Chapter Text
Fount woke up in his bed, Healer clearly not around. It seemed as though the shards from the mirror had picked up, placed in a small bucket on his desk.
He shuffled out of the sheets, going to the door of Healer’s room, knocking on it gently.
“Healer?”
“Come in!” Healer shouted through the door.
Fount stepped in, sitting down on the bed beside him, noticing an open letter on the nightstand.
“Is that from your friends?”
“Oh, the letter…?”
“Yea.”
“Mhm. I wanted to let you know, Black Raisin said she needs me back.”
Black Raisin, huh? One of his friends' names, most likely.
“Oh. Have you at least gotten something to eat yet?”
“Not… Yet.”
Fount opened a portal, stepping into the kitchen to grab a basket of bread, passing it to Healer.
“Take it with you. I don't need it, and you don't need to pass out on the way just because you forgot to eat.”
Healer paused, then accepted the basket from Fount.
“Thanks, Fount.”
“Mhm. Were you about to leave…?”
“Yeah. Though, I would like it if you'd walk me down…”
Fount eagerly took Healer’s hand, silently guiding him through the Spire until they reached the gates.
“I'll write to you, okay?” Healer said, smiling, still not releasing Fount’s hand.
“...promise you'll come back?” Fount asked, reluctantly releasing his grip on Healer’s hand.
Healer kissed him on the cheek, “Promise.”
Fount flicked his ear, his face flushing a warm deep blue. Healer seemed totally oblivious, skipping off humming with his basket.
What just…
What just happened?
Oooooh, you're in love~.
Shut up.
I do think they're right. For once.
…screw both of you.
Fount opened a portal, stumbling through it and landing on his bed.
Why was he feeling like this…? He shouldn't…
…it was a nice feeling. He felt warm and fuzzy, and…
He wasn't supposed to feel like this, he was supposed to be focused on being the Fount of Knowledge. This was…wrong.
But at the same time…
“Ughhh…” he whined, pulling his knees up to his face.
It felt nice for Healer to just… treat him like a cookie. Despite clearly knowing he was the Fount of Knowledge.
Maybe that's why he felt like this. It's not like he fell in love or anything. He was just… glad Healer was kind to him. Nothing more than that. And even if it was, he wasn't allowed to have something like… that, anyway.
…
“He just wanted to be my friend anyways!” Fount shouted to the empty room, “even if I did feel… like that, he wouldn't want it!”
Fount, buddy, darling…
He quite literally kissed you, sweetie.
Okay well— I didn't kiss him! So—
Just because you didn't kiss him back doesn't mean you couldn't have feelings for him.
MHM! And, he walked away before you could've done anything, that's not the argument you think it is!
Why are you two ganging up on me?! You're supposed to be fighting each other or something!
You freaked out last time we did.
And it's PAINFULLY obvious you like him!
“I do not and you have no proof!”
We can hear your thoughts, Fount.
Plus, you're never this nice to anyone! Even your other ‘friends.’
Well— maybe, I just like him!
YOU ADMITTED IT. HE ADMITTED IT. TRUTH YOU HEARD HIM.
mhm. Heard him loud and clear.
NO—NO, YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT—
THAT WAS EXACTLY WHAT YOU MEANT.
Fount, there's nothing to be ashamed of…
You literally tell me I'm supposed to be the Fount of Knowledge above everything all the time.
Well… he does truly make you happy, and I've thought more about it with his presence. I think… it would be worth it to loosen up. Just a little.
…
Remember when he called you darling~?
“NO!”
You do.
Just be quiet…
Fine, fine, you already confessed to it, I have no need to pester you further… he’s all yours, Truth!
Mhm.
“Look… even if I did like… love him or whatever, it wouldn’t matter. I don’t… deserve it. It doesn’t matter if I were allowed to, I just… don’t deserve it. Even just as friends, it feels wrong. Please don’t force me to ‘love’ him. Not… like this.”
I understand. Just… don’t hurt yourself, alright?
“I wasn’t planning to or anything…”
Fount pushed himself back out of bed, sitting down to write.
…Even if he didn’t love Healer, maybe he could just let himself have a friend.
That was okay, right?
Even if he’d be gone eventually, it’s be nice to have a friend around.
…Whatever. It was unlikely Healer would come back. Maybe he’d write a couple letters, but that would probably be it. It was nothing to worry himself sick over.
Then again, Healer did seem genuinely fond of him. He’d… he’d come back.
He just had to trust him.