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Jimmy was gasping up at the air as his breaths slowly dwindled, just trying to capture more and more so the next breath wouldn’t be the final one. He kept a hand firmly on where an arrow was firmly set down into his skin. Sand and his own blood covered the last bit of him, and he was just alone .
He could feel his tears rolling down his face as breathing became more and more difficult, he was all alone in the bunker that he was dying in, and it hurt more than the impending death on his skin.
The war had moved onto a different area he could tell, he couldn’t hear the shouts of the other side or the clanging of metal, but he also couldn’t hear Grian or Scott, well he had heard Grian die by the hand of Martyn, and Scott, his lovely husband, he had witnessed an arrow go straight through his throat.
He couldn’t help but wonder where his darling husband was now.
He always thought that he would die in the arms of the fae, either from his own cause or of old age.
He knew that one of those was silly, he was in a death game, you didn’t just get old in one of those.
Not ever.
His eyes started to slowly shut, they were starting to blur.
If it was from the tears or from the lack of blood he wasn’t sure.
He let out a heavy breath as a yellow canary buried in his hair started to rest over his face covering it from the blistering sun.
Huh
Where did those come from
He couldn’t help but think before his simple thoughts were being dragged off by the heart broken scream of Scott.
“Jimmy!” Scott sobbed out, falling by the now canary’s side, pulling him up into his lap, “hold on, I- I can help you, I can fix this” he spoke quickly causing his voice to waver as tears threatened to fall from his eyes that Jimmy could swear held all of the worlds stars in them.
“Sc-ott, pet-al” Jimmy’s words were broken and his voice was weak as he slowly reached his hand up and cupped Scott’s face, blood smearing across the cyanettes skin, tainting it, leaving a mark that would last the ages.
“Jimmy” Scott whispered, stopping all of his movement with trying to find a health potion, a health potion he didn’t have, before his hand shakily went to hold the hand on his cheek, the tears starting to fall.
Oh how Jimmy hated to see the one he loved more than anything crying like that, how he wished he could make it stop.
If only he could make it stop .
“Am I- dying?” was all he could say instead, all he could fester up, he couldn’t comfort his crying husband, he couldn’t tell him that he was going to be alright, that it was all going to be, all he could ask was if he was dying.
Scott sniffled before resting his forehead against Jimmy and forced a smile, Jimmy noticed that Scott was now also covered in blood, his blood, he may have always loved the colour red, but that red was the reason why his Star was crying, the time that red was the issue.
“You're going home” Scott said gently, holding Jimmy’s body close to him, before pressing their lips together in one final sweet kiss.
Home .
The thought echoed in Jimmy’s brain before he smiled lightly.
He liked home.
Home was his grotto of flowers that was his and Scott’s.
Home was waking up in Scott’s bed.
Waking up and seeing stunning blue eyes, a soft smile that always spoke the most beautiful words.
Home was making fresh cookies as Scott fed the cows.
Home was Scott .
He couldn’t wait to get back home.
Home to the peace.
The peace of his poppy.
And as he took his final breath he could already see it.
The rows of flowers.
Wheat growing neatly.
Sheep singing so loudly.
The bees buzzed by.
The walls back to their original wooden start with vines and moss growing all over it.
Sure for now he was alone.
For now it was just him, but that gave him time to make everything perfect for when Scott came back home.
Scott.
The fae that was now holding his dead husband closer than ever as he just sobbed his heart out.
A thing Jimmy missed.
Something Jimmy would never know about as he awaits him.
As he waits to pick up and spin his husband around.
To kiss him again.
To live the life they have always dreamed of.