gisborneholly

[bapydemonprincess]

perhaps... "do not waste a minute mourning me" for sebagni?

@otaistired @cangrellesteponme Well, you asked for this.. 😌

It was the following night after the Phantomhive butler had "revived" from being murdered that stormy night.

And now the butler was stuck with his lover practically clinging to him as if he'd get murdered again at any second.

"If I had actually died, Agni," Sebastian insisted, stopping the other man from continuing his waterworks.

"I wouldn't wish for you to be like this. Please.. do not waste a minute mourning me, my dear."

Agni sat up in bed, and in fact got right into his lover's face as the butler pressed his head into the soft pillow.

"How can you ask me not to, Sebastian.. You are my whole life from now on! Just as much as my prince has been too these past few years, and also I assume your young master has been to you."

He searched the man below him's eyes and elegant features in the darkness for any signs of understanding on where he was coming from.

"Would you not feel as if life was ending if your young master was killed out of the blue??"

Sebastian chuckled, though, and reached up to cup Agni's face.

"Perhaps.. I would be almost frustrated enough to feel that way. Perhaps. But I do not think I would let such a deep feeling swallow me whole.."

A part of the demon was gradually realizing how.. honest he was being telling Agni such a thing. Well, holding out on some details but...

"But what would you do, moonlight? How would you handle that.. If.. someone you cherished and had spent so long caring for was.. just... gone."

"Now Agni.. I am surprised you cannot answer that yourself.."

Agni's face transformed from confusion, to realization, and then back once again to his original expression of sadness..

But then he was smiling even though he was still sad...

"Sebastian.."

.

.

The sad smile was there on Agni's face, yet his eyes were closed, and blood dripped from his destroyed eye and lips.

He was a lifeless thing simply leaning into the demon who held him, not a speck of life to be seen, not even a faint patter of his heart's familiar beat.

He smiled back, though, remembering his beloved's question.

"How would you handle that.."

"Well, I'm certainly not wasting my time mourning, my love."

Sebastian stared over at his young master clutching the bloodied but still living Prince Soma, shaking and sobbing and shouting about how the two shouldn't have gotten involved with him angrily.

"...Not yet."