Just kinda felt like writing something after the latest chapter. Also, I'm sorry for the cliché title. I'm really bad at thinking of titles.
"O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!"He has never felt like this before.
For the first time in all three hundred years of his life, it feels like all is right in the world. There is only him and Mavis, his lips against hers, and everything is perfect. So perfect, that for a moment he forgets.
He isn't allowed this feeling.
The more he loves, the more the things around him die.
But it's alright, isn't it? Mavis is under the same curse. She is just as immortal as he is, just as trapped. But maybe together, it wouldn't be such a bad thing. After all, what could be better than living forever with the person you love? An eternity of blissful companionship. Right?
But he forgets that the world has never once worked in his favour.
The world has always always made sure to throw every shitty piece of misfortune his way. He should have learnt with what happened to his brother, really. The people he loves — and there are so few of them — always end up dead.
When her lips eventually still, he worries for a moment that he has done something wrong, that maybe she suddenly regrets kissing him. Maybe she doesn't actually like him that way and it was only in the spur of the moment that she had responded. He pulls away from her slowly, reluctantly, and braces himself for rejection. But what he sees is much worse.
Mavis' eyes are closed. She is resting limply in his arms, looking for all the world as if she is merely asleep. But she is too still — why hadn't he noticed it earlier? — and the telltale rise and fall of her chest that would indicate breathing is painfully absent.
"Mavis," he calls her name, shaking her desperately, trying in vain to wake her up even though deep inside he already knows. "Hey, wake up," he begs, "Please."
He knows, but he cannot accept it.
"Hey, you're doing it backwards, you know," he prattles helplessly. "The princess is supposed to wake up when the prince kisses her, right?"
Although technically he is a king. But then he's never really been the princely sort. No. He's more of the villain in this story, isn't he? So of course she wouldn't wake up for him right?
He hugs her body close, ignoring the tears that spill from his eyes.
Oh what he would give to see her vibrant smile again. But no matter what he does, it's useless, isn't it? Deep down he knows.
She is already dead.
He loved her.
He killed her.
Well that was kinda short and really depressing. Anyway hope you guys like it. Comment and let me know what you think :)