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I need to post here at least sometimes so here take a fic snippet :3

Basil and Opal had dropped everyone off at their houses. It was around 11:30 PM. They had all gone to see a movie together, but it was a late showing, and the theater was relatively far away. When they got outside Opal’s house, she paused. They could both hear her parents drunkenly screaming at each other, since the bedroom window was open. Opal looked pale, like she was about to have a panic attack. Basil squeezed her hand gently.

“You alright?”

Opal stared back at him, her eyes glassy and tear-filled.

“I don’t wanna go in there…”

Basil sighed.

“You could stay at my house, if you like.”

“Y-You’re sure? Would- would Polly be okay with it?”

“Of course. Polly is nice, and she’ll understand.”

Opal sighed.

“That would be nice.”

Basil smiled at her and they walked down the dark street together, their echoing footsteps the only sound except for occasional cars. 

“Opal, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

“...I-Is your- do your parents always fight like that?”

Opal smiled sadly.

“They’re always like that, yes. Although I'm not surprised seeing as they’re abusive.. So…” 

Basil’s eyes widened.

“They are?? A-Are you okay?!”

“Yes, yes!! I’m fine! It didn’t hurt at all after a while. I got used to it.”

“...That’s not something you should be… used to…”

Opal smiled.

“Honestly, Basil, I’m fine, don’t worry about it!! It’s no big deal, and after all I’ll be staying with you so I don’t have to deal with that for a while.”

Basil wanted to protest but fell silent. Soon enough they reached his house, and he pushed the door open. Opal stepped in and gasped.

“You’ve got so many flowers!!”

“I’ve always had flowers. I think you’re shocked because I’ve taken care of them for the past 5 years.”

Opal rolled her eyes.

“Okay, sure, Mr Smart Guy…”

Basil elbowed her and led her upstairs to his bedroom.

“Welcome to my humble abode.”

“You’re acting as if I've never been in your house before.”

Basil laughed.

“Stop ruining my moment!!”

“Okay, jeez!”

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BASIL’S POEMS - SAGE AU

“Dream Boy”

Fourth try

Where am i? 

Running on low fuel

That’s so not cool

Poems running endlessly through my mind, but

Why aren’t there any of the same kind?

Speaking in rhymes is tiring

Like cannons in war, endlessly firing

Against the opposing team

Who, unfortunately, looks like a dream

Dream Boy, my friend

You’re so beautiful, and now the war can end

Because we’re fighting over pure void-space

But you tell me “It’s time to begin a never-ending chase”

Why is this, Dream Boy? Can we not silently coexist as one being?

Why do you wish to run? I am of no harm to your precious self, seeing

As I may be in love

With someone, someone from far above

You’re like some deity, descended from heaven  

But now it’s been four years, maybe seven

Since you started the Chase.

“Back Together Again; A Plea from the Chaser” 

Fifth time.

I found the chime

It holds power 

I control the endless showers

What a worthless fate

In my dreams, i lie in wait

When will Dream Boy be back again? 

It’s been four years, or maybe ten

Dream Boy flickers through time but I cannot catch him.

It’s exhausting, following mere echoes

Of his voice which I have grown tired of tracking

Dream Boy, if you’re listening

I want to stop suffering.

I don’t need to chase you any longer

Dream Boy, it’s not worth this pain and hunger

I need you back here, home, with me

Underneath the same old sunset willow tree.

Home is too far, because of your relentless urge to run

You’re really no fun

Not anymore. Let’s get back together again, Dream Boy.

“Salvation”

You finally came back, Dream Boy. 

All these years haven’t changed you one bit

You stopped running

“Running? I wasn’t running, Plant Boy, I was waiting for you.”

Seems like a silly lie, a joke

In the spur of the moment

But

“I will never run from you. We’re forever now”

I believe you when you say it

I love you, Dream Boy

My Salvation comes with a diamond

Embedded in a ring. 

“Light”

Light, shining.

Far away

Too far, I still cannot tell 

Yell, yell

I still cannot hear you

“I need you”

I can’t need you

“I love you”

I can’t love you

Sorry

My light has faded

“I see you”

I can’t see you

Sorry, my light has faded. 

“Spiders” 

I saw it in the room. 

You heard me scream. 

You ran, because

You always come running

When I scream.

But you saw it too

“I can’t help, i’m sorry”

You dirty liar.

You’re not nearly as scared

As me.

You’re only scared when you see it

The thing, HER,

In the mirror.

Mari. 

Home, again

But perhaps not in the way either of us expected. 

Sorry she scared you.

Sorry for what I did

I didn’t want you to get hurt.

I promise.

“Many Safe Returns” 

I was only walking down the stairs.

I heard Her

I don’t know where She came from.

But I turned around

Quick as a whip and I saw Her.

Behind me. 

Not the way I normally would.

Not nightmarish. Not horrible. Or terrifying.

Just… Her. 

It was late at night.

I assumed it must be a hallucination.

So I wished Her many safe returns.

“When Reality is Faced, Dreams are Left in Shadow”

Really, I should have figured it out

From the bites all over her skin.

I should have figured it out from the fact that she looked like

A normal human being. 

I didn’t. 

It must be overwhelming, 

And you must be mad that I didn’t acknowledge

The fact she was alright

After all these years. 

Maybe I made the mistake of ignoring her when she asked

“What’s going on? Why do you look so strange?”

But I didn’t. That’s fine.

She’s fine now. 

Don’t take my ignorance as a sign I didn’t miss her as much as you did.

I missed her too.

She’s finally home.

Maybe now, the dreams i’ve left in shadow

Can finally be faced with the light of reality.

“My Sincerest Apologies, Dream Boy”

Sorry, Dream Boy.

I really let my temper get the best of me again,

Didn’t I…

I didn’t mean to hurt you.

“I accept your apology”

Can you please say it with more truth?

“I accept your apology”

Fine. I can apologize and make you really understand

How sorry I am.

“My sincerest apologies, Dream Boy, my one and only, for getting a bit too mad at you for something silly you said.”

Do you understand now? 

“Failures and Fallen Angels”

I asked what you would think of me

If I were a failure at everything.

“How could you be? What an irrational thought.”

I asked you what you thought I really was, in terms of people.

“You, my love, are a fallen Angel.”

I asked what you meant by that.

“Your beauty is only equivalent to a heavenly being. But you’re here on Earth.”

You’ve confused me.

“In the most literal sense possible, you’re a fallen Angel, and you’re MY fallen Angel.”

I still think I'm a failure, but everyone has their opinions.

“Piano Music”

Since the day she’s returned

She’s done nothing but sit at her piano and play.

I can hear her sometimes during the day

And sometimes at night, too. 

It’s beautiful, like it always was.

It does sound slightly better, though, and I’m left to wonder

If she did nothing but practice up there in Heaven. 

I don’t ask.

I just enjoy her presence 

And her wonderful piano music. 

“From the Inside”

Sometimes I stare at her

With all those awful bites

And genuinely,

I feel horrible for the choice I made

All those years ago. 

I see her, smiling at me

Because she doesn’t know what happened

And it feels like that smile

Is tearing me apart from the inside. 

“Lovesick 80,000 Light Years”

It’s the sillest show I've ever seen.

I mean, like, seriously

Who names their daughter Sweetheart?

Sure, the story itself has truly no meaning to me

But the soundtrack?

Hell yeah

That’s a good soundtrack.

“World’s End Valentine”

Sky falling

World spinning

But, alas, it’s February 14th. 

You, my friend, are most literally

My World’s End Valentine

“Poems in the Fog”

We’re sitting at

A Place by A Lake

As mist and clouds float about

I pull out my notebook

And write

Poems in the Fog

“Trouble NEVER/ALWAYS”

She’s becoming restless 

She wants the old ‘us’ back. 

I don’t think we can ever go back.

Back then, there was never trouble

But now?

There’s always too much. 

“Lost Library” 

Overdue memories

Half of the books seem mildly familiar 

Like something that’s happened to me before

This one, though, is still being written

The character is lost in his memories.

Trapped inside the lost library, send help.

“Those Who Forget History” 

I’d forgotten how nice it was

To have her around. 

Now she’s back, and

The sun shines brighter

Now that she’s here. 

Those who forget history

Often remember when the present comes to light.

“CHAOS ASSEMBLY”

Her piano is out of tune tonight. 

I’ve been lying in bed, while you’ve been

Sleeping peacefully.

I think maybe the tuning strings are broken.

Either way, it doesn’t sound right.

The tune is all wrong. 

I can hear her frustration every time

The note breaks.

When she plays faster, all I can think of

Is that it’s just

A chaos assembly.

“I Definitely Promised You a Rose Garden”

You and I were sitting together in the garden.

She’s playing Duet. 

“Why are there so many roses here?”

“For you.”

“Why?”

“Because I definitely promised you a rose garden.”