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[anotherlostmoth]

I love the idea of two lovers, one unable to die, a curse. The other, a normal life, graced by death itself. I’ve always seen the idea, one I fell in love with myself. The immortal seeking their beloved in every life; to fall in love with them again, and their love, falling for them again, for their first time.

Just need ideas to expand on the thought, yknow? A good story. Something more than one lover always finding their reborn soulmate, only to love again, and watch them crumble again into death’s embrace.

[anotherlostmoth]

This is just like, a short story that I’ve had in my head, literally living rent free, so I’m just making a small story that manifest itself into my head. It’s pretty long lmao uhm. It’s messy, probably not the best, nor like, uh, I dunno.

Enjoy pretty please - this if my first time posting a story, or anything really

Yay

“Sleep in my arms once more.”

1:24, am. That’s the time that the rain had started to pour down, the rain hit everything, whatever it could reach, which was everything. The rain didn’t leave anything untouched, making that soft pits and pats as the fat drops of water fell.

Shielded by the rain, a man laid in his room. His body rested over his sheets, his forearm draped over his face.

Sleep was a gift to all, one that was blessed among all at night. Some would take it, others would set it aside, or even throw it out the window. But sometimes that gift wasn’t given to some quick enough, or at all. And he was one that hadn’t been blessed with sleep. Due to that, he lays in bed, waiting for time to pass, waiting for the sun to rise and dance in the sky. Yet at the same time, he would dread to see the bright smile of the sun.

A soft knock echoed on the wood of his door. It caused him to jolt. The numbness that once grasped his body had just vanished.

“Still awake?” A soft voice chuckled from the doorway. It was a voice he longed for, one that relaxed his once sped up heart.

“Uh, yuppers. Couldn’t sleep.” He replied gently, loud enough to be heard.

“Again?”

“You know how it is.”

“Course.” The other voice had a small smile as they stepped inside his room. They trotted over to his bedside. It took him a moment to adjust to the light, to see his beloved.

His eyes finally adjusted, letting his eyes finally serve their purpose, to see, to see the man he loved most. A face cleared up to him, those soft brown curls that fell from his head. A pretty smile he wore.

“Sleepy or not letting yourself sleep, hm?” He asked softly.

“..Both.”

“Cmon Elin, you can’t keep doing this.” His voice spoke of worry. Elin felt a small frown on his lips, he let a sigh slip out.

“I know- I just-“ he was caught off by surprise.

“Oliver, what are you doing?” Elin asked with a raised eyebrow as he watched his beloved crawl into bed with him.

“Helping my sleep deprived lover sleep.” He glared up at him, causing him to shut up. Oliver settled on top of him, his face resting on his chest. Elin let out a carried out exhale, his chest followed. It was quiet now, the thoughts. The two laid, their gentle breaths, their hearts, it was In sync. Elin finally noticed the rain, hearing how harsh it grew. He was thankful for not being out.

The rain seemed angry in this early morning, he wondered why.

“Elin?” Oliver hummed, not in question, just to grab his attention.

“I love you.” He said proudly. Elin felt his heart melt.

“I love you most.

The two were content. With Oliver’s weight on him, to hear his breathing, it eased him. He lifted an arm to drape over his lover. Oliver had already settled in comfortably, not moving. Elin’s once restless night had turned into a peaceful one. Maybe sleep didn’t give him with ease, but the one who lay on him truly did. The two were in ease, slipping into their own rest.

The rain outside was harsh and heavy, the rain bounced off metal of their cars. The rain pounced on the concrete of the sidewalks and driveways. The rain coated the plants. The window to his room was shielded by his curtains, big black curtains. He had bought them to specifically block out sunlight. Elin slipped into the warm embrace of rest, his eyes shut.

“Wake up.” Oliver’s voice then spoke, it sounded.. wrong, distant. It made his blood run cold.

“What..?”

“Wake up, Memory.”

His eyes sprung open.

“OLIVER?!” His voice screamed out. He was hyperventilating, his chest rose and fell quickly, his eyes crazed as he looked around for his lover.

A gentle hand was placed on his cheek. His gaze snapped down. Dread stabbed into his stomach, he could feel the blade of dread and horror rip his flesh apart, ripping his guts out for display.

“I’m here baby.. I’m here..” Oliver spoke gently, a smile hidden behind his balaclava. Elin let out a cry of horror to see his lover laying in his arms, a slash embedded into his chest, one that was bound to rip his life. With shaky hands, he grabbed ahold of his lover’s balaclava and pulled it off.

“Oliver- please, holy fuck.” He breathed out in horror. His shaky hands gently cupped his lover’s face. Oliver leaned into his hands, a weak smile on his lips. Blood adored his fingers. Oliver slowly lifted a hand, pressing it against his waist. In response, he let out a strangled grasp. He quickly looked down to see what caused him pain.

“…Oliver.” His voice barely audible. His waist had its own embedded wound. A large chunk of his flesh was just missing, as if a mouse had chewed it off.

“Uh huh uh.. an explosion for my explosive boyfriend, and a uh.. good stabbn’ for me.” Oliver wheezed out with a small chuckle. Elin quickly looked back to his lover’s face. He didn’t know what was damn amusing in this. His lover realized this, of course he did. Elin’s hand was grasped gently, feeling fingers intertwined with his.

“I’m here baby.” Oliver cooed gently.

“I’m here.” Elin uttered out.

The two stared into each other’s eyes, Elin’s dark brown eyes filled with distraught and anger. Oliver’s pretty blue eyes filled of love and warmth.

Elin’s back was pressed against the wall of a fallen building, holding his lover in his arms. Oliver was held safely in his arms, his face pressed against his gear.

“Fuck- fucking shit.” Elin cursed in disgust. He hissed as he ripped his gear and vest off, he threw them aside to make room. Oliver let out a small chuckle, he loved to see him so mad, even in this moment. The two snuggled up closer, soaking up each other’s warmth. Elin held his Oliver close, not wanting to let him go. All he wanted in this moment was to feel his body in his arms. To feel his weight.

“I love you.”

“I love you most.” It was Oliver who finished it now. Oliver smirked up, his eyes holding the same love they did when the two first met. He gently lifted him closer, causing small grunt of pain from Oliver. But the two got closer, Oliver ripped Elin’s balaclava off now, throwing it off to god knows where, it’s not like he’d need it. The two pressed their foreheads against another. Their eyes stared into each others.

“You look silly like this.” Elin spoke.

“Im beautiful, the fuck you mean.”

“..Beautifully silly.”

“Shut up.”

“Yes Sir.”

Oliver smiled at Elin, he smiled back. The two settled in comfortably with another. Well, Oliver laid on Elin, resting and sprawling out like a big cat. But he welcomed it, he always did.

The two were intertwined with another, their hand still locked. Their bodies bled, bled out for death to claim. But death didn’t scare the two, as long as they went down with the other. There was many unspoken feelings, unspoken words, ungiven engagement rings, an undid wedding.

But, they rested together, Oliver in Elin’s chest. Just like how it was supposed to be.

A soft drop of rain dripped down.