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The night felt cold and dark.
The Immortal Man sighed from his place on the shelves, unable to sleep. He was caught up observing the Morbid Romantic, who was asleep on the couch, with a careful gaze. He watched as the other stirred, before slipping back into rest. This process went on for a while. The Romantic stirred, stopped, and repeated. There was one moment where the Immortal Man thought it was over, that the Romantic was finally off into a peaceful sleep.
That thought lasted approximately 2 seconds.
Edgar stirred again, only this time, he didn’t fall back into peace. In fact, his sleep seemed to become more restless before he awoke with a sharp gasp.
“AGH-!”
He shot up in a panic, clutching his chest with his functioning hand. Yakob dropped from the shelves and hurried to his side. Edgar panted heavily, his eyes darting around before locking onto the Immortal Man.
“Oh- Love-!” Edgar choked as he grabbed onto Yakob, slightly trembling. “Hey, hey-“ Yakob held him close, looping his arms around the Romantic, who reciprocated almost aggressively. They sat there for a while, just the two of them in that empty office, no words being spoken between them, just the soft sound of Edgar weeping in Yakob’s arms. Moonlight seeped through the curtain, illuminating the pair in the dark.
“What happened..?” Yakob finally spoke, reeling back slightly to get a clearer look at the man in front of him. “Oh- love..-“ Edgar spoke quietly, tears still present in his eyes, “these- these terrors.. oh these terrors!”. He grabbed tighter, his eyes unable to focus. The romantic was trembling, keeping his grip tight.
“Nightmares again..?” Yakob asked softly. “Oh Yakob- love- I dreamt that I’d lost you—! Those horrors-“, the Romantic spoke fearfully, “those horrors- they got to you-“.
“Hey, Edgar..” Yakob whispered, moving back in close to him, “I’m here, I’m here. They can’t hurt you”. Edgar nodded slowly and nestled into the crook of Yakob’s neck.
The world felt so still, and Edgar felt as if he could feel every bit of his hand being eaten away, a little at a time. The Immortal Man gazed upon that hand, the decaying flesh dark and sunken under the moonlight. He held that hand in his own. Dead and cold. The Morbid Romantic’s trembling died down in his arms, reduced to small, hushed sobs.
“Love.. promise you won’t leave..?” Edgar asked, his voice low and weak. “Promise.” Yakob responded, kissing his forehead. “We’ll live forever, did you forget? We’re immortal”. The Morbid Romantic sniveled before smiling slightly, bringing his still living hand to hold the Immortal Man’s. “I love you..” Edgar said drowsily. “I love you too, Ed..” Yakob replied, running his free hand through the Romantic’s hair as he laid his head on the Immortal Man’s lap.
It didn’t take long for Edgar to fall asleep in Yakob’s embrace, and when he finally drifted off, he didn’t stir. The Immortal Man didn’t take long to follow suit, eventually dozing off with him.