that led him to this point. it's why he questions it, but it's gone the moment reaper speaks, the moment siebren realizes he shouldn't be here. he makes no move to leave, though.

"are we playing a game?" he glances to sombra, who's now busy working, and looks back to the masked man. he doesn't remember doing as such, but perhaps they has been earlier. "do you want to join us?" he gestures to an empty chair, as he's floating in the air.

[amadaans]

"death is just a change, not an end." / for siebren

pretentious and poetic / @tekharthaed

siebren's never really been afraid of dying. he'll remain one with the universe, just in a different way. that's how he's always seen it. death is inevitable, death comes for everyone. but as he grows older, as his time ticks near, he finds himself afraid. not of dying, but of leaving mondatta alone. of leaving behind what he wish he could have forever. it isn't fair that siebren must grow old and weak and mondatta remains without him, alone and cold in the world.

still, siebren offers a smile. it doesn't quite reach his eyes, but it's there nonetheless. because he doesn't wish mondatta to see the fear, the heartbreak within. he doesn't want his husband to worry about him, not when there's already so much to worry about. siebren's mind is going downhill, in a much more natural way now. his body is protesting more and more every day. there are some days he can barely walk without assistance now, but they manage. they get through the days.

being scared of death cannot be one of the worries throughout the day. "one with the stars once more."

[amadaans]

i'm real. touch my hands. i'm right here. / tee fucking hee.

you came back for me / @tekharthaed

he can't breathe. every gasp feels like inhaling cement, every exhale like it hardened in his throat. eyes wide, he stares. he stares at mondatta, the invisible wall past him, at the dark around them, at nothing at all. all he can see with his bright eyes is the nightmare still running through his mind, over and over again.

he sits on the sofa, idly watching television with sombra. he talks about the handsome omnic on the screen, talks as if they are old lovers, as if they are strangers in the dark, as if, as if— a shot rings out on the screen, the omnic falls backward. it's in slow motion, and he feels as if the bullet came through the screen and into his chest. everything goes dark, and sobs begin rack through him.

he can't breathe, and sombra's surprisingly cool hands are on him. he's drowning, he's suffocating, but cold hands are on him. they're cold hands, they're—

siebren is finally able to get a gasp in, eyes finally focusing on what's in front of him. "you d-died," he stutters out. he saw him die. he saw mondatta die on television, saw him die in his mind just now. "he isn't real, mondatta can't be real," he says aloud, mind trying to piece everything together.

mondatta's voice rings out, quiet but steady. something about hands, and the cold ones on his face drop to his own hands, the chill radiating through him. he looks at every millimeter of those hands, those all too familiar hands. it takes an hour, but the broken bits of his mind haphazardly come together, able to comprehend what happened.

a nightmare of a memory, relived. his universe, intact. "you're real," he confirms.

[amadaans]

[text] –– he’s dressed as me and he thinks it’s funny. / mondatta texting siebren abt zenyatta real

random tfln part 03 / @tekharthaed

mondatta ⤷ i hate to break it to you, my love... mondatta ⤷ it is rather hysterical! mondatta ⤷ he sent me a video and he does a marvelous impression of you!