“‘course i do!” you smile brightly, “I’ve already decided I’ll come back to you as an armadillo when i die.” valko is stunned at how easily you answer the question, but he frowns at your words.

“you can’t die before me,” he says simply, like a fact he’d already set in stone. you laugh at his words, valkos ears pin to his head as he furrows his brows and tightens his grip around you. “I’m serious dollface i-i can’t— I won’t be able to live without you.”

your laughter stops as you look at your lover, heart clenching as you see the tears in his eyes. you’re quick to place a flurry of kisses to his face, finally capturing his lips in yours before pulling away. valko is quiet as he stares up at you, endless thoughts running in his head are immediately silenced when you speak again.

“okay, Val,” you reassure him, letting your head rest on his chest as he kisses the top of your head.

“in another life—” valko whines at your words, “one where we have both died and are reincarnated,” his tail wags. “if i was a bug and came to you, would you still love me?”

you expect his rumble of laughter, for him to say that was the silliest question you’d asked yet. but it never comes. instead he grins, pulls you impossibly closer to him and kisses your temple.

“i would carry you in a small jar everywhere i went and i would show you the world, my cutie bug,” his voice is softer than usual, and his response makes your breath catch on your throat.

“if i was a worm?” you push further, he smiles.

“worm or not, you’re still my soulmate dollface,” he says easily, like it was a known fact, common sense. it was for him, common sense, his love for you was much too large and too deep for the universe to ignore, it would always bring the two of you together. “you’d love me if i was an annoying parrot?”

the tears that once pricked your eyes disappear at his words. “of course i would! you would be perched on my shoulders always,” you smile, looking up at your lover and smiling.

valko hums in satisfaction, letting his eyes close.

you’re about to speak up again, to ask if he loves you because of your looks or your brains, but a small snore cuts you off. you crane you neck as best you can, his eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly open and face completely relaxed.

you wiggle slightly, making yourself comfortable once more. valko’s arms tighten around you subconsciously. yeah, the red string of fate was wound tightly between the two of you, not even death will do you part.

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