#*sobs

Oooooo, that is such a good question I love it

Vee: Someone disciplined yet reckless

Ash: Someone level headed yet restless

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Killer stared at the ceiling fan squinting, trying hard to make it come into focus. But, it was still a blurry shape, barely distinguishable. The only reason he knew what it was, was because he was laying in bed staring up.

He swallowed and shut his eyes. It was dark. There was nothing he could see.

Nothing.

How long before this was his reality forever?

Dread filled his soul.

He knew this was a long time coming.

He thought he was prepared. But he wasn’t. He was afraid.

He was angry.

He was frustrated.

“If only my mother hadn’t..” He began before trailing off. He felt hot tears prickling at the edge of his sockets.

I don’t want to burden them.

“If your m-mother hadn’t made t-t-the choices she did.. You wouldn’t be here with us K-Kiki.” Ccino’s voice cut through his thoughts.

Killer opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the doorway. Finding Ccino there, with a kitten in arms.

The white eyed skeleton made his way to the bed and sat on the edge. He gently placed the kitten on the bed who quickly stumbled its way towards Killer. Mewing occasionally.

Killer smiled and helped the young feline climb to its ribs where it lay.

Ccino smiled at the sight and kissed Killer on his forehead.

“Y-You’re not going t-to miss b-breakfast are you?” The barista asked.

“Of course not, kitten. It’s my favorite meal of the day.”

“Hmmm, o-only because I make y-your coffee.” Ccino giggled.

Killer chuckled. “Ah you caught me.”

“I knew it!” The barista lightly tapped the bridge of Killer’s nose. “You’re n-not so sly Mr. Playboy.”

“Oi, that was a long time ago.”

“Well, you managed to steal two hearts. I think you still are.”

Killer looked at the doorway again. And, there was Nightmare, holding a tray filled with breakfast goodies and 3 mugs of coffee.

“I thought you didn’t like playboys?” Killer raised a brow.

“I didn’t think so either.. until I met you. You could say love is blind.”

Nightmare bit his tongue as soon as the words left his mouth.

Killer winced slightly at the word but he knew his husband meant no harm.

The violet eyed skeleton cleared his throat and made his way over to the bed.

“Marshmallow and I decided to enjoy breakfast in bed today.”

“But.. you never want to-“

Killer was interrupted by Ccino “-We thought it would be nice. It’s kinda cold today. Why not just lounge around in bed? We haven’t done it in so long.”

Killer was at a loss for words.

He knew nightmare hated eating in bed. Because it usually left crumbs or little bits of food behind.

“Is this… so you get used to when I go blind? Because if it is you don’t have to. I’m going to learn how to be independent so I won’t be a burden.”

“K-kiki, this has n-nothing to do with y-you going blind. We j-just wanted to enjoy a l-lay in. With you. Our partner.”

Killer sighed and stroked the kitten that remained at his chest.

“Even though I’m allowing us to have breakfast in bed, I will not allow to cats on the bed while we do.” Nightmare added.

“It’s j-just a little k-kitty, Nightyyyyy.”

“I don’t wish to have fur in my coffee.”

The two went back and forth, with there being a compromise that the kitten stays near their feet.

Somehow, this moment brought peace to Killer. Even though things were changing, his partners haven’t, other than aging.

It was comforting.

Nightmare was right, love sure is blind.

He never expected to fall for anyone, let alone to people. He used to be afraid of falling in love but look at him now. Fought his way to make sure he could marry the two loves of his life.

He is blind.. with his vision worsening as the days go by. But it was less frightening with his two partners with him.

He is blind but he is so loved.