(idc if its a girl or brent or whatever, just someone please make him dig himself out of the hole he cries about)

- 🧟

I genuinally think the only time when we see him acting like a good person who has a hopeful future, is when he has to live for others.

I dont want it to be a random girl cause I don’t think a girl should have to fix him. I genuinely belive it needs to be Brent or one of his damn roomates to shake some damn sense into him.

Brent would not only help sophist but also sophist is one of the people who can help Brent with his specfic type of issues.

Sophist could get Brent outta the house, show him a life outside a steam store. Help fix his social anxiety by forcing Brent to experience things and learn to talk to people. No matter what Brent says he clearly craves the company of others they just annoy him greatly. even if it’s not a crowd of people. I think just walking in a park holding sophist’s hand would do wonders for his well being. Even if it’s them giggling to eachother shit talking strangers they walk past.

And Brent might be an enabler but he does know a lot about health and is a protective person. If anyone could get sophist on a proper schedule, get him to actually take meds he’s given and go to appointments, it’s Brent.

He has way more patience with sophist then most people and already has a very high opinon of him, if they moved in together and he really saw just how big a hole sophist dug himself in. nobody else would be willing and have the time and stubborness to personally dig sophist outta it. He dosent care what centrist ass take comes out of sophist mouth or sophist attempts as self destruction that pushes people away. Brent, someone with patience, is what sophist needs.

The moonlight casted a delicate light into the large yet elegant windows of his castle.

The moon called out to him, like the thoughts that never ended their screams, and the desired peace he would never get. A silent plea yet too loud to bear.

He emptied his glass and put it down with an unwanted but well-felt force. The sound echoed through the way too empty big halls like a crying echo of his forbidden feelings.

The King stood up and walked outside, feeling drawn to the bright light of the moon. He scoffed at himself.

As if it was like the shining shimmer of the moon could make his thoughts vanish for just a single moment in the cold midnight air.

He was a King but a truly pathetic one.

Brent leaned against a stonewall close to the entrance of his castle. The cold stone against his shoulder and back was nothing compared to the freezingly heavy feeling in his chest.

His eyes fixiated on the bright moon, he felt his heart beating faster, yet his thoughts got quieter for the smallest moment.

The moon had never been this beautifully bright and beaming, Brent was sure. It was soothing in a way that seemed way too corrupted and unusual.

"Just one moment of peace, please," Brent whispered to himself, disgusted by his drained and small sounding voice and the way his tone made it sound like a faint prayer spoken into the midnight.

His sight turned just slightly blurry and Brent gritted his teeth in anger. Anger against himself.

Days after days passed by and still all Brent did was follow his duties and be the King his people needed. Remaining strict and acting calm and collected. Appearing like he was the greatest ruler that could calculate and control everything perfectly.

This was how it had to be. This was who Brent had to be.

But Gods,

This was not who Brent was.

And no one would ever know.

Besides him.

Brent pressed his lips together as he looked away from the white light of the moon. His eyes closed as he damned himself for letting his thoughts win over him again. As always.

Sophist- Eevee, he would never leave his stupid brain. Nor would he ever leave Brent's stupid, aching heart.

A tight twist in his chest, he moved to fully rest his back against the cold stonewall. He rested the back of his head against it, eyes still closed, soaking into the pain he felt.

Why did it hurt so much to want something he could never have?

Why must it be him out of all the people on this forsaken planet?

And why can't Brent just finally let go? He let Eevee leave all the time - it's what was right.

Right?

He chose his Kingdom over Eevee, his crown over his own true feelings. He shouldn't feel like he did right now at all.

It all was how it should be. Brent's expression turned stern unconsciously.

How it should be was not how Brent wanted it to be.

The King turned his head towards the moon again. Its bright beam still shimmering strongly in the black sky of the night.

He chased the tiny seconds of peace he just had, but in reality, he chased something - someone - else.

Slow cracks could be heard from behind him. The air got colder as the wind grew stronger.

An Aura mysteriously creeping up in the night. A mysterious creature coming out of the shadows. Brent didn't hear the slow, almost calculated steps. Chaos in the night and in his mind.

Three steps away - he could see purple from the corner of his eye, a presence stopped their tracks.

Eevee hadn't taken his eyes off the King of Skill. His expression filled with admiration. He kept his soft gaze fully on Brent as he spoke quietly and almost hoarse,

- Brent dragging Eevee into the freezing cold to build a snowman

- them playing a co-op game and Eevee keeps on messing up on purpose while Brent just wants to finish the first level god damn

- Eevee telling a bad Joke just to see Brent smile/hear him laugh <3

- Eevee giving Brent kisses on the cheek in random moments :3

- they adopt a cat together/take care of Muffins together <33

- them walking through town while it snows and they hold hands

This is just to cheer myself up honestly *sighs*

"Huh? How so?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because when you say “kid”, you mean “cat”, and we already have fifteen of those."

He looks me right in the eyes and says

“Hey Noah, if you still believe in the lord above.