Well, My Brain Thought Of A Dark Prompt (tw: Death)

Well, my brain thought of a dark prompt (tw: death)

You know the sad version of beautiful boy and everything? Well imagine if that was Raz dying during a mission, trying to calm down his kids after they found him almost dead (do I know how the kids got there, no) and during the last little bit if the song, Lili finally find the kids, next to their dying father as he giving them one last smile before he dies.

(GODDAMMIT MAKING ME CRY OVER HERE. WELP I guess every happy story should at least have a dark time-line or somthing for EDGE.)

TW I guess?? In case this bothers anyone, this is gonna be kinda sad, for losing a father/fatherly figure, injuries and blood, and also because my mutuals love to torment me and I'll be writing this through ugly tears :')

"Hurt? This is nothing. Now, what did I tell you two about staying away from danger?"

Is what Raz had said when he took the blow for the first time. Of course he was lying in hopes that his terrified kids wouldn't be so afraid. Of course he had adrenaline on his side then, too. But now, everything was starting to set in. His side ached with a numbing throb that seemed to grow by the second.

"I... I don't know what to do..." Dmitry said. His voice was shaking, his eyes were expressionless. His face was stuck with an emotion of disbelief. A major contrast to his brother who paced back and forth, on the verge of hysterics. "What can we do?!" Cecil cried. "This isn't what's supposed to happen!" He dug his fingers into his hair, his eyes darting around the room.

"Hey, hey little buddy, it's okay-" Raz tried to calm him down, but he quickly cut him off. "No! No it's not!" He sobbed. "He's just trying to help while he can!" Dmitry snapped. The boys began arguing. That's what they do. They are brothers, after all.

Raz groaned. He really didn't have the energy to shout at them to stop fighting. "Come on, knock it off you two..." The boys stopped and stared at him. Dmitry inhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut. Cecil still had tears streaming down his face. You would've thought he'd melt into a puddle at any moment. "Sorry..." They both said, quietly.

Raz held up both of his arms, best he could without making his injury hurt worse. He sighed and smiled. "Alright... Come here for a sec." The boys took a seat next to him. One on each side, and he put his arms around them.

"I probably should have told you boys that, missions aren't exactly like the comics. You don't always make it out alive, or unscathed." He looked at his side, dark red soaked his sweater. "Sometimes... the 'Hero' doesn't win... I-I'm sorry for the let down." He chuckled, but then groaned in pain.

"You're going to be okay." Dmitry said, his voice shaky but dull if determination. "You have to be okay!" Raz smiled sadly. "I'm afraid not, Dee. This is pretty bad." He winced, trying to move himself up a bit. Cecil wrapped his arms around Raz's neck, burying his head in his shoulder. "Please don't say that..." He sobbed. "Hey, hey! It's going to be alright Cece."

Dmitry rested his head on Raz's chest. "You're going to be alright though... right dad...?" He could feel tears begin to prick the corners of his eyes as he noticed how faint his fathers heartbeat was. Raz rested his hand on Dmitry's head.

"It'll be alright... It's nothing..."