#kvau error

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A loud yawn echoed through the hallways as the sun's brilliant rays shone right into the never-changing corridors. The blue tinted windows casting an enchanting view resembling that of an ocean wave.

Even with such a beautiful sight, the golden decor adorning the surrounding which would bring an look of awe on one's face.

The being of Death, hell's incarnation and ruler of all that treads between the limbo of life and death. Forever entrapped in an inescapable slumber — Reaper, had no traces of emotions within his empty sockets.

Gaze landing on the once beautiful details to the interior, it only aches his soul to see them. Everything here reminded him of the very person he lost.

Someone so close, yet so far.

His lover, stars. His beloved angel.

How did things turn out this way?

Why is everything like this? How did he lose G—

A throbbing ache at the front of his skill snapped Realer right out of his thoughts, steps fumbling as he staggered. Slamming a hand right onto the nearby pillar to stabilize himself.

These daily headaches were starting to get unbearable, the more he tried to think. The more his body rejected it. Likely a cooping mechanism to protect him from the truth he's unwilling to see.

There's something.. —

No –

No there isn't.

Ugh, he needs his coffee..

Perhaps he could down the whole pot this time, it does sound tempting to rid the needless pain that won't leave

Using what little strength he has, Reaper pushed himself off the pillar and dragged both feet straight towards the kitchen. Silently debating how much coffee powder he should add to the kettle of water.

..That or he's probably just going to chew on said coffee powder while waiting for the water to heat up. It'd take a long while that's for sure.

“You're late.” That very voice and tone made him pause, having to do a second take to ensure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

He could've sworn he saw him –

Only to blink once the person speaking – practically scowl in absolute displeasure at the sudden pause

“Are you j2st going to stand th3re like an id1ot?!” 

Oh.

That wasn't who he thought, yet at the same time it feel like the other finally had some recollection of his past demeanor, if only for a second.

Error, the way he's behaving ..

It would've made Resort choke up and go right in for a hug, if he weren't aware of the fear of touch. That forsaken Haphephobia.

“..Yes..?” Reaper could do nothing but mumble, feeling strings wrap itself around his wrists as he's pulled right over towards the kitchen's island. 

“S1t.” And so the god obeyed, he could never find it in himself to disregard the words of someone he loved – no, love – he still adore him to the moon and back even if everything have changed.

No matter how much his beloved turns out, Reaper will always love him. If not for who he used to be, then who he currently is now. Adapting and moving with the tide of changes isn't uncommon for him.

“Dr1nk.” Error pushed the cup that he had noticed Reaper always uses, one where the design had half a heart and wing.

The other half presumably gone, or maybe this is just how it was meant to be designed. Error wouldn't know, though it did make him feel iffy and standoffish whenever he saw them. Like something was wrong, a missing puzzle.

“What is–” Reaper begun then shut himself up as soon as the familiar scent of coffee hits him. Done in the way he remembers and truly loved – a smell he can't replicate whatsoever. No matter the countless attempts and desperation. To the point he simply abandoned the fruitless attempts, discarding it all.

“Coff—” Before he could finish his comment, Error shuts him. Cutting right into the words midway, “Sh5t up a4d drink!” 

“G3ez, you talk t9o much! This is y0ur favourit3, 1s it not?”  Error's voice, it wasn't stable. A sign that he'd be freaking out and having a mental breakdown, if this had been the usual.

By no means do Reaper understand a single thing. He just knows that Error is pushing through the static pain, and the burning coldness of the glitches hindering him. Complaints he knows far too well, with the time they spent together

This was odd.

It's like time had rewind, to some extent. As if everything returned to the mornings that he missed dearly

“H3r3.” With that, comes a simple plate of waffles. The sight of blueberry jam, mixed with slices of strawberries.

The combination is ridiculous, especially with the fact that this is to be eaten with a cup of fragment, strong caffeine. Yet it isn't something Reaper loathed. 

No.

This was actually his favourite.

“.. Reap3r?” Error called out with a frown visible on his face, sockets narrowing under the red glasses he had. Circular frames adorning his look and bringing attention to his beautiful mismatched eyelights.

“Huh?” The deathly being didn't even understand why the glitchy one had such a expression on his face. Concern evident within the very eyes that he could spend hours staring into.

Why is he looking at him like that?

To his surprise, Error reached a hand out towards him. Yet he didn't flinch, even as he felt the cold, boney hand rest itself on his cheek hesitantly.

Error visibly grimacing at the physical contact, however he shoved that aside and brushed a finger over Reaper's eyesocket. Wiping away tears that had welled up within the rims and were threatening to spill.

Ah. So that's why..

“Sor—” 

“D0n’t.” Error's demand was snappy, like there's an intangible frustration within that he can't discern.

“J4st d0n't, you're alw8ys l1ke this. I d0n't get 1t, but just s5ut up for onc3.”

There's silence as Reaper obliged, keeping himself shut with no protests whatsoever. Instinctively leaning his head into the cooling touch, closing both eyes and letting himself fall into a sense of comfort. Even if it won't last forever.

“..Y0u're f1ne w1th me. I.. won't h4rt y0u”

That much reassurance was soothing to ease Reaper’s nerves, well.. it isn't like he'd mind if Error did want to hurt him. Though the chances of it is unlikely. Far too little.

Oh well..