{♔} — Lance stared hard at the ask meme reply before shooting a look of hatred over his shoulder at his mun whom of which was shooing him off to do what was promised. How distasteful to kiss a stranger. Knowing that there was no way of getting out of what he was willed to do, the demon closed the distance between himself and the one called Aki Nakahara. What a pretty little thing. Giving the boy a brightly lit smile, Lance dipped down and pressed his lips on tightly to the male’s own before there was such a chance to protest. Upon pulling away, the demon simple chuckled darkly and gave Aki a wink before strolling back to where he was lounging previously.
Death: I’ll write our character’s mourning over each other.
When he was seven, he said that he had wanted to be the sky. He wanted to be the sky because then he would always be there. Silently watching over the people he loved and if they were ever in danger, he could have come and swept down to save them from any troubles that they might have had. He could protect them. He couldn't remember why he had said it. He just knew he had. But when he was seven, his mother had told him that the sky was a home for all the angels in the world. When he was seven, she told him that when people died that they all became angels. During the day, she said, you could never see them because they were flying to go and protect the people they loved. Just like how he wanted to protect them. And at night, the stars were them waving and saying their hellos to the people still on Earth before they slept. They would wait for years, she said, just so they could meet with the people they loved again. And the story had ended just like that because when he was seven, he believed her.
But he was twenty-one. He knew there were no angels there. He knew the stars were stars and the sky was the sky. He wasn't supposed to believe that those stories he had heard in his childhood could be real because they weren't. He wasn't supposed to believe them. But his heart wanted to because if he didn't have even that to hang onto, what did he have left? Because he couldn't cry. He couldn't cry because no one would understand why he was. No one would understand who he was crying about because to them, he wasn't real. He was about as real as those stories got and if he let himself believe that he wasn't real, then he might have believed that he wasn't. That maybe he was just a figment of his imagination. A hoax, a lie. And he knew he wasn't. He knew it. He knew Caspian was real.
It felt like a dream. He woke up every morning, thinking that he would be there. Waking him up to go to work, insisting that he be careful and not hurt himself, ask if they could eat. But every day, he'd wake up and realize that it would never come. Every day felt like he was waking up again and again and it ... it never went away. Because every day that he spent alone in that apartment was another day that he had to wake up and realize that he wasn't there. He wasn't ever going to come back. And it hurt. It hurt knowing that Caspian had died alone. It hurt knowing that he couldn't even bury him because the minute he had picked him up that he had turned to fairy dust. It hurt knowing that no one knew who he was. It hurt that he would never be able to hold him. Never be able to make a joke. Never be able to do anything. And no amount of praying would bring him back to him. Nothing he could do would bring him back so that he could say that he loved him.
He felt something wet on his cheek.
Aiden looked up, his arms against his sides as green eyes peered through the thin canopy of trees. One drop fell after another and before he had known it, it had began to rain. And the brunette could only stand there, staring up as if the meaning of his suffering was written up in the tree branches above him. Why? Why did they have to take him away? Why did they have to take him away from him? The gods were selfish, he finally concluded. They were selfish because they created such a perfect person and wanted to take him back for themselves. They were selfish because they only lent him to him for such a short while. They were selfish because they didn't care how Aiden felt. They left him completely alone.
He didn't cry. All he could do was smile then. No, he wasn't alone. He had his family, his friends, and Caspian was up there with those selfish gods. No doubt telling them to put him back on Earth so he could be with him. But he didn't need to be. He had only been with him for a short while, but that time was long enough. He was probably up there, worried sick. Aiden lifted a hand, reaching up to grasp at the sky above him. "Are you sad?" He asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper as the storm clouds rumbled overhead. "It's going to be okay. I'll be okay." He was going to be alright so he didn't need to worry any more. "You must be crying right now, huh?" There was a small laugh. "Please don't cry."
"I want you to see me smile. I want to see you smile. You need to be happy because you're up there now. Are they treating you nicely? I hope you're not too lonely." He shut his eyes then, breathing out softly as the rain only grew stronger. "I was really sad that I never got to say good bye. But, I'm very happy that I got to meet you. To get to spend my entire life with you. I'm very thankful I got to meet you. Even if you're gone now, I think I'm one of the luckiest people in the world for getting to meet you. So please be happy." The storm thinned but did not stop, droplets raining down against the leaves with a gentle pitter patter. "We'll meet again some day." He felt warmth on his cheeks, tears leaving streaks down his skin though it was masked by the rain. He knew. Cass knew.
He remembered why he wanted to be the sky. Because when he was seven, he met Caspian. And because when he was seven, it was the first and last time he had ever fallen in love.
