Abyss-dyed shadows slather the room in an inky darkness, taking the two conduits captive as one lays in bed, hurt - dying - while the other stands solemn, thoughtful. Cold, ivory moonlight slithers through the cracks in the blinds, striping the floor in silver essence. Clothes dapple the floor like clots of blood, discarded in previous hours haste; even his beanie lay, vacant, on the forbidding floor.
Standing, back to her, his hands are clenched at his sides and his bottom lip is almost worn bloody. Dressed only in dark shorts, hes a guardian of decency, a morbid reflection of a life he could have but couldn’t because of a year.
One year to live. That was their future, so why did they do this now? Now, when it would end in black and a gravestone?
Fetch calls softly behind him, her eyelids heavy with sleep and her bare form scarcely covered by the sheets. Exhaling into the void of his thoughts, the Akomish turns back to face her and offers up a wan smile.
Delsin’s whisper is taken away on the frigid breath of night; it is lost forever between the two of them, in that moment. The pink- haired conduit blinks, a small smile gracing her lips, and finally she lays back down, beckoning with a gentle arm for him to return to the warmth of her company. And so he does.
Padding quietly across the floor, he moves to the edge of the bed and sits, then lies down, curling next to her with an arm slung over her side. He exhales once more, this time to take in her scent that is all at once perfect and flawed; does he imagine it, or can he already smell death’s sweetness on her?
Not willing to poison his thoughts further, the conduit nuzzles into her neck, planting a kiss right under her ear and then on her throat and then down on her collar. There he stays, his lips on salty skin, his dark gaze closed as he pictures the woman in all her neon glory. And he does not feel sad for losing her, he feels happy for knowing her, for having this moment to share.
He murmurs, finally pulling back to meet her gaze. Running a hand through her hair, he smiles tiredly and closes his eyes once more.
When he falls asleep he dreams of them, of a future where she doesn’t die.