Reblog to scare away your depression
Hey, so uh...
I didn't publish the Day two of Mushy May yesterday because I had to go to a funeral...
But I'll publish day 2 and 3 this afternoon!
I am what I am.
Pairing: Mountain/Dewdrop
Characters: Dewdrop, Mountain
Tags: Fluff, Memories
Word count: 311
Summary: Mushy May Day 5
Dewdrop ralises when he starts wearing the new papa’s uniform and sees Aether in the era 5 one, that only he and Mountain remain active from when he was summoned. He goes to Mountain, and they remember all they’ve been through.
Fic below the cut or in ao3
@forlorn-crows
After putting on his new uniform for the first time, Dewdrop walked out of his room, and saw Aether, still in the Impera one, since he hadn’t made it to the new era. It suddenly hit Dewdrop, he and Mountain were the only ones remaining from when he was summoned.
He hesitated once he reached the taller ghoul’s door, but his had knocked on it without him even realising it. Once Mountain opened it, he let Dewdrop in without further questioning. “Hi, firefly.” He said quietly.
Dewdrop looked up at him and smiled softly, “Hey, big guy… You do realise we’re the only ones left from Terzo’s era, don’t you?” He asked.
Mountain nodded. They could both remember, all those years ago, when Dew was still a water ghoul, both fleshly summoned ghouls, they clung to each other, didn’t let go until Omega walked up to them with Terzo and used his quintessence to heal the wounds that the pits had caused them. And even then, they stayed close together, connected instantly, even if they rarely showed it.
During those first months, they shared a room, slept together as a form of familiarity from their previous home. They rarely went further than that, but when they did, it was gentle, only as a way to feel closer to each other.
When Copia became cardinal, they finally managed to be able to sleep in their respective rooms. But they still ended up together some nights. During said tour, they shared bunks when going through cold places and sometimes just out of habit.
When Copia became papa, after Aether left them in the middle of the tour, Dewdrop could only go to Mountain for comfort, feeling like only him could make him feel at home, even if just for a few minutes.
And now, here they were, back in each other’s arms again.
remembering when Sodo and Aether exchanged their guitars
(They all have the same buses, so this is perfect for fanfic reference purposes js👀)
Adding to this, I remember being in third or fourth grade, I'm not too sure, I had had an argument with my only friend, and I spent the day walking around the playground and singing to myself about how only the school, the fucking building, was my friend.
I look back on that and now understand why I'm a people pleaser
There's no lonelier feeling than thinking that a building is your only friend.
People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.
I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.
I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.
There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me
Hey, so, I thought I'd come on here and say that I haven't been posting my mushy may stuff because I've been out of the country and will be until Friday
I'll see what I do when I get back to Spain!
Writer, mostly Ghost Band. If you need anything, don't hesitate to rant to me
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