Word: Silence

Hello everyone! I sincerely apologize for disappearing for so long, and so close to the end! I had every intention of finishing this series in December/early January, but I was incredibly busy in December, then found writer's block in January, and haven't touched a single writing related thing until now! I apologize for the disappearance, but like I've said, I'm 100% finishing this series! That said, I'm a little out of practice, so this is very short, but more to come!

Death mentioned, Dakavendish/Cavota

500 words

He was used to silence.

It wasn't a stranger to him.

Not at all, no, in fact. Silence was his friend. Silence was someone he'd grown quite close to, walking hand in hand with. It was his friend, though it was quite a morbid friend, with the way he'd known it.

Usually, it replaced the soft sounds that were Cav talking, which filled the air pretty constantly (especially when he was angry with him). It was what followed after a calm, or gruesome death. It was there when he stood over Cav's body, debating on ways to save him, and it placed a hand on his shoulder as he took a moment to compose himself, tired of this game.

It's safe to say, Silence was a good friend to him.

Really, Dakota had begun to think that there was only one way that he could meet Silence. Following deaths. Or the drinks. It had really started to feel like that.

But then so much had happened, so many words exchanged for so long that he forgot what Silence sounded like.

Then it came back, in the background, of occasional stops in the supermarket where he realized that they were shopping for food because they lived together as a pair, or when the advertisement on the TV had a strange darkened silence at the end of it, and he saw their reflection in the dark TV, close to each other. It was in the background of quiet breakfast times, where they sipped coffee and exchanged sleepy kisses.

He hadn't really taken notice of the new kind of Silence, despite how strange and different it was from the Silence he was used to.

Now, sitting up in their shared bed, the softest of orange lights teasing its rays over the edge of the window, illuminating the barest parts of their shared bedroom, did he take notice of this new, and much more appreciated Silence. The first birds were just beginning their delicate melodies, the blanket on his side pooling around his ankles, as he held his knees to his chest, the other half of the blanket curled around his partner's shoulders as he breathed out a soft sigh.

It was a beautiful Silence, something he never thought he'd hear again. He watched his partner's breath with a wondrous smile. Usually, his Silence stole away his partner's breaths.

Now, they were just a soft background sound in a quiet Silence that had a background of beautiful noises he never would have imagined.

The sun struggled to climb its rope up higher, the room getting brighter, the birds louder. Silence tipped it's hat in farewell to Dakota as it stepped away, morning sounds now growing louder, though Bal's breaths were just as soft and quiet as ever.

Vincent pulled up the covers over his partner's shoulders just a little higher, listening to his quiet breaths, kissing his forehead.

"I love you."

If you've stuck with this series thus far, thank you so much for reading and waiting! I hope you have an absolutely brilliant morning/afternoon/evening/night, and have a moment to appreciate the outside, whether it's snowing, windy, sunny, or raining!