for the new years kiss drabbles…. armand/sybelle? 🥺
Armand flies them up to that roof, where his life had cracked open earlier that year, splitting into before and after. It hadn’t been the first time something like that had happened – his long immortal life has seen several such shattering schisms. But for once, the agony of the schism had led to something beautiful, something sustaining. Something that makes him actually want to live and not just endure eternity.
Sybelle looks at him uncertainly, arms still around his neck even as their feet touch firm ground. “I don’t understand,” she says, softly.
Snowflakes tangle in her golden hair and her face is flushed from feeding earlier in the evening. Armand strokes a hand over her cheek. “You saved me here. It—” He swallows with the enormity of it. “It changed me.”
“Oh.” Sybelle’s eyelids flutter and her arms tighten around Armand’s neck. She presses close against him. “You saved me first,” she whispers.
“It’s been quite a year,” Armand says with a half-smile, leaning his forehead against hers. If he lets himself listen, he can hear the mortals in the flats around them starting the countdown to the new year. He knows Benji will want them back soon to shoot firecrackers and probably-illegal fireworks. But just for a second, Armand wants to be in this moment with her. He is still angry at Marius for taking Sybelle and Benji’s human lives from them. That was the wrong thing to do. But there’s a small, very selfish part of him that is grateful that something as banal as time won’t force him to say goodbye.
A spray of color explodes in the sky above them as Armand kisses her. Sybelle kisses him back, rapturous.
Maybe this time – just for fucking once – he won’t have to say goodbye at all.
[Send me a ship and I will write a drabble with that ship + a new year's kiss]
