A/N: I was listening to the ten minute looped music box version of Lilium when this idea came to me. I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: Lilium is the property of the creators of Elfen Lied while Homestuck is by Andrew Hussie.
The sun started to set, resting wearily to make way for the night. The disk of red slowly slid under the horizon, letting the sky's colors fade away to leave nothing but black. He watched silently as the stars peeked their faces out, candles in the darkness.
Even with the beauty of the open night sky, he felt nothing. The wind he used to love just made him cold and numb. One simple melody replayed through his mind, a constant loop he was unable to escape from. The song haunted his dreams and tortured his awakened self.
It was the lullaby John had sang to him when he lay, dying in his arms.
The first boom resounded, sounding like the crack of thunder as the stars were outshined by a flash of blue. More colors lit up the monochrome backdrop, painting excitement and desperate artistry. Fireworks vied for his attention, but they were only distant flashes. Lilium…
He started to softly sing. It wasn't the first time he caught himself singing it, the words flowing from his mouth automatically. His voice was soft and lost underneath the constant bellows of the fireworks. Even so, it was the only thing he could hear.
'Oh how holy… how serene... how generous… How pleasant, oh pure lily…'
The last of the colors faded away, leaving only its red impression in John's mind. The crimson color that was his favorite; was of his eyes…
It was the color of his blood.
The stars twinkled on carelessly, providing their light. The moon hanging high in the sky reflected off of John's tears as they tracked down from his once lively cerulean eyes. The only thing left were pools of empty, flat blue.
As John looked without focus towards the direction of the cherry blossom tree they had planted together, he could make out a figure. The figure was beckoning to him, calling him forward. Pink petals fell slowly by glowing red eyes.
John mindlessly ran forward, trying to catch up. He could see him in all his perfection, pale white tendrils of translucent light rolling off his skin in waves. His hair shined a dark gold under the moon's light and John was easily captivated by that soft gaze. Dave looked at peace.
Dave glided forward slowly. John reached out to touch him, for reassurance. Dave just leaned in and brushed his lips against John's. John closed his eyes, feeling only a lingering cool breath, a passing wind.
The pink petals slowly danced through the air, replacing where he had just stood. They slowly settled on the ground, the universal symbol for love hurting his heart once more. He once again felt empty. Dave was gone.
His lover was gone.
John was alone.
