I've (stupidly) gone and started another fanfic. But I love music, I love SP, so... Let us begin.
I'm not sure how often I'll update this, but there are loads of songfics I wanna get round to writing.
It would be a good idea to listen to the song featured in each chapter before/whilst reading. :)
See you Again- Wiz Khalifa ft Charlie Puth
Skulduggery walked slowly into the cemetery behind the Sanctuary. The war against the Supreme Council had concluded, with Ireland being named victorious. Darquesse had shown up, but had soon gone. Valkyrie had gone.
This was the first moment Skulduggery had gained for himself. This was the first moment where he wasn't rushing around, trying to salvage something out of nothing, trying to work miracles for the naive sorcerers around him. Trying to ignore the pain in his metaphorical heart. Not just because of the loss of his partner, but because of the loss of two of his friends.
Skulduggery walked slowly to the two large, ornate headstones in the middle of the graveyard, placed in an area that was isolated to the others. The graves of Ghastly Bespoke and Anton Shudder stood tall. Noble. Like the men buried beneath them.
Skulduggery spent a moment paying his respects to Anton, but moved swiftly on to the grave of his best friend. It was not out of disrespect, but Skulduggery had been closer to Ghastly than he had to Anton. His death had saddened him more. Ghastly had been his closest and oldest friend.
Had been. Not any more.
Ghastly was gone now. Taken by someone that Skulduggery had once classed as a friend as well. Erskine Ravel. The traitor.
Skulduggery sighed. It had been a long day. Valkyrie was gone. But they'd won the war. They'd come a long way from where they'd began.
Skulduggery wished Ghastly was here. Technically, Ghastly should have been one of the people leading them to victory, being an Elder. He should have been celebrating this moment, sipping champagne in Ravel's office. But no. He was lying six feet under the cold hard dirt.
They'd had a lot of laughs together. Some classic moments. Ghastly had been there since Skulduggery was a child. He'd been there for it all. For everything Skulduggery had been through, Ghastly had been standing there by his side. On his wedding day, Ghastly had been the best man. After the birth of his child, Ghastly had been named the godfather. The list was long.
But not endless. For Ghastly's life had come to an end. He had been like family to Skulduggery. A brother. What had started out as friendship had turned into a bond. A strong bond, which would never be broken. The brotherhood would never falter. Not even through death.
Skulduggery would never forget Ghastly. Never. He was going to cherish every memory he had of his friend for the rest of his empty life.
Skulduggery knelt by the tombstone. He stroked the top, wiping away remnants of dirt and moss, his gloved hand trembling slightly.
"It's been a long day without you, my friend," he said softly, hollowly. "And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again."