Sacrifice AU (I think this is the AU you were asking for?)
Prompts are open!
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Diamonds glimmer in the sunrise, unbeaten from the constant rain that had been falling for hours and hours, despite the cloudless sky above. Raindrops spatter the sea and the diamonds, and the roof of the lonely house by the sea.
Dark walks steady, the tray in his hand balanced perfectly. The food steams, a little cloud trailing behind. In his other hand, his fingers fidget, a length of pink ribbon coiling between them. He couldn’t remember where he had found it, but as he reaches the dining hall, that thought hastily leaves his mind.
Author sits at the head of the table, staring out one of the windows all around him. The rainstorm streaks the glass, and chills the room frigid. Dark silently sets the tray of food in front of him, turning to leave before Author can see him.
“Wait,” Author rasps. Dark stops dead in his tracks, turning around slowly.
“Yes?” He wants to say more, but he knows it’s only wise to just say ‘yes’. The sound of falling rain fills the room with a haunting, echoing sound.
Author just stares. Dark sees eyes flicker to where he’s is holding the pink ribbon in his hands, and quickly hides it behind his back.
“How much do you remember?” Dark blinks, brows furrowing. What an odd question…
“Remember of what?”
Author slams his hands down on the table just as lighting strikes outside. Dark breathes, slowly, as the air becomes electrified.
“Of before all this! Or did I really, really take all of it? Do- ha, you probably don’t even know why you’re carrying that little ribbon, do you? Wilford?!”
Dark opens his mouth to answer, but Author stands. Hail beats violently on the windows.
“Do you remember Edward, Dark? The little doctor you pushed around so much? Always called him weak, unimportant- even just in your mind. His pretty copper eyes… remember him, Celine? Damien? Anyone in there?”
His heart thuds rapidly in his chest, but his feet refused to move as Author got closer, so close Dark could smell the faintest wisp of wine on his breath. That did nothing to assist his confusion- Edward? Celine? Damien? Wilford? He racks his memory, going through what few thoughts remin inside his head, trying to match the names to anything but shadows.
His mouth is oddly dry as he answers.
“No. I’m sorry, sir, I don’t.”
“Not even Edward? I can’t be the only one who mourns him…” Dark could see tears glimmering in Author’s eyes, “I don’t want to be alone! I don’t want to be alone! Not again, never again! Tell me you remember him, tell me you mourn him as I do!”
With a loud cry, Author throws the tray of food against the table, lightning striking in the ocean outside. Water on the glass begins to boil as the room heats up, and even though Dark can vaguely feel his suit lighting on fire, he doesn’t move a muscle.
Instead, he watches. Author bangs his fists against the glass walls, like a caged animal. Screaming for a second chance, like he does in most of the tantrums he had. The fire spreads up Dark’s legs and back, the pink ribbon igniting. Why did he collect pink things? The room turned red as a rose as the glass reflected the spreading fire of Author’s rage, heavy rain washing away the fires outside.
A huge crash ripped the room around them, and chunks of the ceiling begin to fall down around them. The open, cloudless sky still pours down rain, but the lightning flickers out. No thunder can be heard. As per usual, it stops as soon as it starts.
Author is curled in on himself, and even from where Dark stands, he can hear the desperate, creaking sobs Author lets out with every breath.
“Take the fucking tray away, Dark,” he chokes out. Without another question, Dark walks forward and takes the tray, letting the falling rain extinguish the last of the fire on his suit.
Without another word, he leaves Author alone in the rain, crying for redemption, crying about sacrifice, crying for Edward, like someone was listening.
In the hallway, Dark looks at the pink ribbon, as if it was something more than what it was.
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