[Sweethearts week - Day Two] Death, the Sweetheart
Title: Death, the Sweetheart
Genre: Romance/Angst
Word Count: 1 058
Ratings/Warning : T for character death
Summary: Arthur Kirkland was the most sweet and charming boy in all the region, so loveable that caught all the eyes, including the Death.
In the forest, a little boy had grown. A beautiful and innocent little boy, with bright green eyes, messy gold hair and big eyebrows had born there and his mom and dad took care of him. When he born, in the first light of the day, they parents knew that that their kid would be really special, not only for them, but for the whole world.
Every day, he would go to the forest, pick fruits and things like that to his family eat, while his father went search for firewood and his mom was at home, cleaning. In one of those days, when the boy had 5 years old, he found something strange. Some noises were coming from the place that he usually picked strawberries. Quietly, the boy peeked and saw one of the most amazing things that existed.
It had a long and white tail and it seemed to be more bright that anything that he ever saw in his few years of life. The horn seemed to be just as precious as the tail, making him admire all the splendor of that creature that he decided to call “unicorn”. That creature, however, came to him, seemed to be slightly concerned with him.
“Who are you?” the unicorn asked, and the little boy just looked at the ground.
“My name is Arthur, sir.” He said, shyly when the unicorn came to his side and poked him with his horn.
“Arthur, would you mind helping me? I can’t eat those strawberries and they look so delicious. Can you pick them up to me?” the strawberries really looked delicious and Arthur said to himself “I can’t forget my parents’ fruits!”
“Of course, sir.” He said, picking some of those beautiful fruits and giving them to the unicorn to eat and he neighed in appreciation.
“Thank you, Arthur. And take care, this forest is dangerous.” The unicorn said, while Arthur walked through his back home, picking up strawberries, blueberries, apples, peaches and some grapes that he found after some research.
Arthur could be considered the most loyal, sweet and gentle person in that little village. When his parents decided to say goodbye to the forest, even sad, he had gone with them, saying goodbye to every beautiful creature of that forest, in a beautiful sunny day, he brought some fruits, strawberries for the unicorn.
“I’ll miss you, Arthur.” The unicorn said, while the said one just caressed his horn. The Flying Mint Bunny and the little fairy met him after the unicorn, when he was passing by the river, looking for flowers to his mom, when they gave him the most beautiful rose in whole world.
“I’ll miss you, Sir Unicorn, Sir Bunny and Miss Fairy.” He said, with bright tears in his eyes, while the fairy kissed his forehead and the bunny gave him another flower.
That time, he had a aquilegia and it was bright in the sun light. He gave a sweet smile while he gave them fruits and passed all the afternoon with his magical friends. When the night came, the unicorn brought him home and he gave his last caress in the unicorn’s horn before moving to the village.
***
Arthur finally reached his 16 years. The village loved him and he was the most loveable person in that place. Even if he didn’t talk too much and didn’t know how to cook, he helped everyone in almost everything. He started teaching kids how to read and write in the village’s school and helped his mom in selling her cakes.
After all, he was a very sweet person and that’s why everyone loved him, even the Death. The Death was a young and noble man that lived in that same village disguised. He had bright blue eyes, a brilliant blond hair and a sweet smile that could just melt every woman, and a few man, in that village.
And his human name was Alfred F. Jones. He watched the beauty of that village just come and go by his way, shyly sighing because of his sweetness and like the half of the village, falling in love with him. Every day, he “accidentally” crossed the others way, passing in front of the school, buying some of his mom cakes and saying one or two “hi”.
But the Death itself was concerned that this sweet person wouldn’t fall in love with him. Not with him, not being the Death, not being Alfred. It was because that sweet person just received too much love to give his heart to less indicated being. And it made him suffer, every night, when finally his twin, the other side of Death decided to finish his pain.
With a shake of her hand, with her cursed blood, she wrote in the Notebook, the names of all the citizens of the village, excluding Arthur Kirkland, the young boy that caught her twin heart. Without any pain or regret, she gave another shake on her hand the notebook disappeared and the Death Angel just passed through the Village, picking their souls for the next day judgment.
And Alfred, in his painful suffer, could feel that souls taken away, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was too much of a selfish. He really do wanted Arthur to himself, but he couldn’t just take that lives. So his twin made it for him, taking half of the guilt, even if she couldn’t exactly feel it. And then, that was it.
Arthur just woke up in the other day, and gone to look for his mom and dad. They were dead, like all the village. Every little person that loved him left him and he didn’t have the forest creatures with him. He didn’t had nothing now. His life was based in that entire people all that things and then, everything just feel apart.
“Death, death, come at me. Take this pain away.” He cried hugging his legs, feeling all the world in his back.
“Arthur, Arthur, the Death is here. Are you ready to leave?” a singing voice said and in a vacuum of time and space, he felt himself in Death’s arms.
“Death, my Sweetheart.” He said, while receiving the Death Kiss, feeling all the love and feeling his own life leaving him.
“I love you…” The Death sighed, between their kiss.
Genre: Romance/Angst
Word Count: 1 058
Ratings/Warning : T for character death
Summary: Arthur Kirkland was the most sweet and charming boy in all the region, so loveable that caught all the eyes, including the Death.
In the forest, a little boy had grown. A beautiful and innocent little boy, with bright green eyes, messy gold hair and big eyebrows had born there and his mom and dad took care of him. When he born, in the first light of the day, they parents knew that that their kid would be really special, not only for them, but for the whole world.
Every day, he would go to the forest, pick fruits and things like that to his family eat, while his father went search for firewood and his mom was at home, cleaning. In one of those days, when the boy had 5 years old, he found something strange. Some noises were coming from the place that he usually picked strawberries. Quietly, the boy peeked and saw one of the most amazing things that existed.
It had a long and white tail and it seemed to be more bright that anything that he ever saw in his few years of life. The horn seemed to be just as precious as the tail, making him admire all the splendor of that creature that he decided to call “unicorn”. That creature, however, came to him, seemed to be slightly concerned with him.
“Who are you?” the unicorn asked, and the little boy just looked at the ground.
“My name is Arthur, sir.” He said, shyly when the unicorn came to his side and poked him with his horn.
“Arthur, would you mind helping me? I can’t eat those strawberries and they look so delicious. Can you pick them up to me?” the strawberries really looked delicious and Arthur said to himself “I can’t forget my parents’ fruits!”
“Of course, sir.” He said, picking some of those beautiful fruits and giving them to the unicorn to eat and he neighed in appreciation.
“Thank you, Arthur. And take care, this forest is dangerous.” The unicorn said, while Arthur walked through his back home, picking up strawberries, blueberries, apples, peaches and some grapes that he found after some research.
Arthur could be considered the most loyal, sweet and gentle person in that little village. When his parents decided to say goodbye to the forest, even sad, he had gone with them, saying goodbye to every beautiful creature of that forest, in a beautiful sunny day, he brought some fruits, strawberries for the unicorn.
“I’ll miss you, Arthur.” The unicorn said, while the said one just caressed his horn. The Flying Mint Bunny and the little fairy met him after the unicorn, when he was passing by the river, looking for flowers to his mom, when they gave him the most beautiful rose in whole world.
“I’ll miss you, Sir Unicorn, Sir Bunny and Miss Fairy.” He said, with bright tears in his eyes, while the fairy kissed his forehead and the bunny gave him another flower.
That time, he had a aquilegia and it was bright in the sun light. He gave a sweet smile while he gave them fruits and passed all the afternoon with his magical friends. When the night came, the unicorn brought him home and he gave his last caress in the unicorn’s horn before moving to the village.
***
Arthur finally reached his 16 years. The village loved him and he was the most loveable person in that place. Even if he didn’t talk too much and didn’t know how to cook, he helped everyone in almost everything. He started teaching kids how to read and write in the village’s school and helped his mom in selling her cakes.
After all, he was a very sweet person and that’s why everyone loved him, even the Death. The Death was a young and noble man that lived in that same village disguised. He had bright blue eyes, a brilliant blond hair and a sweet smile that could just melt every woman, and a few man, in that village.
And his human name was Alfred F. Jones. He watched the beauty of that village just come and go by his way, shyly sighing because of his sweetness and like the half of the village, falling in love with him. Every day, he “accidentally” crossed the others way, passing in front of the school, buying some of his mom cakes and saying one or two “hi”.
But the Death itself was concerned that this sweet person wouldn’t fall in love with him. Not with him, not being the Death, not being Alfred. It was because that sweet person just received too much love to give his heart to less indicated being. And it made him suffer, every night, when finally his twin, the other side of Death decided to finish his pain.
With a shake of her hand, with her cursed blood, she wrote in the Notebook, the names of all the citizens of the village, excluding Arthur Kirkland, the young boy that caught her twin heart. Without any pain or regret, she gave another shake on her hand the notebook disappeared and the Death Angel just passed through the Village, picking their souls for the next day judgment.
And Alfred, in his painful suffer, could feel that souls taken away, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was too much of a selfish. He really do wanted Arthur to himself, but he couldn’t just take that lives. So his twin made it for him, taking half of the guilt, even if she couldn’t exactly feel it. And then, that was it.
Arthur just woke up in the other day, and gone to look for his mom and dad. They were dead, like all the village. Every little person that loved him left him and he didn’t have the forest creatures with him. He didn’t had nothing now. His life was based in that entire people all that things and then, everything just feel apart.
“Death, death, come at me. Take this pain away.” He cried hugging his legs, feeling all the world in his back.
“Arthur, Arthur, the Death is here. Are you ready to leave?” a singing voice said and in a vacuum of time and space, he felt himself in Death’s arms.
“Death, my Sweetheart.” He said, while receiving the Death Kiss, feeling all the love and feeling his own life leaving him.
“I love you…” The Death sighed, between their kiss.