Β Β Β Β Β π³π πππππ ππ ππππππππ.Β Thatβs the first thing that comes to Dewβs terribly blank mind as he looks upon the corpse of what was once a brilliant light in his life. He looks like he would when Dew would wake up first. You know- if you removed all the vestments, corpse paint.. maybe tossed on a little sleeping mask. Oh, yeah. And put his soul back where itΒ FUCKING BELONGSβ
His love was nothing but a gussied up husk laid in the casket from Snow White. Too bad kissing was what got them here in the first place.
He should be saying something to him, right? Something profound, or give some sort of apology (maybe if he hadnβt been so fucking horny all the time Vitale would still be alive), or β¦
But that feels stupid. He knows that he isnβt here right now. There was no Emeritus in any of these glass tombs; their bodies are more preservatives than flesh by now, He sees no point in this display. What was Nihil hoping to gain from this? Was it a power play? A threat? Was it supposed to elicit some sort of emotional reaction out of those left to witness, or was it for wealth? Either way, Dewdrop paid not a dime to peer at these glorified dolls, and he feels nothing. Nothing but empty, empty, empty in every sense of the word.
That is until a hand on his shoulder jolts him.
Fuck. Its Omega- (shit. No. Aether. He was called Aether now.) or maybe it was Rain who stumbled upon this little scene of Dew at their former frontmanβs sideβ either way. Whoever it was was probably going to try and ask him if he was okay. Tell him what Papa would have wanted him to know, or tell him itβs just how human life goes. And he wants to hear none of it. Dewdrop turns and rises with every intent to spit venom at the intruderβ but his gaze is lead up and up, higher than Aetherβs head, higher than Rainβs, just under that of Mountainβs stature before his eyes meet the mismatched opals of Vitale Emeritus. Not alive, but full of color and power of spirit.
Oh fuck he misses being empty.
In an instant Dewβs slim shoulders began to shake and his traitorous eyes feel hot in his skull. No way. There is no fucking way! But he still reaches out, desperately clawing. He canβt stop himself at this point. β Vitale? β
His touch passes through -- but thereβs a shock of warmth as the energy passes -- and thatβs more than anything Vitale could claim heβd been expecting.Β How can it be !Β No one else has heard his voice, no one else has felt his touch -- not a single soul has seen him.Β Not a single adoring fan, not his father or any of the other ghouls, as far as he can tell -- so ... why ?Β He stands there -- ethereal and of another world, beyond.Β Β
Not in the same way as Dewdrop, if the hand that passes through him entirely is anything to go by.Β Connection is a tendril, a thin and difficult thing.Β When Dew surges forward, he passes bodily threw him.Β ( He can see the way he trembles and shakes and OH he longs to soothe the distress in every line of his beloveds body !Β How cruel. )Β
There is a hesitation to be had -- he holds out a hand but doesnβt REACH, speaks low and dulcet into the quiet.Β The whole room holds itβs breath, as though the walls themselves await the answer.Β Β β You can see me -- can you hear me ... dew?Β βΒ Eyes are low-lidded and soft -- he wonders how he appears, how solid -- or not -- he seems.Β How not of this world.Β Β
Thereβs too much unsaid, too much he needed to say !Β He canβt say them now.Β He canβt -- but how they beat at the cage of his chest.Β There are a number of things he could theorize -- the first though, the first, is that it is a blessing.Β And he gives thanks.Β He could WEEP with the relief.Β Β ( The second is that they share some CONNECTION -- from the covenant, from whatever covenant INTENT alone may have bound them in -- he doesnβt know the delicate intricacies of that craft ... it isnβt his to know perfectly. )Β
He wants to reach, to pull him into his arms, to hold and cherish him -- he forces himself to move without haste, to focus on the action as he rests his palm against Dewβs and succeeds.Β Β Β β Yes...yes, itβs me.Β βΒ
germansingergirl
blakekathryn
dailybridgerton
areudirty
prguitarman
2087
ellievsbear