Bringers of Joy
Crystalline air danced in the pallid light. Pushing into itself. Getting weaker the longer it prevailed. Fading from sight. Uniting as one with its surroundings. Your fingers had long since grown accustom to the numbness. No glove or coat could shield you from the everlasting cold. Yet still. You remained. Frozen solid. Almost comparable to those blocks of ice. Almost.
Captivating to perceive. Reflecting the faint shine pushing through the icy fog. Faces trapped inside of them. Bodies from all around the universe. People you once spoke to. Conversed with. Even called your friends. Now, they would just ignore you. Pretend as if you never existed. Not because they wanted to. They had that choice taken away from them a long time ago.
Despite its crowded state, the room was empty. Although it was so spacious, it almost seemed claustrophobic. Because of his kind nature, people suffered. But was it truly suffering, if they were unaware of their existence? Preserved forever. In a deep slumber. Did they dream? Could they be happy? Feel any kind of emotion? It was not like you would ever find out.
“There you are!” The chipper voice alerted you to the approaching presence. Heavy cape flowing behind him. Boots obeying his slow stride toward you, coming to a halt. “It’s cold to leave me behind like this.” His tone and facial features prevented his words from having any reprimanding effect. Ever smiling. No matter, if he was eating or working. Smiling, when you looked at him.
“What are you doing out here so late? Are you feeling down?” He enquired. Expression faltering. You had rarely seen him frown when he knew you were around. But his down casted grin would never last. Even during these rare occasions. “Do you want to see my manuscripts again?” He was almost eager, already turning to retrace his steps back to his favourite spot on his ship. “You smile so warmly when we talk about it. I don’t like seeing others sad. It’s cold.”
Sunken in his thoughts, his clouded eyes met yours. Though his smile was incapable of clearing the icy fog surrounding you, his happy grin lifted the thoughts visibly circling his mind. “But I know we’ll make them happy together, right?” He beamed at you. His hand was raised to pat the fluff on your hood. Not for the first time. “We are a great team. I’m sure one day we’ll have brought joy to the entire universe. Maybe even beyond.”
Agree with him?
Yes
No
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Scary Movie Night
Description: Zaion/The Luge. The Luge brings his boyfriend some movies to watch with him. Unluckily for Zaion, they’re horror movies.
Word Count: 640
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53781043
“Greetings, The Providence,” The Luge greeted when Zaion opened the door for him.
Zaion sighed heavily. “We have literally been dating for a week now. Can you please call me by my real name?”
The Luge let out a soft chuckle. “I know. I’m just teasing you… Zaion.”
Zaion smiled. “So you do remember my name. Good.” He stepped out of the doorway, ushering The Luge inside.
He nodded. “I brought some movies,” he informed, holding up a stack of DVD cases.
Zaion closed the door behind him, gazing at the movies.
His face fell. “Tho… those are horror movies…”
“Yes?” The Luge stared at him with an unfazed smile.
“They’re… supposed to be scary.” Zaion tried to fight back a shiver.
Scared? Of some movies? That couldn’t be him! That would be silly, especially in front of his still sort of new boyfriend!
The Luge nodded. “Yes.”
He had his usual ‘blissfully unaware’ expression as he looked the fidgeting Zaion dead in the eyes. There was silence between them.
“Is… is that not… a problem for you?” Zaion asked, biting his lip. “B-because I-I wouldn’t want you to freak out! They are just movies! They may look real and scary but they’re just special effects!”
The Luge nodded again. “Yes, I know. It’s not a problem.”
“W-well good!” Zaion forced a smile. “But I can still hold your hand if you get scared! It’s no problem!”
The Luge smiled and dipped his head. “I appreciate that.” He spread the DVD cases out to show Zaion each of the covers. “Which one would you like to watch?”
Zaion stared at the DVDs. A pit formed in his stomach at the sight of what were obviously four slasher horror movies. The violent, scary- no not scary! -kind. This was very much a ‘pick your poison’ type situation for Zaion.
“That one…” he sighed, pointing at one of them at random.
The Luge plopped the DVD into the DVD player, sitting on the couch. Zaion sat on the other end of the couch. It didn’t take long into the movie however for Zaion to scoot closer and closer: a complete trembling sweating mess by the time he was pressed right up against The unfazed Luge’s side.
“Y-you must be getting pretty scared, huh?” Zaion forced a smile as he asked.
The Luge shrugged, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Nah.”
“O-oh, well…” Zaion’s fingers gripped the cushions below him as he avoided looking at the screen. “You know… i-in case you do… I’m-I’m here to… hold your hand.”
There was a loud jumpscare.
“EEK!” Zaion let out the most undignified squeal, grabbing The Luge’s hand in both of his and burying his face in his shoulder.
“I am not scared, Zaion…” The Luge sounded puzzled. “You do not need to hold my hand.”
“Hold me you big stupid buffoon,” Zaion grumbled, trembling against him.
“Okay.” The Luge slid an arm around Zaion’s shoulder, holding him close as Zaion continued to tremble.
“You must be really cold to be shivering this much,” The Luge observed casually. “Would you like me to go get you a blanket?”
“No.” Zaion nuzzled his face further into The Luge’s shoulder, now refusing to even look at the TV screen.
The Luge patted his shoulder. “You sure you’re not cold?”
Zaion shivered against him. “I’m certain.”
The Luge shrugged. “Alright. If you insist.”
“I do. Insist. In fact… I order it..” Zaion pulled himself into The Luge’s lap, nuzzling his face in the crook of his neck. “You’re not to move until this terrible unscary movie is over.”
The Luge broke into a soft chuckle. “Sure thing.”
He slipped his arms around Zaion’s waist, hugging him close. Zaion relaxed into the touch and though The Luge couldn’t see it from this angle, Zaion smiled at the comfort.
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