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So, I was rewatching some Doctor Who episodes earlier and something they said inspired me to right Cor and Ardyn’s last words to each other. Not my best work, but I’m gonna lob it up here anyway.
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“I love you.”
The quiet words shattered the silence between their cells, causing him to look over at his Shield - at his friend, at his lover, at his son’s faeder, at his husband - with a slightly bitter smile. Those words had always warmed him, always would, but Cor was pale and bleeding and dying and there was nothing that Ardyn could do.
Not with the bars that separated them.
Not with the guards - Janus, who had been in his household for as long as he could remember and had children Ardyn’s age, and Caden, who Ardyn remembered that Cor had inducted into the guard himself and how could they do this? Why would they betray them like this? - coming to take them to their execution
“And I love you.” He said, meeting the warm, slightly hazy, blue eyes that he loved so much and suddenly so glad that Somnus had stopped drugging him. Had given up after bringing them the news of Nyx’s death - watching the life drain out of them at the words.
He wanted to be lucid for this. Wanted to be lucid enough to say those words to the man he loved before it was too late.
Cor smiled at him, the smile of a man who knew that he was going to die but couldn’t bring himself to care, even as his cell was unlocked. “Thank you for making me feel special.”
And in that gaze was the ten-year-old that he had decided to make his Shield, was the thirteen-year-old who had sworn the traditional oaths in front of their mothers, was the eighteen-year-old who had laughed at him with his son in his arms, was the twenty-two-year-old who had knelt before him and whispered promises of love and devotion, was the thirty-eight-year-old who had sacrificed himself so that they might escape. In that gaze was the man who he loved, condensed.
“Thank you for exactly the same.” He said, forcing the words past the lump in his throat. Knowing that, no matter which one of them was to be executed first, this was the last time that he would see his husband.
(He was wrong.
Hours later, as he was dragged through the crowd towards the cross – elevated on a platform, with his brother standing next to it – he would see his lover again.
He would look at him as they forced the nails through his skin, able to see the horror and the pain and the rage as the man was forced to watch by the guards holding him even through the pain and terror that consumed him.
Ardyn’s last sight of his husband for two thousand years would be of Cor with tears on his face, white with outrage and shock and his bandages bloodstained from his struggles to escape. The memory of the horror and grief and rage written onto the face of the man that he loved, of the hoarse screams of his Shield as he tried to stop them – tried desperately to do anything to help – would stay with him, even as everything else faded)
…this is beautiful and heartbreaking, and I’m sobbing. I just - well. Can you even imagine what these two are going to feel when they’re reunited?
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