By the same token, Vergilius, some words are meant to be spoken. How can we communicate if we never speak to one another?
[Lobelia is shaking when he pulls back from the hug just enough to look Vergilius in the eye. This horrible feeling settles in him again, this bone-deep fear. Even so...]
...Even if you only speak them once, I want to hear how it is you feel with my own ears. S'il te plaît, Vergilius.
[He feels like someone has put a bright spotlight onto him. A magnifying glass to burn him away. His hands are trembling now, caught between his kneejerk reflexes to turn and leave and deny and the need to just get it over with, now.]
[But how does he feel? Does he actually even know. Lobelia wants to hear it. Irritating, hateful, impossible Lobelia. He's shaking, too. Vegilius wants to stop him from shaking. Who is making you shake, so? Ah, of course its him.]
[If I give word to it, if I make it real, then that will seal his fate. Then I'll have to turn and stare at the sun until it burns out my eyes or burns out himself. The flow will carry on. He will be swept up in the current. That is that, and this is this.]
[And then Lobelia's words suddenly come, as easy as anything.]
[Humans are hypocritical creatures by virtue of their very being. Moreover, you are a hypocrite. You may not want to hold others close to your heart, but refusing to acknowledge that you have does not make those feelings simply disappear.]
I think you're the most infuriating person I ever met.
[A beat.]
You're a murderer. You've caused more harm than anyone can even count on both hands. Your sins are innumerable. Your attitude is so horrid as to grate on everyone you encounter. You're frivolous, messy, and selfish. I could go on for eternity.
[His hands are shaking, words toppling out like broken shards. He hopes it all cuts his own heart and he bleeds out for good.]
And I say eternity, because I promised you that. And I wouldn't promise anyone that. Not just anyone. Because as much as you're the most infuriating person in the world, you're mine. I made that oath with you because I love you, you empty-brained magician. I haven't said it because I'm scared, I-I'm terrified, yes, but you know what? Fuck it all. I love you.
[He expects the admonishments. Every vile thing that exists could be likened to him, no sin too great for someone like Lobelia to commit. He weathers every insult with ease, used to hearing nothing but the worst of himself when others feel it necessary to comment on his character. They're right, of course... even Vergilius.
Even Vergilius who, against all odds, speaks the words he deserves to hear... and ones he doesn't. Ones he has no right hearing despite having desperately yearned to hear them. I love you. I love you so much it hurts like hell.]
...
[Happy. He should be happy, overwhelmingly so, but there's another feeling flooding through his system once Vergilius' words fully sink in. It's a beautiful day in hell, the skies as clear blue and pristine as always, and yet it's raining. Strange how the rain has chosen to fall only on his face, but that's life sometimes, isn't it? It's only when Lobelia finally opens his mouth to speak, the words cracking in his throat, that he realizes he's crying. It's been years. So many, many years, since he's shed even a single tear. Right now, he can hardly see through the deluge of them.]
...You're more than I deserve, but there's no one I covet more than you. I can count the people I've loved on one hand with fingers to spare. Vergilius... You forgave me for repeating the same mistake that cost me my dear Maman and Papa all those years ago.
I can't atone for the sins of my past, but I can resist committing more. Je t'aime. Je t'aimerai toujours. A partir de maintenant dans l'éternité. Don't be afraid, Vergilius. No matter where we may go from now on, we'll go together. You don't have to be alone anymore. Je promets.
[And neither do I. With that, Lobelia seals his promise to Vergilius with a kiss.]
["You're more than I deserve, but there's no one I covet more than you." Good to know they belong to the same club, though Vergilius would outwardly say that nobody deserves to deal with Lobelia. Only he could. And perhaps at the time he made that oath, he was outwardly thinking about sparing everyone else from the man, but something had already been there. A paradoxical seed. After everything thay had happened, it shouldn't have grown, but their first tryst, even as violent as it was, planted something that could never be extracted.]
[He sees the tears streaming down his face with some confused surprise, blinking. Lobelia has...never cried. His hand moves around to cup at his cheek, attempting to wipe away those tears with his thumb. More come. He can't dry them all.]
[But at least they can share in this terrible so-called burden called love.]
[You won't have to be alone anymore.]
[Why are his red eyes watery now...?]
[Lobelia kisses him, and he kisses him back, as easy as anything.]
Same for you. [Another kiss, a sigh. That needle in his heart has been removed. The world has not collapsed because of his admission. They're both here. Two sinners, unto hell.] You won't have to be alone anymore.
[What a terrible, dreadful burden love is. Lobelia can finally understand a bit of Vergilius' reluctance to let others in close to his heart. Committed to the idea of never letting this man go and following him from one hell to the next, Lobelia never truly considered what it might feel like to lose him.
This is the cost of love, isn't it? This potent, nascent fear that may never leave him. There may come a day when Vergilius goes somewhere he can't follow, and when that day comes, the pain will be immeasurable. Even knowing that, will Lobelia love him any less? Will he cut the cord between them and favor a lifetime of loneliness over the promise of a broken heart?
...Lobelia sucks down a ragged, shaking breath. One after the next after the next between kisses that he eagerly returns. A lifetime of tears can't easily be staunched, but he wants to hear every word Vergilius speaks. All of them, such treasured things, even without his favored conchs on hand to record them for posterity. Fleeting as life is, perhaps it's only natural that the potency of Vergilius' words are fated to fade in time.]
...I'm going to hold you to that, Vergilius. Remember that your life is mine, and mine yours. So long as I have you, I won't be afraid. Rather... I won't let that fear win.
[All he's ever wanted was a love that wouldn't quit. He had that once and destroyed it. Never again. I'll never again repeat my mistakes. Love is worth more than happiness, the pain well worth bearing.]
[Unfortunately, there is a reality here inherent to their age - at some point, Vergilius will have to leave this world first. Even if he takes care of himself, there's not much they can do to change that. But perhaps, even without that, there's always a risk. Loss will happen. They cannot live forever. Whether its tomorrow, or ten years from now, or half a decade down the line, it will end.]
[But at least their hearts can bloom together for a moment, and partake in each other's company, and that's all they can do.]
[He kisses over the other's face, drying up those tears. As much as it is a surprise, he doesn't think he particularly wants to see them on Lobelia's face again. Better a wrinkle of the nose or a pout than this.]
[Lobelia's happiness is now his responsibility too.]
[Those vivid red eyes crinkle, something gentle within those piercing lights.]
[Blessedly, those tears subside under the warm, calloused touch of Vergilius' hands. How can he continue to cry when he has all the assurance in the world that he'll be taken care of? For now, Lobelia would rather celebrate what they have now than mourn an uncertain future.
Whether they have decades, months or days left to be with one another, Lobelia will treat each like the last and the first. Never again will he make the mistake of letting someone he loves slip through his fingers. Never will he hurt Vergilius... unless he wants that. You know, because he's a bit of a freak.
Drawing in a long, deep breath, Lobelia straightens up and smacks his cheeks. Happy! He's happy!! No more spilling tears. Once a smile spreads across his lips, it's impossible not to let loose a jovial laugh, snatching up Vergilius' hands to squeeze them tightly in his own.]
That wasn't so hard, was it? You're a naturel, Vergilius! A true poet if ever there was one.
[He's not used to compliments. He probably will never be fully used to them. Lobelia will just have to try his darnedest to make him at least start tolerating them. They have a whole life together just for that.]
[He lets out a little tired sigh, but tinged with fondness, as the man grasps his hands. There's a smile. No more tears. No more if he can help it.]
....It was very hard. [He admits.] But I...don't regret saying it.
[Vergilius will get used to the torrential downpour of Lobelia's compliments... eventually, probably. For the time being, he'll warm him up slowly and try his best not to embarrass him on a regular basis, tempting as it is.
His grin only broadens, idly swinging their hands back and forth between them.]
Je suis fier de toi. It means more to me than I can express through words alone... ah, but that was your point, non? Actions are just as important.
[He's learned something(?) It's a Christmas miracle.]
[He nods, eyes flitting to the other's face, staring down at his lips. He's hearing the words, but they don't register quite yet. He's too distracted by the urge to bend down and kiss him again.]
[So he does.]
Mm. [Another sigh, yet he's not pulling back.] What was that?
[Is someone distracted? He won't make his observation too obvious by giving it away with a laugh, but Lobelia leaves that kiss with pursed lips, fighting to contain it. Hehe. Hehehe.]
What indeed? You know how I detest those who don't pay attention to my words, Vergilius. Why don't you give me another kiss while I decide whether it's worth repeating myself?
[Lobelia can't contain his mirth under that deluge of kisses, peals of laughter pushing past his lips. It's so rare that Lobelia's laughter rings without a single trace of malice behind it, but he's nothing if not happy right now. Happy, happy, happy. He squeezes Vergilius' hands in his own like the precious treasures they are.]
Oui, oui! I'll have to do my utmost to learn from your example, won't I? Ah, but I have much to learn, so teach me well! S'il vous plaît!
[It's his turn to steal a kiss, much too pleased with himself when he does. Kisses are better than murder? It's more likely than you think.]
Of course I am! Still, it would be foolish of me to claim that I know all there is to know.
[insulting his intelligence smh.................. but there's nothing in particular he needs Vergilius to do for him. Time and exposure will aid in understanding the man and his particular brand of affection, just as it has with understanding him in general.]
Mm... I am, without a doubt. [Lobelia knows this for a fact, but saying it aloud really drives the point home.] Je n'ai jamais été aussi heureux.
[Sometimes turning it off and on again really is the solution. For what it's worth, Lobelia is always happy to help Vergilius reorient his heart... so long as he'll simply respawn afterwards, that is.]
Heheh! You'll have to learn more of my language, won't you? I said that I've never been happier.
[And it feels like something neither of them deserve, and yet here they are. Slowly releasing Vergilius' hands, Lobelia folds him into an embrace once more. This time, his grip is certain and strong, no trembling to be felt.]
And yet it's as real as you or I. Dreamlike as it feels, I intend to make the most of it.
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[His eyes are flaring like never before. His words? His words?]
Is a man made of nothing more than his words, Lobelia?
[Haven't I shown you everything? But then, also. You haven't shown him everything, have you?]
[Again, that pang of fear, shaking to his core.]
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[Lobelia is shaking when he pulls back from the hug just enough to look Vergilius in the eye. This horrible feeling settles in him again, this bone-deep fear. Even so...]
...Even if you only speak them once, I want to hear how it is you feel with my own ears. S'il te plaît, Vergilius.
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[He feels like someone has put a bright spotlight onto him. A magnifying glass to burn him away. His hands are trembling now, caught between his kneejerk reflexes to turn and leave and deny and the need to just get it over with, now.]
[But how does he feel? Does he actually even know. Lobelia wants to hear it. Irritating, hateful, impossible Lobelia. He's shaking, too. Vegilius wants to stop him from shaking. Who is making you shake, so? Ah, of course its him.]
[He always causes problems like this, doesn't he? Irritating, hateful, impossible Vergilius.]
I...
[If I give word to it, if I make it real, then that will seal his fate. Then I'll have to turn and stare at the sun until it burns out my eyes or burns out himself. The flow will carry on. He will be swept up in the current. That is that, and this is this.]
[And then Lobelia's words suddenly come, as easy as anything.]
[Humans are hypocritical creatures by virtue of their very being. Moreover, you are a hypocrite. You may not want to hold others close to your heart, but refusing to acknowledge that you have does not make those feelings simply disappear.]
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[A beat.]
You're a murderer. You've caused more harm than anyone can even count on both hands. Your sins are innumerable. Your attitude is so horrid as to grate on everyone you encounter. You're frivolous, messy, and selfish. I could go on for eternity.
[His hands are shaking, words toppling out like broken shards. He hopes it all cuts his own heart and he bleeds out for good.]
And I say eternity, because I promised you that. And I wouldn't promise anyone that. Not just anyone. Because as much as you're the most infuriating person in the world, you're mine. I made that oath with you because I love you, you empty-brained magician. I haven't said it because I'm scared, I-I'm terrified, yes, but you know what? Fuck it all. I love you.
I love you so much it hurts like hell.
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Even Vergilius who, against all odds, speaks the words he deserves to hear... and ones he doesn't. Ones he has no right hearing despite having desperately yearned to hear them. I love you. I love you so much it hurts like hell.]
...
[Happy. He should be happy, overwhelmingly so, but there's another feeling flooding through his system once Vergilius' words fully sink in. It's a beautiful day in hell, the skies as clear blue and pristine as always, and yet it's raining. Strange how the rain has chosen to fall only on his face, but that's life sometimes, isn't it? It's only when Lobelia finally opens his mouth to speak, the words cracking in his throat, that he realizes he's crying. It's been years. So many, many years, since he's shed even a single tear. Right now, he can hardly see through the deluge of them.]
...You're more than I deserve, but there's no one I covet more than you. I can count the people I've loved on one hand with fingers to spare. Vergilius... You forgave me for repeating the same mistake that cost me my dear Maman and Papa all those years ago.
I can't atone for the sins of my past, but I can resist committing more. Je t'aime. Je t'aimerai toujours. A partir de maintenant dans l'éternité. Don't be afraid, Vergilius. No matter where we may go from now on, we'll go together. You don't have to be alone anymore. Je promets.
[And neither do I. With that, Lobelia seals his promise to Vergilius with a kiss.]
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[He sees the tears streaming down his face with some confused surprise, blinking. Lobelia has...never cried. His hand moves around to cup at his cheek, attempting to wipe away those tears with his thumb. More come. He can't dry them all.]
[But at least they can share in this terrible so-called burden called love.]
[You won't have to be alone anymore.]
[Why are his red eyes watery now...?]
[Lobelia kisses him, and he kisses him back, as easy as anything.]
Same for you. [Another kiss, a sigh. That needle in his heart has been removed. The world has not collapsed because of his admission. They're both here. Two sinners, unto hell.] You won't have to be alone anymore.
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This is the cost of love, isn't it? This potent, nascent fear that may never leave him. There may come a day when Vergilius goes somewhere he can't follow, and when that day comes, the pain will be immeasurable. Even knowing that, will Lobelia love him any less? Will he cut the cord between them and favor a lifetime of loneliness over the promise of a broken heart?
...Lobelia sucks down a ragged, shaking breath. One after the next after the next between kisses that he eagerly returns. A lifetime of tears can't easily be staunched, but he wants to hear every word Vergilius speaks. All of them, such treasured things, even without his favored conchs on hand to record them for posterity. Fleeting as life is, perhaps it's only natural that the potency of Vergilius' words are fated to fade in time.]
...I'm going to hold you to that, Vergilius. Remember that your life is mine, and mine yours. So long as I have you, I won't be afraid. Rather... I won't let that fear win.
[All he's ever wanted was a love that wouldn't quit. He had that once and destroyed it. Never again. I'll never again repeat my mistakes. Love is worth more than happiness, the pain well worth bearing.]
I love you, Vergilius, from now unto hell.
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[But at least their hearts can bloom together for a moment, and partake in each other's company, and that's all they can do.]
[He kisses over the other's face, drying up those tears. As much as it is a surprise, he doesn't think he particularly wants to see them on Lobelia's face again. Better a wrinkle of the nose or a pout than this.]
[Lobelia's happiness is now his responsibility too.]
[Those vivid red eyes crinkle, something gentle within those piercing lights.]
I love you, Lobelia, from now unto hell.
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Whether they have decades, months or days left to be with one another, Lobelia will treat each like the last and the first. Never again will he make the mistake of letting someone he loves slip through his fingers. Never will he hurt Vergilius... unless he wants that. You know, because he's a bit of a freak.
Drawing in a long, deep breath, Lobelia straightens up and smacks his cheeks. Happy! He's happy!! No more spilling tears. Once a smile spreads across his lips, it's impossible not to let loose a jovial laugh, snatching up Vergilius' hands to squeeze them tightly in his own.]
That wasn't so hard, was it? You're a naturel, Vergilius! A true poet if ever there was one.
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[He's not used to compliments. He probably will never be fully used to them. Lobelia will just have to try his darnedest to make him at least start tolerating them. They have a whole life together just for that.]
[He lets out a little tired sigh, but tinged with fondness, as the man grasps his hands. There's a smile. No more tears. No more if he can help it.]
....It was very hard. [He admits.] But I...don't regret saying it.
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His grin only broadens, idly swinging their hands back and forth between them.]
Je suis fier de toi. It means more to me than I can express through words alone... ah, but that was your point, non? Actions are just as important.
[He's learned something(?) It's a Christmas miracle.]
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[He nods, eyes flitting to the other's face, staring down at his lips. He's hearing the words, but they don't register quite yet. He's too distracted by the urge to bend down and kiss him again.]
[So he does.]
Mm. [Another sigh, yet he's not pulling back.] What was that?
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[Is someone distracted? He won't make his observation too obvious by giving it away with a laugh, but Lobelia leaves that kiss with pursed lips, fighting to contain it. Hehe. Hehehe.]
What indeed? You know how I detest those who don't pay attention to my words, Vergilius. Why don't you give me another kiss while I decide whether it's worth repeating myself?
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[Yeah, sure, another kiss for him, capped off with a little pleased huff.]
Actions and all that. [One more kiss for good measure.] They're important.
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Oui, oui! I'll have to do my utmost to learn from your example, won't I? Ah, but I have much to learn, so teach me well! S'il vous plaît!
[It's his turn to steal a kiss, much too pleased with himself when he does. Kisses are better than murder? It's more likely than you think.]
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[But sure. He's already taught him, he'll teach him again. Even with kisses. Put down the sword, kiss a Frenchman. All in a day's work.]
[There's a happy rumble in his throat at the kiss, like a big cat purring.]
Hey. [A pause, if just to brush nose against nose, holding the other's hands gently.] Are you happy?
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[insulting his intelligence smh.................. but there's nothing in particular he needs Vergilius to do for him. Time and exposure will aid in understanding the man and his particular brand of affection, just as it has with understanding him in general.]
Mm... I am, without a doubt. [Lobelia knows this for a fact, but saying it aloud really drives the point home.] Je n'ai jamais été aussi heureux.
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[LOBELIA HAS CHANGED!!!!!]
[Or basically, they made each other worse and better. At this time, holding Lobelia, Vergilius would say he feels better.]
[Funny how having your heart pulled out will change things in your life.]
I have no idea what you just said. But I'll take that especially as a resounding "yes".
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Heheh! You'll have to learn more of my language, won't you? I said that I've never been happier.
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[A little pause.]
Good. [That's good. He's happy. He's also happy. It feels so strange....] Ah. It feels like a dream.
[This feels too good to be true.]
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[And it feels like something neither of them deserve, and yet here they are. Slowly releasing Vergilius' hands, Lobelia folds him into an embrace once more. This time, his grip is certain and strong, no trembling to be felt.]
And yet it's as real as you or I. Dreamlike as it feels, I intend to make the most of it.