#drinkship

We were playing in the sand.

He remembers those times. Creation would run around after him, a game of tag amongst all the AUs. Just Positivity and Creation, laughing without a care in the world. Playing in fields of buttercups in FlowerTale, tea parties in UnderLand, and naps in OuterTale. Just the two of them. He would see Creation's smile, and he would be filled with adoration of the smaller. Creation's bright smile with a laugh sounding like soft bells made him smile and laugh as well. Their pastel rainbow hair braided into a headband before letting soft curls sway with the wind. The multicolored freckles exposing themselves as Creation would flush. The way their eyes would change to a bright yellow with joy, changing with every emotion. He adored Creation's yellow eyes the most. It would be the two of them spreading new muses and ideas to the mortals. Every new suggestion would have a purpose and spread joy. Before Loyalty had joined them. Before Space and Emotions joined them, it was just the two of them and their counterparts: Destruction and Negativity. He never minded their fights, as long as he was with Creation.

And you found a little band.

Then a truce was made, one that was made between the balances of the Multiverse. Life and Death were already in perfect harmony with each other, staying friends despite what everyone thought. Positivity and Negativity brought back together, brothers standing together side by side once more. Creation and Destruction slowing down to talk and get to know each other, finding comfort in each other. His smile grows dim when Creation no longer spends as much time with him, finding more comfort with Destruction. It's in Creation's nature to create bonds of friendship with others, but Positivity thought their bond was special. More so than the bond Creation had with a mortal. Positivity cherishes the times that he can feel Creation's joy, so he lets them be. Even if it is just a few moments every hundred years, he loves being a part of Creation's life.

You told me you fell in love with it, hadn't gone as I planned.

He remembers the day Creation came to him, bursting with euphoria. He had smiled, Positivity had wanted to ask Creation to stay with him, become partners. He wanted someone to love, someone who wouldn't leave him alone. So he stood there, under their tree with a rose in hand. But Creation had other ideas. Creation found love in Destruction, their short friendship blooming into something else. Heartbroken, but he loves Creation too much to interfere. If Creation is happy, he would be too. 

So he let Creation go. 

Being there in Creation's life was enough for him to be content with. He remained by Creation's side from the beginning, and Positivity wasn't going to leave now. So he stands there at the tree, waiting for Creation to leave before planting his rose before leaving. As time went on, he grew closer with Loyalty as well. A friendship bonded over the adoration of Creation. Loyalty adores the short god for their personality, fragile but so strong at the same time. Yet Loyalty doesn't cherish Creation the way he does. Loyalty finds his adoration in Emotions instead. Just as Positivity loves Creation's minor quirks and habits, Loyalty loves Emotions' quirks and habits. He would watch the way Loyal would talk, cheeks flushed a royal blue as his eyes sparkled, the way he would pick at his cape, he knows. Loyalty adores Emotions as he adores his Sunshine, Creation. It just becomes something else for them to talk about.

When you had to bid adieu.

The wave of despondency Positivity awoke to frighten him. His brother, Negativity, is growing stronger. Life and Death were panicked as well. Something was wrong. Something was causing Death to take more and more souls from the Multiverse, Life trying to keep up with bringing new life to balance the loss. He remembers finding his brother in a panic, it had been years since the truce, yet something was wrong. Negativity was as nervous as he was. They didn't want to fight anymore. Yet, something happened when the two brothers followed the despondency to its source. Loyalty and Emotions were the ones to find them first. Destruction had broken the truce. Waves of Creation's magic and waves of Destruction's flew between AUs as they fought. The gods clashed for hours, yet it felt like months as he watched them fight. Bringing Positivity back to their shared beginning. Creation fighting destruction, Negativity fighting him. All of the gods wait, watching as the fight grows slower. Creation was in tears as Destruction left the battle. Having gone back to the Anti-void rather than explain to them why he attacked. Creation was hurt, and he could feel it. Where did his Sunshine go? Why did Destruction harm his Sunshine? It was too many questions for him to think about.

Said you'd never love anew.

Loyalty remembers how Positivity rushed to Creation to see them, despite growing weaker. They remember running too. Creation, a delicate thing, was curled upon themselves with tears. Creation's hair was matted with black blood oozing from the cut on their head. No one knew what prompted Destruction to attack the past years, for the balance was pleasant for the two. Creation wanted to make a successor for them, having put some of their magic in a jar to mix with Destruction's magic when the time was right. He listened to the tale of Creation, how Destruction found the container and smashed it before diluting the magic Creation had put in it. The burst of anger Destruction had displayed, no mercy to whom was his partner. Loyalty listened, and Positivity held them close, how his rage towards Destruction grows brighter. How he wants to avenge his friend, yet the need to comfort them is greater than the latter. Emotions and Space were brought closer as Positivity lulled Creation into a dreamless sleep. Loyalty remembers how Creation swore to never create bonds that would hurt them again. Everyone waited with bated breath to see if the two gods would clash once more. Loyalty and Emotions would stand behind Creation as Positivity would stand next to them. He never questioned his anger towards Destruction. He gave it a thought and yet couldn't find an answer. Yet Loyalty never tried to look at any situation differently.

I wondered if I could hold it and fall in love with it too.

Destruction watched as Creation grew close with Positivity. Anger and jealousy filled Destruction as he watched them laugh and play together. Destruction knew Positivity was growing fond of Creation, and Destruction didn't like it. Destruction was never fond of Creation. Creation was too needy. And Positivity was too blind, thinking that Creation has no flaws. Creation is a flawed god, even from the beginning. Wanting ideas, creating new crafts, whispering fancies into mortals, and creating anything they could. Colors had to be everywhere, nothing blank for Creation.

Destruction hated the way Creation was patient with him. The way they remember what he likes and dislikes, the way Creation never gave up his determination to be friends. So he played along, Destruction was sure if he wasn't careful Creation would see that Destruction was using them. Yet every time he lashed out or hurt Creation, they brushed it off with an excuse. He laughed at their stupidity, they were too sweet, and he hates sentimental things. Yet, he couldn't say no to the free food and gifts Creation showered him in. He never thought Creation would grow fond of him. Destruction hated the mere thought. 

They are opposites. 

Other than friends, nothing more would ever happen between them. He would rather not be touched by flawed beings, be it gods or mortals. He never loved Creation, and if it destroyed something in Positivity, he could play in a game of dollhouse. In the end, he got what he wanted out of the game he played. He had gotten all he wanted from Creation. Yet, why did it hurt so much in that last fight? Why does the Anti-void seem so empty now? He glares at the emptiness. There's nothing here anymore for him. It's pure white in every way he looks. He fleetingly wonders if Creation had taken their stuff back. He grits his teeth before running a hand through his black hair and walking to the right.

You told me to buy a pony, but all I wanted was you.

He watched as Creation became dull. Pastel hair wasn't being colored anymore, leaving it an onyx black. He hates Destruction for what he did to his Sunshine. When the mortal passed, he could help bring his Sunshine back. This was different, Creation stopped. He watched as Creation would leave for their tree, sitting there with an easel and a paintbrush. Yet they wouldn't move, just stare at the blank canvas and then cry. Watercolors were soon a new creation for mortals to enjoy. He would sit there with Creation in his lap and lay under the tree as he would wrap his wings around the two of them. A world of their own, warm and safe from anything that could hurt them.

Their hands intertwined as nothing is needed to be said. Flower crowns of buttercups are made before being left on the floor next to the small bush of roses. Creation would smile at him once again, but it's smaller than it had been. Laugher would ring from the past, carried by the wind as they just observe the flowers sway. Tea parties in UnderLand become tea parties under the tree with Loyalty and Emotions. The warm china would be all made by Creation. While the strawberry tea would be produced by Positivity. Tea is his specialty.

They will nap in OuterTale, weightless in space. Watching the stars as they float with a rope attached to the ground so they can get down. Creation would lay facing Positivity, running a hand through his curly hair. Creation would giggle before telling Positivity how his hair reminds him of snow during a sunrise. Or Positivity would curl around Creation, Positivity being taller than the other, and hold them close to his chest, existing with the other, as he had done in the past.

Years had gone by for the gods, nothing was said of Destruction, yet Death and Negativity had stepped in. He watches as Loyalty and Emotions move in. Creation had made a big house for all of their friends to live in if they chose. He has been here the longest. His aura bursts and roars to life when he feels Creation's presence. He smiles as Space makes the house his second home. He smiles at Creation as he watches them start to bake once more. He wonders if the mortals will get another recipe for a new baked good soon. He feels his attachment and adoration grow as Creation smiles at him once again. Eyes a golden yellow in excitement and joy; freckles fully colored once more; their pastel rainbow hair now a vibrant rainbow cut shorter than before.

Hidden in the sand.

They are so quick to love, let their emotions direct them. That's the beauty of creation and the beauty of mortals, who Creation was made for. They've watched mortals try to reason inspiration, arts, and their whispers of ideas. They find it amusing. Yet, that's why they don't like themselves. They become foolish and drunk on emotions before acting. Creation, they know how they hurt themselves with this flaw. So quick to let others use and walk over them. If they need anything, they can make it. Creation can't reason themself; they can't justify why they do anything.

They love interactions and love physical contact. Yet, they don't know why. They adore mortals, yet mortals never last. They thought they loved Destruction. Yet something in them knew Destruction wasn't theirs. They had put too much effort and time into befriending and loving Destruction when they didn't get anything back. Destruction hated contact, barely talked to them, and never did anything for them. Was it all part of his game when Destruction told them how much he loved them?

It hurts too much for them to think about. Then, there's Positivity. So sweet and kind to Creation. They've known each other since the conception of the Multiverse; Positivity and Creation went everywhere hand in hand. They've spent decades playing and fighting together. Positivity, who stepped in to hold them up and help them get through life. The way he smiled at them and treated them so kindly. It reminded them of Gin, their favorite mortal, but not in the way Gin had worshiped him. Creation loves the cherry tree they claimed their own, their haven away from the chaos of mortals and other gods. They love buttercups as buttercups remind them of Positivity. They know that Positivity will be with them until the Multiverse ends. They just need a little more time before they can say the same.