The contract's in tatters.
The manor's in cinders
The pair has split a part.
The demon is crying.
The master is gone.
And so is the demon's heart.
A songfic for a beloved friend of mine who I... I have let go of again.
He isn't dead. But... I wish he was. Only because...
I think it would hurt less. Less than him wanting me gone...
Dark the stars and dark the moon,
Of every soul in England.
Every boy in Europe.
Every child in the world.
Why did it have to be him?
Hush the night and the morning loon,
He'd never found a soul that matched him quite the way this one did.
He'd never found a human that he truly enjoyed being with.
He'd never found a friend quite like him.
Tell the horses and beat on your drum,
London burned that night.
Reapers took up their scythes and did their duty.
And Sebastian focused on his.
Gone their master, gone their son,
He didn't think this was healthy.
Dark the oceans, dark the sky,
He'd wanted to be faithful to the boy.
Hush the whales and the ocean tide,
Faithful... to the contract.
Tell the salt marsh and beat on your drum,
But, of course, he couldn't have both.
Gone their master, gone their son,
He didn't think this was healthy.
Dark to light and light to dark,
But wasn't it time to let go?
Three black carriages, three white carts,
He was falling apart because of this.
What brings us together is what pulls us apart,
The decision was made, the deed was done, it was over.
Gone our brother, gone our heart.
He knew this wasn't healthy.
Hush the whales and the ocean tide,
Faithful... to the contract.
But, of course, he couldn't have both.
Tell the salt marsh and beat on your drum,
It was time to put it behind him.
To make sure it never happened again.
Their relationship had been everything but healthy.
Gone their master, gone their son,
It didn't matter, though, did it?
It was over.
