Asking Falling Devil if she'd move on after you died
A/n: My first post and it's for one of my hear me outs. I hope you all enjoy, and look forward to more to come.
Falling hums a simple tune as she works away in the kitchen. Ever since she gave up on killing humans and moved in with you, her preparing meals for the two of you had become a common occurrence. Granted, her exceedingly tall frame didn't leave her much room to work with, but she seemed to find her way around regardless.
She puts the finishing touches on dinner, then dishes it out onto the table.
"Mon amour, dinner is served."
However, as she looks around, you are nowhere in sight. She checks around the house: the living room, the office, even the bathroom. Yet you were nowhere to be found.
Eventually, she checks the bedroom, where she finds you lying on top of the bed. Your eyes are vacant, your gaze fixed on the wall opposite, as if you're deep in thought about something.
"Mon cher, are you alright?"
Falling's voice seems to break you out of your trance as you sit up and look at her.
"O-Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Did you say something my love?"
Falling sighs. She can already tell something is wrong.
"Dinner is ready. I do not wish for it to go cold."
"R-Right, I'll be right there."
As you get up and go to leave the room, Falling places one of her many hands on your shoulder.
"Mon cœur, are you sure you're ok?"
You can tell she knows something is up, but you still try to put on an act, not wanting to worry her.
"R-Really, my love, I'm fiiii-"
As you continue to deny, she lifts you up into her arms, carrying you bridal style off the ground. Given there's quite some distance between you and the floor, you wrap your arms around her for safety.
"F-Falling, the food'll go cold if you leave it too long. You hate it when that happens."
"I do, but I hate it when mon trésor isn't being honest with me more. Please, tell me what's wrong."
You look her in her closed eyes and let out a sigh.
"It's just...ever since you told me you're one of the Primal Fears, I've been thinking...about how long you'll live."
Falling can already sense where this is going, but allows you to continue.
"And how...you'll most likely outlive me by several centuries...if not more, and..."
You look up at her, tears forming in your eyes.
"Will you...ever move on when I die?"
Falling gently wipes your tears away with one hand, as she strokes your hair with another.
"Fret not, mon chou, for even when you are gone, I could never forget one such as yourself. Your kindness, your generosity, your warmth. You taught a Primal Devil the concept of love. That is not something most humans can accomplish. The best dishes are remembered long after they are eaten, and you are one I shall carry with me for the rest of my life...no matter how long it may be"
She plants a kiss on your forehead, and you let out a small laugh. As a Devil, Falling isn't the most well-versed in comforting words, but you can tell she means every word of what she says.
"Now then, shall we go enjoy our meal together?"
"Y-Yeah, let's go."
However, Falling doesn't put you down, she instead chooses to carry you all the way to the dining room.
"F-Falling, you don't have to carry me anymore. I-I can walk there myself."
"Indeed, but I sense you'd enjoy this much more."
"...Yeah. I would."
