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Hi I’m not dead! I just wanted to let you know that I fell out of interest with obey me and want to focus on other things. My blog will still be up with all the things I’ve written but this is my sign off, I love you and I hope you have a good day/night.
1. “We could get away, no time to even speak, nothing to say. No rain or storms above that could make us stay.” + Mammon
Song Lyric Drabble Event
Mammon stared at the House of Lamentation, watching the rain pour off it’s roof and the water collect into puddles on the ground. He gripped the suitcase harder, letting the rain make his hair stick to his forehead and clothes cling to his body. You ran up to him bags in your arms and a somber look on your face.
“Are you ready?” You whispered, becoming soaked in the tears the sky cried almost like it could predict the pain your decision was about to cause and the relief all in one.
He watched the rain mat your hair and dampen your clothes, your eyes glowing under the moonlight.
What was he doing?
It was a stupid question, perhaps ironic as his fate was about to be changed in a single night.
So many things had led him here, standing outside the home he’d grown accustomed too. A home filled with rooms that held his sleeping brothers and memories to haunt him for years to come. His eyes shifted from you to the water seeping into the wooden plank walls and back, they weren’t good memories.
He remembers the day you broke, crying with your hands knotted in his shirt, explaining how you couldn’t take it anymore. The mixture of snot and tears ran down your face as you relived every moment your life had been threaten by one of his brothers and you begged him to run away with you.
Now as he stood in the rain with you, all of your belongings in suitcases and duffel bags he realized this was it. There was no coming back from this and yet even so, he felt zero remorse for betraying his family in favor of the human exchange student. You never once berated him or made him feel worthless, and in turn he never tried to hurt you—you were more of his family than the one he actually had.
“Yea’, are you?” He breathed, glancing back at his home one last time.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You croaked, watching as Mammon turned to you and grabbed your hand.
“Don’t worry, we’ll find our way as long as we have each other.” He reassured, starting to walk with you in tow.
“I know, I love you Mammon.” You squeezed his hand, not bothering to look back at the House of Lamentation. You didn’t need to, your home was right in front of you.
“I love you too, no matter what happens.”
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🍵😇- Zach grinned at Simeon and gave him a thumbs up before looking at his phone, "I know, Simeon!" He suddenly frowned and hesitantly looked up at the angel, "Uh Simeon? Barbatos just asked me if I could come over... what should I say?" Zach nervously asked the angel, knowing of his distaste for the demon butler.
Simeon arranged the cookies in orderly rows, grabbing the frosting they’d prepared earlier so they could finally decorate the dessert. He spun to look at Zach, his smile falling and the frosting bags forgotten on the counter. Everytime he tried to spend the already limited time he had with him, the human was swept away by Barbatos. No matter what he did, whether he baked them cookies or asked for his opinion on a new piece of writing, it was cut short. He sighed and picked up the pieces of his smile to make a new one, “I can decorate them, you can go if you’d like.” As much as he wanted Zach to stay, the angel couldn’t make him and truly he deserved to do whatever he wished without being swayed even if it hurt seeing him with the butler. He didn’t need to know his hurt or the small glares and competitiveness he and Barbatos shared.
*The small human gently knocked on the fifth born’s bedroom before peeking her head inside his room. Her current attire suggests she was just lounging about in her room before making her way to the Avatar of Lust.* H-Hey Asmo are you busy at the moment? There’s something I wanted to talk about with you. It’s nothing bad per-say but I would like your thoughts on the matter.
Asmo tilted his head to look at her, putting down his phone in the process. “I’m never busy when it comes to you dear. What did you want to talk about?” He scooted over and patted his bed, waiting for her to join him.
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💜 Yes, cute... *chuckles* And I know you know it, otherwise you wouldn't... You know... *whispers* Make my heart flutter like that... *kisses the tip of his nose* *blushes even more when he looks at her* N-No... I didn't mean it like that, I was just curious. You can sleep, if you want... I'll just cuddle and hold you until I myself fall asleep *kisses his forehead, before getting his bangs out of his face, putting them behind his ears* Having nothing to do, nothing to worry about... It's so strange... But you're making me enjoy this time off even more, Belphie *presses their foreheads together, before pecking his lips softly* Thank you... For coming over to my house to be with me. Really. - 👻
Belphie shakes his head, faking a small pout. “It’s your vacation I want to do whatever you want to, I can steal you for sleep later.” He sighed, letting himself succumb to her touch. It wasn’t often they were completely alone like this and he was determined to make the most of it even if his sin tried to drag him back into the confines of sleep. He smiles as her lips find purchase on his forehead, one of his hands coming up to cup her’s in place near his ear. ”I finally have you all to myself for a while.” He kisses her back chasing after her lips once they leave his in search for more affection. “Mhm, now…” He finally captures her lips once more, smirking into them.
1. “We could get away, no time to even speak, nothing to say. No rain or storms above that could make us stay.” + Mammon
Song Lyric Drabble Event
Mammon stared at the House of Lamentation, watching the rain pour off it’s roof and the water collect into puddles on the ground. He gripped the suitcase harder, letting the rain make his hair stick to his forehead and clothes cling to his body. You ran up to him bags in your arms and a somber look on your face.
“Are you ready?” You whispered, becoming soaked in the tears the sky cried almost like it could predict the pain your decision was about to cause and the relief all in one.
He watched the rain mat your hair and dampen your clothes, your eyes glowing under the moonlight.
What was he doing?
It was a stupid question, perhaps ironic as his fate was about to be changed in a single night.
So many things had led him here, standing outside the home he’d grown accustomed too. A home filled with rooms that held his sleeping brothers and memories to haunt him for years to come. His eyes shifted from you to the water seeping into the wooden plank walls and back, they weren’t good memories.
He remembers the day you broke, crying with your hands knotted in his shirt, explaining how you couldn’t take it anymore. The mixture of snot and tears ran down your face as you relived every moment your life had been threaten by one of his brothers and you begged him to run away with you.
Now as he stood in the rain with you, all of your belongings in suitcases and duffel bags he realized this was it. There was no coming back from this and yet even so, he felt zero remorse for betraying his family in favor of the human exchange student. You never once berated him or made him feel worthless, and in turn he never tried to hurt you—you were more of his family than the one he actually had.
“Yea’, are you?” He breathed, glancing back at his home one last time.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You croaked, watching as Mammon turned to you and grabbed your hand.
“Don’t worry, we’ll find our way as long as we have each other.” He reassured, starting to walk with you in tow.
“I know, I love you Mammon.” You squeezed his hand, not bothering to look back at the House of Lamentation. You didn’t need to, your home was right in front of you.
“I love you too, no matter what happens.”
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Tw: hurt/comfort, angst, past CSA mention, Asmo comforts male character
Category: 2,059 words of fluffy angst
Notes: this was a brainrot stuck in my head and I really wanted to write it all out. I've never posted angst like this before so I'm sorry if this is a bit heavier than normal 😅 hope you enjoy anyways!
It had been a few months now since Remmie came to the Devildom. Overall, he had adjusted quite well, honestly finding the Devildom and his new-found demon family to be more pleasant than the life he left behind in the human world. Sure, being a human in hell had its ups and downs; Remmie was only 5'1 and rather shy at times, so he didn't always get along well with the other demons at RAD. If anyone ever caused him trouble though, he knew one of the brothers wouldn't be far behind him, ready to defend him at any cost.
He loved all of the brothers dearly, but he had seemed to have taken a special liking to Beelzebub, Satan, and Mammon in particular. Remmie loved to bake and cook, so Beel was always by his side in the kitchen. Writing stories and poems were Remmie's favorite hobby, so Satan was always the first to read and correct his rough drafts. Mammon had always looked out for him since the first moment he came to the Devildom, so if Remmie ever felt lonely or sad, one could probably find him curled up at The Great Mammon's side.
By all accounts, Remmie seemed to be getting along just great. It wasn't long until Asmodeus noticed something. . .off about the little human, however. For some reason, it didn't seem like Remmie liked the Avatar of Lust at all. Any time Asmodeus tried to spend some time with him, the human would come up with any excuse he could to avoid Asmodeus. It almost felt like Remmie would do anything he could to avoid being alone with the demon. No matter how much he thought about it, and over-thought about it, Asmo simply couldn't figure out why Remmie didn't like him. Was it something he had done? Something he said? Maybe the human just thought his taste in clothes was weird. . .
For Asmo, the feeling of being disliked was a foreign one, but at the same time, Remmie had never specifically made it clear that he *didn't* like him. He simply never wished to spend any time around him without one of the other brothers around too. After a certain incident, one in which Asmodeus had accidentally startled Remmie, the demon truly began to worry he had done something to make him uncomfortable. It was a complete accident, Asmodeus simply wasn't aware that Remmie didn't hear him enter the kitchen while he was baking with Beel, so when he suddenly exclaimed how good the kitchen smelled, he was shocked to see the human, literally, climb Beelzebub like a tree in order to keep his distance.
"Darling, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you—"
"N-no, you're okay! Sorry, I, uh, I didn't hear you come in. I wasn't expecting it."
The human nervously laughed as Beel helped him climb down, and the 6th born was equally as shocked as Asmodeus to see such a response of fear from the small human. What could Remmie possibly be so afraid of? To most people, Asmodeus couldn't hurt a fly without good reason. It's not as if he had ever done something to make Remmie feel unsafe.
Rather than wishing to make a big deal of it and further upset Remmie, Asmodeus simply gave a small nod and a bright smile.
"It's alright, dear. Don't worry about it. I'll leave you to your baking!"
The 5th born hurried out of the kitchen, but not before Beel noticed the way his smile faltered. In truth, Beelzebub had a small idea of why Remmie wasn't comfortable around his brother, but he knew it wasn't his place to explain it. If Remmie wanted Asmodeus to know, he could tell him himself. Still, it hurt Beel to see his favorite human so distressed, and it hurt to see his brother upset as well.
After allowing a few days for the dust to settle, Asmodeus pulled Beelzebub aside while Remmie was at the library with Satan. It was driving him insane to not know what he did wrong, and he needed answers before he ate himself alive with guilt.
"Please tell me you know what I did wrong? I can't stand seeing him so scared of me, but I don't know what I could have done. Was it something I said?"
Beelzebub could only furrow his brows as he tried to think of the best way to handle the situation. He didn't want to betray Remmie's trust, but he also didn't want to lie to his brother. After a moment of thought, he decided the best thing to do would be to have Asmodeus ask the human himself.
"It's not something you've done or said, but I can't and won't say more than that. I know he's scared to be around you, but your best bet will be asking Remmie yourself."
Asmodeus had to admit, that response wasn't what he had hoped for. Ideally, he wished for a cut and dry answer he could go off of to figure out how to fix things. But, if speaking to Remmie directly was the only way, he simply had no other choice.
Once Remmie and Satan had gotten home from the library, a few hours past dinner, Asmodeus decided that would be his best time to talk to the human. Satan had taken their books upstairs to his room, and Remmie was down in the kitchen to grab some leftovers for dinner. Despite how much he loved being in the Devildom, Remmie really hated how big everything was compared to him. In order to grab a plate, he had to scale the countertops and hope that either, A) he didn't fall, or B) Lucifer didn't catch him standing on the counter and scold him. Normally, he wouldn't do something like that, but Beelzebub was at Fangol practice and Remmie had no idea where anyone else was. So, he found himself standing on the countertop, reaching up for a plate when his foot slipped.
The moment he lost his balance was the same moment Asmodeus walked into the kitchen, and luckily for the human, Asmo was faster than he looked. Before he could get hurt, the demon had caught him in his arms without thinking. After all, how could he possibly let the poor human hit his head?
"What in the world were you scaling the counter for? You could have split your head open doing that!"
Realizing just how close he was to the human, Asmodeus quickly set him down and backed away to let Remmie catch his breath. He had tensed terribly in his arms, and much to Asmo's dismay, looked close to crying.
"I'm sorry to scare you like that, normally I'd ask first before touching you, but I didn't want to see you hurt, and—"
"Thank you."
The demon faltered in his spluttering of apologies.
"What?"
"Thank you. For catching me, I mean."
He might have been shaking like a leaf, but Remmie still knew when a proper thanks was in order.
"I didn't expect you to catch me. Not with how often I avoid you."
His eyes were trained on the kitchen floor and the human honestly felt a sense of shame for how he had acted towards Asmodeus. Logically, he knew the demon never meant any harm, but still. . .
Asmodeus' gaze softened as he looked at Remmie, kneeling down a bit to be more on his level, despite knowing that his pants might get dirty from being on the floor. In that moment, he didn't care about his clothes.
"Of course I would catch you. None of us would ever let our human get hurt on our watch. We all care for you, you know?"
The human could only give a small nod as he felt a lump form in his throat. Why did he have to be so afraid?
Asmodeus could see the whirlwind of emotions churning in the small boy as he trembled. He reached out a gentle hand and was surprised, but delighted, when Remmie took it.
"Can I ask you something, dear?"
He waited for a small nod in response before he continued.
"Have I done anything to make you uncomfortable around me? I'm truly sorry if I have, I know that sometimes I can be a tad too much. I just hate seeing you get so scared when I'm around."
Surprisingly, Remmie shook his head.
"No, you haven't done anything. You've always been so nice to me, and I know you look out for me just like everyone else, I just. . ." His voice shook as he spoke, and it took everything in Asmodeus to not wrap the human up in a hug. Instead, he let Remmie continue after he took a deep breath.
"When I first came here, Lucifer was introducing everyone, and at first, I thought you looked really kind. I thought you were nice, but, then Lucifer said you were the Avatar of Lust, and, well, I got scared."
Asmodeus could only stare at the human in confusion as his brows furrowed. How could his title be so frightening to someone? Normally when people knew who he was, they would fall over themselves trying to get close to him, not run away in fear. Before he could ask why, the human continued.
"When I was younger, I got hurt. I couldn't stop it, and I couldn't change what happened to me. He was a lot bigger than I was. . ."
Tears rolled down his cheeks and Asmodeus felt his heart break.
"When Lucifer said your sin was Lust, I got scared because I didn't know if something would happen. I knew I couldn't fight you if it did, so, I just didn't feel safe being alone with you. I thought I'd be safe if I hid behind your brothers instead. I'm sorry—"
"Don't apologize. Please, don't apologize."
Asmodeus gathered Remmie up in a tight hug as they both cried. Remmie, for recounting his hurts, and Asmodeus for the sinking feeling in his stomach. How could anyone hurt a child like that? He may be a demon, but even he knew that it was wrong, wrong and terrible, and something that should never have happened.
"My sin might be Lust, but there is a major difference between desiring something, and taking it. I would never, ever, do something so horrible."
His hands found their way to Remmie's cheeks, tracing gently with his thumbs as he wiped his tears away.
"I have never done anything with anyone without their full consent, I promise you that. And I would never do anything without your consent, no matter what."
All Remmie could do was nod as he wrapped his arms tighter around the demon. His tears slowly stopped falling as he learned how to breathe again, and after some time, his grip on Asmodeus loosened. The demon sat back, petting a gentle hand over Remmie's hair as he gave a soft smile.
"I don't expect your fears to vanish overnight, and that's perfectly okay, doll. You don't have to do anything with me if you're not comfortable. But, if you ever decide you want to join in on my self-care nights, my room is always open. Feel free to knock, okay?"
The human smiled softly as he nodded, sniffing a little as Asmodeus stood up. The demon gave a gentle ruffle to his hair, and Remmie couldn't help but to smile.
"I'll leave you alone for a bit, I know this must have been a lot for you. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. I'm gonna go fix my makeup before it's ruined, but I'll tell Satan to come down here and read with you. Ta ta, my dear." With that, Asmodeus walked upstairs to his room, and Remmie gathered his thoughts as he made himself dinner. He knew it would take time before his fears fully went away, but he realized then that he really had no reason to be scared of Asmo.
He ate his dinner with Satan as the two read together, relaxing as the evening hours melted into night. Soon enough, Remmie found himself standing outside of Asmo's door, a plate of freshly baked cookies in hand as a gift. He raised his hand and knocked.
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For your letter prompts, how about M = Marriage with Lucifer, but angsty?
I know this took a while but it is done (oh the horrors of busy lives and being a slow writer)! I hope it is to your liking. I would like to thank @queerasaurus-rexx for allowing me to borrow a concept from their headcanon to write this fic. Also this now marks my halfway point in my ficlet challenge.
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M is for Marriage
He was an unattainable catch. A trophy for anyone who managed to capture his heart. Because of his pride, the bar was set so high that the average demon never stood a chance to even be in the same room as him. So, why did he bend over backwards to be in the company of a mere human?
“Lucifer is just their mentor.”
“Diavolo appointed him to oversee the exchange program. He has no choice but to tail them around.”
“The human is just another job to him.”
Of course, those were the reasons the human was allowed to stay so close to him, to live under his roof, to dine with him, to wind up in his office after hours. Even at Diavolo’s balls, Lucifer only danced with them as a formality. It was Lucifer’s duty to teach them proper etiquette and how to interact with the aristocrats so they didn’t inadvertently offend the most elite members of Devildom society. That was what most demons convinced themselves of, firmly believing the Avatar of Pride could never fall for a lowly human. But that was not the case. Lucifer was indeed enamored by the audacious exchange student. However, the only reason he refused to pursue anything beyond cordial relations was because of an ancient law - one that forbade the union between demons and humans.
Without complaint, Lucifer settled. Settled for casual conversations. Conversations he orchestrated when he asked MC for help with his piles of documents. Documents that were eventually cast aside in favor of demonus by the fireplace. The fireplace that had seen Lucifer spend many hours with MC, gazing into their eyes and fantasizing how it would feel to spend eternity in their embrace.
He never had enough of watching how the orange glow reflected off their hair, creating a halo around their head. Or how he could see the flames dancing in their eyes. Or how their voice rang out melodiously every time they laughed. He loved everything about them and constantly craved their presence. He wanted nothing more than to keep them by his side.
Thus, Lucifer went out of his way to stay perpetually close to them. Led them on but kept defined boundaries. Teased them only to push them away. Coaxed them into his bed only to then convince them that the incident served as a reminded that they did not control him. He denied them his true feelings, opting to bottle up the desires that could never be fulfilled. Lucifer made do with the cards he was dealt.
Then the day came when Diavolo decided to shuffle the deck. After a student council meeting, Lucifer hung back at Diavolo’s request for a couple glasses of demonus and idle talk. Their chat turned to musings of MC. Diavolo informed him how they desired to stay in the Devildom permanently. How Michael insisted that such arrangement could only be achieved by marrying a demon. How MC broke down in tears, lamenting over the impossibility under current restrictions.
“Perhaps it is time to change the archaic law. After all, as it stands now, it is in direct conflict with my philosophy of opening relations between the realms. Besides, who is going to stop me? My father?” Diavolo chuckled, amused with having the power to do as he pleased.
Lucifer’s heart skipped a beat at the news. Now free to pursue MC as he pleased. To confess his inner most secrets he fought so hard to bury. All the while praying that this was not just a dream from which he would wake.
Months of heavy wooing passed. Nights filled with dinner dates by candle light and dancing under the stars. Over time, late night outings lasted well into the morning. Eventually, MC proudly walked the halls of RAD, wearing the scent of their lover who had staked his claim.
Then came the wedding day – the day to seal the deal once and for all.
Lucifer adjusted his tie. Palms slick with sweat. Heart racing. He grabbed the doorknob and hesitated. Inhaling deeply, he released one calming breath and pushed through. On the other side, MC stared into the mirror, smoothing out a wrinkle on their outfit. Donning traditional white, they were the picture of perfection. Lucifer smiled while lingering in the doorway, drinking in their beauty. A few minutes passed without them noticing him so he walked in and cleared his throat to announce his presence. MC whipped around, wide-eyed and frantically motioned to the door.
“Shut the door! Human world superstition says it’s bad luck if the groom sees the bride before the wedding.”
Lucifer chuckled but complied. “I did not realize you subscribed to silly superstitions.”
“I…I’m just nervous. Honestly, I’m just a walking ball of anxiety right now. I really don’t want Diavolo to see me like this!”
Lucifer’s heart clenched painfully when he heard the Demon Lord’s name. Diavolo had played his cards better than him. Captured MC’s heart. Furiously courted them. Presented them as a trophy. At one of his balls, he publicly displayed MC to the entire Devildom, silently announcing that they belonged to him. They danced the night away while brushing off hushed whispers from critical eyes who dared not to openly tempt their fate with the prince. Lucifer was furious, remorseful, and left wishing he could turn back time.
He wanted to be the one who stood at the altar with them. To have their fingers intertwined with his. To drown in their kisses. To bathe in their love. To wake up beside them day after day.
“Lucifer?”
The demon blinked, a questioning look covering his face. How long were they trying to capture his attention?
“My apologies. Did you say something?”
“H-how do I look?”
They stood in front of him, arms slightly outstretched as they presented themselves to him. Lucifer walked forward, taking one hand and clasping it between his.
“Like the most beautiful person in all of creation. You are the envy of the entire Devildom.”
MC blushed at his words. Closing their eyes, they tried to calm their nerves. With one last resolving breath, they announced, “I’m ready.”
Lucifer offered his arm, prepared to walk them down the aisle. As they laced their hand into the crook of his elbow, Lucifer placed his other hand on top theirs, clinging to them for as long as possible before he was forced to let them go forever.
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6. “Do you love me enough to let me go? To let me follow through? To let me fall for you, my love?” + Simeon
Song Lyric Drabble Event
Spoilers for season 2
The wind blew against Simeon’s frame, his cape hitting his face as he looked down where one realm turned to the other. He tilted his head towards the fabric, letting it caress his cheek and the rest of the world fade away while he recalled what led him here.
He sighed into your touch, turning his head to kiss your palm. His legs tangled with yours, the fabric of your pjs scratching at his own.
“What are you thinking about?” You whispered shifting closer to him.
“Everything.”—He paused and closed his eyes—“Everything all at once.”
“What do you mean?” You tucked a piece of hair behind his ear before sitting up on your elbow.
He opened his eyes to find yours and frowned, “I’m prolonging the inevitable.”
“What?”
“I’m the happiest I’ve ever been here in your arms and surrounded by the others here in the Devildom.” His shoulders shook as he spoke, “There’s nothing for me up there anymore.”
“Simeon…”
“I’m not supposed to be with you, in the Celestial realm I wouldn’t be able to.” Simeon whispered, blinking to stop the stray tears threatening to fall.
“What are you getting at?” You breathed, moving to wrap your hands around his middle.
He shook his head, cupping one of your hands with his and leaning his forehead against yours, “I’ve already broken the biggest law we have—don’t interfere with human lifespans. Even if I wanted to go back to my life in the Celestial Realm I wouldn’t be able to, not without severe punishment.”
You closed your eyes basking in his presence and perfume filling your noise, “Simeon…” You knew where this was heading but it scared you nonetheless.
“Do you love me enough to let me go? To let me fall for you?” He moved the hand on yours to intertwine your fingers, his other one cupping your cheek.
“I do. No matter what happens I love you more than the three realms combined.” Even if it scared you, he deserved to be happy no matter what. You opened your eyes before smiling and wiping the tears that started to spill from his eyes with your free hand.
“I’ll be waiting for you.”
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Simeon closed his eyes and let his feet guide him off the ledge, the wind picking up speed as it crashed against his body. He unfurled his wings, groaning whilst a burning sensation overtook him—a sign of his betrayal to his own kind.
He let the burning sensation consume every piece of him, plummeting to the ground as he repeated what you said over and over again.
“I’ll be waiting for you…”
If that was true the pain he felt while his body tried to change itself was worth it. Everything he’d ever been through was worth it if it meant he could finally be in your arms forever—if he could finally be free to do as he liked.
“I’ll be waiting…for you…”
Simeon opened his eyes once he hit the ground, wheezing from the force of the impact. He watched black feathers fall around him and sighed, the fire that lit him up inside subsiding. He turned his head and found you looking over him, worry etched into your face.
“You waited for me.”
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11. “I’ve still been up all night writing songs of you and even though you’re gone they will still live on in a memory or two.” + Solomon
Song Lyric Drabble Event
The moonlight filtered through his room, casting light in strips along his desk as his pen scribbled along a sheet of paper. He groaned, crumpling the page and throwing it beside him. None of the words he wrote sounded right, they couldn’t capture you the way he wanted them to. The lyrics sloppily written in ink were nothing compared to the actual images and memories replaying in his head, not only that—he didn’t know how to write a song.
He glanced at the tower of crinkled and tossed aside paper, how long had he been at this? It felt like days by now, the bags under his eyes and the shear amount of pages only growing the more he tried.
He sighed, his hands finding purchase on his face and shielding it from his surroundings and the reality he lived.
You were gone.
You aged right before his eyes, something he wished he could’ve done with you because living in a world without you seemed like a worse curse than the one he already had and if he was honest, it was. Nothing truly could’ve prepared him for the ache in his heart and the never ending tears that came afterwards. Even more so nothing could’ve prepared him for the way he coped, writing mediocre songs that would never be seen by anyone else.
All they were was a way to remember the details of your life—the life you so graciously shared with him, before he could forget. He’d live to see the world crumble and by then he still wanted to remember every single part of your story. It didn’t matter how many times he had to rewrite them if he could finally have every piece of you translated in songs and poetry.
Solomon’s hands fell to the desk, tearing another piece of paper out of a notebook to start again. He couldn’t capture you the way you deserved to be yet, but if anything he was stubborn and desperate—he’d write until he gets it right and that’s what he planned to do.
He didn’t want to forget you.
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