mulder, they’re worms.

Tomorrow, he promised himself. I’ll write our song tomorrow.

“This one’s my favorite,” he added as he gently tucked the flower behind Technoblade’s ear, the one that had the emerald earring that Wilbur had found so familiar, “because it means friendship.”

“I would feel too much like a traitor if I abandoned it now, after all these years with it. It is my one constant companion, more loyal than most.”

Tell the boys I’m sorry.

At fifteen years old, Tommy was the oldest he’d ever been, but he never felt so young.

“I want to help you. But I don’t know how. Nobody ever taught me how.”

At 17 years old, Tubbo was the oldest he'd ever been, but he had never felt so young.

“For my kingdom,” she whispered to the empty cave, and let the fire fall.

Nikki hoped, at the very least, that they would plant the prettiest flowers flowers over her grave.

His Tommy, lying so still in his brother’s arms. His Tommy, who braided his hair with sweet-smelling flowers. His Tommy, who was quick to anger but quicker to laugh. His Tommy.

“Your lullaby,” Wilbur sobbed, his tears hitting Tommy’s cheeks. “It’s the lullaby I used to play for you on my guitar, when you were younger.” And just like that, everything that came before was forgiven and forgotten and —gone. But was that such a bad thing? Rest would be nice. If it meant his lungs would stop hurting. If it meant his chest would stop aching. Sleep. Sleep was good. Sleep was—“I miss your music, Wilbur.”

Death. Such a small word for such a big thing.

And then, eventually, Wilbur spoke. “It really was meant to be."

Forgiveness came easily with brothers, after all.

A single strand of hibiscus-pink hair. A wrinkled hand still clutching a bloodstained broadsword.

Tubbo could almost see himself shaking the prince awake. And the prince would blink drowsiness from his eyes, ask Tubbo who he was, and Tubbo would say, “A friend,” and maybe in another life that wouldn’t be a lie.

“Once penned,” Wilbur said shakily, “an ending cannot be restored,” and he plunged a dagger straight into Techno’s back.

Immortal life. That should be an oxymoron.

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