I wrote this fic in honor of Elliot's birthday! I love him a lot…and well I'm just going to sob over him for a few hours now ok?
Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts
"Elliot, why won't you wake up? It's your birthday today, isn't it? Why are you sleeping in on a day as important as today? How unbecoming of a noble."
Leo sighed happily; a small package was in his lap. He grinned down at his master as he spoke. "I know you said you didn't want any presents but what's the fun of a birthday without something to open?" The smile faltered a bit.
"You better like it. It was hard to find." Inside of the makeshift wrappings of the gift laid and unused copy of the final volume of Holy Knight. It was the last one in the store, and nearly impossible to find. And it was the thing Elliot wanted the most.
"It came out last month. I did everything in my power to stop you from finding out it was published. I wanted to be the one to give you it. I wanted to be the one that caused one of your beautiful smiles."
Elliot was beautiful, perfect even. The way his cobalt eyes would soften whenever the two were alone. Or that wonderful grin he had whenever it was sunny out. Just seeing you smile puts me perfectly at ease. When the two would play piano together, sometimes he would sing.
You really love this world, don't you Elliot? You really love living.
Occasionally, when Elliot thought Leo was too immersed in books, he would sit for hours just staring at his servant with the most foreign expression. A small smile was always present in those moments. His eyes held both friendship, and something more. Something much deeper, much more passionate and needy.
Of course Leo knew when he was being watched like this, but he would never bring it up. He enjoyed being the object of that gaze.
Grinning at the memories, the noirette spoke again.
"I brought you something else."
A single tear slipped from his left eye.
"I know your favorites are statices but…"
Another one fell.
"Our friendship started because of our mutual knowledge of the language of flowers."
They wouldn't stop falling. They couldn't stop falling.
"So I'm pretty sure you know what giving primroses to someone means."
A whimper escaped his lips.
"Eternal love…"
Leo was bent over shaking now. Rain poured from his shut eyelids. His voice was raspy and agonized. In front of him was a headstone inscribed, "Elliot Nightray."
"I was going to tell you today."
His gloves were being soaked with tears.
"But…you won't wake up for me to do so."