#simi drabble

"i know, but..." kimi trails off with a shrug.

seb moves to stand next to kimi, who's now peering around the fenced-in area where seb let's his chickens run with a somewhat worried expression.

seb leans his head in to check on kimi and smiles, bringing his hand back up to rub over kimi's back reassuringly. he feel kimi relax slightly under his touch and his smile widens.

"it'll be fine, i'll go in with you, yeah?" seb coaxes as he slides his hand down kimi's arm. he squeezes kimi's wrist gently and hums. kimi nods in agreement.

"now remember i told you earlier, they'll get excited about the feed but they don't mean to be agressive, they're just hungry," seb explains as he leads kimi over to the gate, still keeping a loose hold on the finn's wrist.

he takes kimi shuffling willingly behind him as a good sign and when they make it into the enclosure and secure the gate behind them he steps slightly in front of kimi as a slight barrier between him and the birds.

once seb starts spreading some feed on the ground it's a clucking, feathery whirlwind at their feet.

"holy shit," kimi mumbles quietly. the genuine surprise in kimi's voice makes seb laugh out loud and he leans backwards into kimi's chest.

"they're crazy," kimi mumbles by seb's ear.

"mmm, a bit," seb agrees before holding the half empty pail up to kimi. "want to try?"

seb turns his head to see kimi's wide eyed expression and he smirks.

"oh, i don't know, you're doing okay on your own y'know.." kimi mumbles and shrugs.

seb rolls his eyes and takes kimi's hand in his before placing them both into the pail. "just a bit?"

kimi sighs next to him, but seb doesn't feel his hand tense up beneath his, so he continues to grab a handful of feed for them.

"you're a pain in my ass," kimi deadpans, but seb thinks he hears a touch of fondness there.

Sebastian wasn't one for cities.

And neither was Kimi.

Kimi had appeared in his life like an augury. A man of mystique. A man of few words. A man of cool eyes and tight lipped smiles. A man of strong arms, canvas to tattoos each more ridiculous than the last. A man of warm hands and scalding touch. A man of comfort and completion.

A man synonym to home.

Kimi's distate for cities came hand in hand with the nostalgia of snow ridden ski slopes; of frozen-over seas; of biting winds numbing limbs attempting to steer sleds. Kimi's distate of city was a blur of icy blues and pearlescent whites. Sebastian's a watercolour of shades of greens, off set by the distinct brown of oak bark. Yet when huddled up in each other's arms, slotting into one another, souls alining like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, they painted landscapes of snowed over cedar pine and fir.

One second her eyes were laser focused on Kimi's angelic form, overhead light illuminating a halo behind her head. A second later her eyes were millimeters from the floor, blurring at the sight of crimson seeping into dirt brown. Seering pain pierced through her skull, barely able to comprehend what exactly happened as her conscious slipped, the stinging smell of burning flesh and a blistering pain paralysing her spine the last thing it registered.

Sebi should have expected it. Mr Räikkönen was particularly known for being hot-headed, trigger finger always ready to sentence whatever inconvenience. It had been a dangerous endeavour, a danger Sebi should have contemplated longer than she had.

The ring stilled against her chest, loyal heartbeat following suit. The nightly breeze toyed with her hair, honey blonde matted red. The pearly gates of Heaven surely were far darker - closer to wild-fire carbonated ebony - than she'd anticipated. Alas, it was what she earnt for attempting to close the door in old death's face.

A day later it would be uncovered, a crassly moulded silver band, home to a delicate piece of turquoise. A ring just like any other amateurishly made in the region. What had caught the attention of the sheriff though, had been the words crudely carved on the inside of the band.

Kimi smirked at him, opening the door of the hovericle, a silent invitation for Seb to hop in. As Sebastian's feet left solid ground, the void didn't exist, couldn't exist. Weightless, his arm reached for Kimi's outstretched hand. The hovericle had been hot-wired, the man couldn't stop the movement halfway in the air, it was up to Sebastian to time his jump perfectly.

And as leather clad hands wrapped around his forearm, Seb knew, that as always, he'd made it.

The hovericle veered forwards, trajectory slightly offset by Kimi's focus on the boy beside him. Seb only smiled at him, sitting etiquette long forgotten as his hands reached up the Kimi's face, pulling their lips flush together, the cool metal of his partner's lip ring a pleasant contrast to the feverish surface of his adrenaline flushed body.

Kimi's hand slid upwards, fingers slowly wrapping around Seb's digits until it all but caged his hand against Kimi's cheek. Seb sighed into the kiss, the sound sucked and swallowed by Kimi's eager lips before retreating from Seb's to a more acceptable distance. Gently pushing Seb back to sit on his seat, fingers still entwined with his, Kimi's eyes focused back on what lied before them.

Seb never was quite sure where he'd end up. He never quite cared. As he sat on the hovericle's passanger seat, hand resting in Kimi's, all he could muster care for was the man beside him, and the overwhelming, all-consuming warmth he could bring him with just a raise of his lips, just a wave of his hand, just a press to his lips.

He'd never expected to be like this, never expected to fold so quickly at a glimpse of icey blue eyes, silky blond hair, and an impassive scowl. He'd never expected to be so intwined with someone in so little time. He'd never expected to meet someone who simply got it. Got him.

He'd least of all expected that someone to go behind his back and attempt to allow hell to reign Earth.

Sebastian knew he should have kept his guard up. Knew it'd been too good to be true. But there was just something about Kimi that he couldn't shake. Something that screamed of silent understanding, that reeked of comfort and comprehension.

Sebastian wasn't a stranger to self loathing, he'd practically been brought up shaped around it. A dark looming mass creeping above his head, ready to lash out every second of his life. And Kimi understood that. Knew exactly what it was like to be the very thing you hate the most. Kimi understood what it was like to be your own worse enemy.

Yet it hadn't been enough. Here Sebastian was, fighting back an unmovable force with all his insufficient might, losing strength as Evil pushed him to his limit in mere seconds. He'd found a glimmer of hope, only for it to be squashed out like a bug. This situation was no more hopeful than a uphill battle against an army while donning a mere butterknife…

…until it wasn't.

Sebastian stumbled forward, near missing nicking his hand on his blade. His first thought was, that's me done. He braced himself for… he wasn't quite sure actually. Not many people lived to tell the tale of what getting your soul sucked was like.

His eyes refocused, half expecting to be burning through a haze of pinks and purples. Only to be met with dark shoes and an all too familiar voice.

"Sebi," Seb looked up, meeting Kimi's pained face, angelic features painted in dark lines, like thorns around the fences to Eden.

His eyes wetted, disbelief evident even to him as he muttered, "Kimi, no!"

"I'm sorry for everything," Kimi's face looked too apologetic, the expression etching painful lines in silk soft skin. Sebastian wanted to feel it beneath his fingertips one last time.

"No," he blinked furiously, feeling the tears escape his eyes, tracing rivers down his cheeks, "I wanted to set you free."

"You did," Kimi's eyes softened, his body fading out, flickering in flames of pink, "you gave me my soul back."

Sebastian's heart cracked. His head buzzed in a choir of "no"s, the word teasing his tongue, futile before the choking of his voice. He wanted to move, wanted to pull Kimi back to safety, back into his arms. But his body was static, in no more motion than a statue.

"And now…" Kimi's voice was breaking, fading away by the second, exhaustion crystal clear. Sebastian looked back at him, eyes bearing into Kimi's. Kimi's shone in fondness. Seb's heart shattered, the pressure in the cracks giving up, "I give it to you."

Seb's body finally reacted, one hand grabbing his sword as the other reached out to Kimi's form. A split second late. Seb's hand found emptiness as his eyes were glazed over in blue clearer than Kimi's eyes. Blue light that was making its way straight to Sebastian's blade.

Sebastian took a step back, blinking away stray tears. Foot anchored to the floor, sword a comfortable weight in his hands. Maybe Kimi wasn't here in front of him anymore, but by God was he going to make the best of his last gift.