Since we got TT dying in Jesters arms. Uno reverse. Jester dying in TT's arms. Feel free to pass by if you're not feeling up to it.
HELL. YES.
JESTER DYING IN TT'S ARMS:
The world is lesser now without him.
TicketTaker still cannot process it, not after he's the one to gather the firewood despite Doctor volunteering for him.
"No," the blue one said firmly, "I am more than capable of doing at least this much...."
Perhaps it was pride, a selfish need to prove himself strong when monster-kind saw him as weak and useless. Something that Jester never did. No....that wasn't true....even Jester had his flaws, despite that it almost pained Bil to admit it so. The many eyes of the circus members watched him all day. They were mirrors that reflected his stalwart movements carefully, and eerily. Bil's mind didn't allow him to linger on it or he knew he'd die. That was the way his body worked now.
It was part of the deal he'd made with Jester before his perfect lips refused to take another breath.
Dragging back another large pile of wood in a net, the blue creator made it to the pyre, his steps moving side to side as he got closer as though the earth was slowly sucking him in trying to protect his vision from the impossible sight. But again, he found his way upwards from the sinking hole of his heart, eyes glazed over as he carefully placed the wood around Jester's resting form not saying a word.
He could feel Pierrot's widened gaze, Harlequin unease, yours as well as The Doctor's concern---but what for? Surely they knew him by now?
Bil was strong.
Even if the world always test his strength in the worst possible ways.
However....the ticketer finally realizes why you all stared at him this day.
Why your watchful eyes drew to every one of his movements, winced at his words, and reached out when he turned to face away from you. Now he knew, as the fires grew so did his tears. Bil's jaw grew wide enough for his mask to fall off, claws ripping through his gloves as The Doctor's arms wrap around his smaller form. The TicketTaker, claws and bites, trying to reach his now burning god--screaming for them to stop this---can't they see Jester is in pain? Why can't they understand?! Why aren't you helping?!
It isn't until later that the rest of the circus members find all the mirrors of his tent have mysteriously cracked and TicketTaker is still clawing at the ashen ground that was once Jester's body. His gloves as dark as soot, the world is worse now, and his mind split. Harlequin takes over for awhile...perhaps permanently....
And just as The TicketTaker realizes he could not keep his last promise to Jester, he cries and screams to the sky.
"Jes, I couldn't do it!" The blue one shrieked, his neck craning painfully to the clouds above. "I couldn't keep it together!"