(I wasn't gonna post this yet.. because this is in the future of the relic sentinel and nowhere near time to happen. But Kristian's mun wanted me to post it. This is the day before Kristian passes away due to his cancer, and Kevin is reminiscing. Dark thoughts ahead, so don't read if you don't wanna be sad.)
Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVf2EeTMNJo
It was dark in the room, and Kristian was lying partially on his chest. He could still hear the running of water from Aleksander in the shower, and his mind swirled with thoughts. Kristian’s breathing was shallow and soft, and he knew just by that and how still he was that he had to be asleep. He held the small Finn and ran his hand softly over his back. He was like a skeleton now, with skin stretched over the bones to make it decent.
As he felt along the small ranger’s spine, he thought back to how he had been when they first met. Healthy wasn’t really the word for it… but he didn’t look like this. He’d been so confident, so fiery. He could have clearly held his own in a fight… but now? Now Kevin knew that wasn’t the case. The lightest touch could bruise him, and despite his willingness to eat, his body was quickly wasting away. He knew it was the cancer, and he had known it was going to happen, but that didn’t stop the pain. He wished he could help, and that he could just take all of the sickness away… take it on himself if he had to; anything to see this wonderful man continue to live.
He glanced down at the form by his side, shrouded in shadows by the dark room. There was just enough light peeping out from the bathroom to cast sharp highlights over the course ridges that littered Kristian’s frame now. His ribs stuck out in an ungodly fashion, as well as his hips and well… all of his bones really. His face didn’t even have the same wholesome look to it anymore… it was as if Kristian had gone and all that was left was the disease and his memories.
Kevin was suddenly glad that the Finnish ranger was asleep, as tears began to pour down his face. It would never do for Kristian to see him cry over his health. That didn’t stop his emotions now though. He was losing a second loved one to the incurable plague, and he knew it. He couldn’t stop it from happening… it was just a painful waiting game. Get in as many good memories as you can now because soon he’s going to be gone. He didn’t know if he could bear to lose another.
Ilta had become a part of him, and he needed him, it felt, just to live. Without Kristian… life would be empty. Sure, he’d have Aleksander… but it wasn’t the same. Kristian was his heartbeat. He was his soul. He didn’t want to lose another part of himself to death. He’d already lost everything else. It wasn’t fair… it never was. For all he knew… their next drift could be their last one.
With that he clutched the small Finn to him, and stroked his free hand through the mess of his hair, soft as always, but tangled. He swore he’d take a brush to those strands whether Ilta liked it or not. Kevin smiled then. Sick or no… for now he had him. His little fireball…