Pip watched Damien for days after their breakup as the other tried his damnedest to pretend nothing had changed in him. But the blonde knew differently- they'd known each other long enough for him to be able to tell when Damien was upset behind a mask of neutrality. What Pip hadn't seen coming was feeling such bottomless guilt at being the one who broke him.
What happened to the man who used to take me straight into misery?
I want you back and now I must admit it shames me- how could this be?
All of his recent thoughts had been fixated upon the raven, and were split between the past, getting him back, and the future he could be missing out on. It wasn't as if he'd forgotten the bad experiences that had occurred between them, but he thought maybe if they talked about it, they could try again with more communication and working it out. That was how other relationships were supposed to work, right? Why had they thought they could be any different? Well actually, Damien had done his best to work everything out while they were dating, but Pip had been blinded by his broken heart. And before then Damien had wanted to be popular, all the while Pip was working for friendship between the two of them.
Why weren't they ever on the same freaking page?
Tell me what's this desperation?
'Cause I don't recognize these chains.
I think I made a bad mistake.
He noticed the anti-Christ walking away from his macabre masterpiece, and saw his chance to approach. As he stepped closer, he had to concentrate on keeping his breathing as even as possible- who knew how pissed Damien was still?
His target looked up from cleaning and sharpening the devices that would never be found in the land of the living, and fixed Pip with an expression of surprise and minor resentment. "What are you doing here?" he asked, in a voice that sounded like a hiss and a growl combined. Pip gulped.
I must admit the grass looks so much greener on the other side.
Since you left I notice now I'm so much meaner- and it's something I think I like.
"I wanted to talk about what's happened concerning us, Damien. Mind if I sit down?" He whispered, coming close to losing his nerve. Damien made a sweeping gesture with his hand and moved over a little so Pip could sit down beside him. "I feel terrible about how everything happened and I…" he swallowed and tried again, "I want you back."
The hellspawn's eyes widened slightly, but other than that he made no indication he'd heard what the Englishman had said at all. "Damien please look at me." He cringed when the other lifted his dead gaze to meet his own pleading one.
"Tell me what's this desperation?
'Cause I don't recognize this change.
I think I made a bad mistake."
Damien now had something swimming in his obsidian orbs, and Pip took it as a sign to continue- a symbol for hope.
"I made a bad mistake,
Used to pray for space.
Drown in you one more time
And mend my wicked ways."
He felt another surge of hope when Damien smiled marginally at Pip's suggestion that he was holier than the Brit next to him. "I love you, Damien. I know I don't deserve your trust anymore but we both know that neither of us are completely innocent in the case that's been presented in our court.
"'Cause once I ran away;
I loved you since the day,
The day I broke your heart."
He wanted Damien to see the honesty in his eyes. He wanted him to hear the sincerity in his voice. He cautiously took one of boy's hands in his own, gazing at him, earnestly yearning for a second chance he knew he didn't warrant.
"It's more than I could take-
I loved you since the day,
The day we fell apart."
As Damien, the anti-Christ he had somehow, somewhere along the way fallen for stood up and motioned for Pip to do the same, he obeyed. But he wanted to say one more thing before let him Damien take over the conversation and make his decision.
"Now everything is coming undone
'Cause you are the chance I can't afford to waste;
I loved you since the day,
The day we fell apart."
With his argument made, he took the pause to breathe and await Damien's judgment.
