A/N: Writing this because "Everlong" by "Foo Fighters" in acoustic is a beautiful, beautiful song when sung together, which I hope to be a fact that is never forgotten.
Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck. [But dear God if you do own Homestuck and you are reading this, know that I will find you.. and I will love you. That means you, Huss.]
Sometimes when Meulin found time to close her eyes and drift into oblivion, she allowed the memories to flood her senses and immerse her in bittersweet nostalgia.
She remembers lying on the floor of his room, on a conglomerate pile of blankets and pillows and old couch cushions they'd removed and dragged atop dirty, off-white carpet. The room was clouded with smoke, their heads were clouded with smoke, their thoughts were clouded with smoke. She'd look at him lying beside her through the haze, and focus on tracing all of his features with her mind. The dip between his forehead and his nose, his closed eye (she could only see one eye from her perspective, lying on his left side), the single bead of what may have been sweat rolling down his carefully painted face, the way his lips, paint smudged from all their kissing, moved while he sang along to the music-
and oh how he sang.
It was, to use his words, a motherfuckin miracle for her to hear. Rare and private were the moments he blessed her with his smooth, slow baritone beauty of a voice in melody. She'd still everything down to her very heartbeat to listen to it. She tried not to close her eyes, except every now and then in overwhelming bliss, so as to not miss a single expression on his face. The crease between his brows, the bob of the rounded bone in his throat (which she never could name), the pull of his wonderful soft lips over his white teeth, the shake of his wild, dark curls, the bass beating of the vein in his neck, pulsing visibly at her proximity. Their limbs were intimately tangled, his hand lazily running over her curves and drumming the fingers of his other hand against her bare back, her own fingers buried in his hair and other fingers gingerly rubbing his collarbone.
In this moment, she has never been happier with life.
His glassy, amethyst tinted eyes open heavily and he tilts his head towards her to watch wordlessly. He'd never had problems communicating his thoughts before, but in this moment, gazing straight at her, right through her, burning into her with an unrelenting stare.. he forced her to feel everything that he'd always wanted to tell her. Things she wasn't aware she already knew.
He presses his lips lovingly to hers, and then to her forehead, and then to the hand that lay on his chest. He continues singing. He grabs her leg and lays it over his abdomen and begins strumming it to the music, playfully pretending it was a guitar, and she giggles. She thinks about her life coming full circle, to this moment, and about the insignificance of the past and the future in comparison to this present, and how she wishes all her ships could have moments like this with their lovers, and she tried to feel sorry for them briefly, yet finds her eyes slipping closed in euphoria at her own unbelievable fortune.
They're drifting off to sleep together, and he leaves the music playing and she is grateful, because somehow they both know that once the music stops..
So does everything else.