#crystal pov

[cordelia-noir]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV), The Dead Boy Detectives (DC Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: David the Demon (Dead Boy Detectives)/Crystal Palace (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne & Crystal Palace & Charles Rowland & Niko Sasaki, Crystal Palace & Charles Rowland (DCU), Crystal Palace & Niko Sasaki, Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne & Crystal Palace Characters: Crystal Palace (DCU), Charles Rowland (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Niko Sasaki, David the Demon (Dead Boy Detectives) Additional Tags: AU, Color AU, You can't see color unless you are loved, friendship love and familial love are just as important as romantic love, in this universe and in ours, inspired by one of my other stories, and a comment, Crystal's pov Series: Part 11 of CordeliaNoir's Deadboyween 2024 Summary:

The thing was, Crystal had seen color before, just not through her own eyes.

She was psychic. She’d peered into more people’s minds than she could count. And ever since she could remember, she understood that some people’s minds were just — different.

It wasn’t until she was six that she realized what she was seeing.

Color.

Written for Day 12 of @deadboyween Psychic

[sthilarions]

How long do you think it took Crystal to figure out that Edwin does the exact same thing Charles does, hiding his pain under his persona, just with verbal aggression and emotional withdrawal and laser-focus on cases, instead of smiles? Do you think she figured it out when he had the minor meltdown about how their cases have to matter because his and Charles’s didn’t? (I don’t think so, to be honest, based on how she talks to him about Charles later, as though the idea of concealing pain must be foreign to him, as though he’s oblivious.)

Do you think it was sometime later in Port Townsend? Or do you think it took months? An absolutely awful case that left both Charles and Edwin wrecked, or at least surely it must have, even as emotionless as Edwin tends to be, but when they get back to the office, at the exact same moment Charles puts on a smile and Edwin’s face goes blank with an overlay of judgmental. And it finally clicks. Crystal finally realizes it’s the exact same thing. They’re putting on the same mask just painted different colors.

And Charles assures her that he’s totally fine, aces even, and Edwin snidely points out that he has been through worse - her apparent concern is a reflection of her inexperience. And she remembers how they both looked, how Edwin looked, just a few minutes before, before they had time to hide. And she was initially planning to yell at Edwin to take care of Charles, but now she wants to scream at them both. I can’t take care of you, the way you need, you have to do it for each other, so just take off the damn masks and let yourselves.

But instead she just leaves. Because maybe, at least, they’ve grown enough that they can take off the masks around each other. So maybe the best thing she can do for them is stop looking and let them.

[densewentz]

god but imagine being Edwin, who was given to a demon (and worse) against his will. Who was never left alone. Who wasn't just put inside a little box in his own head but who was torn apart and apart and apart just because of someone else's cruelty. And then think of him being yelled at by Crystal in episode one, being told she was scared by Charles, being told to be sympathetic only to learn that Crystal chose to let her demon in. And like obviously I understand that she's a dumb kid and David manipulated her, but to Edwin. He already barely has the space to feel sympathy for her very brief time as a hand puppet compared to his 70 years, but to learn she knew what David was and welcomed it? And had the fucking nerve to act like a victim and drag him and Charles into very real danger (to drag Edwin back into the path of his demons)? It's incredible Edwin didn't react worse tbh, and makes his meltdown all the more heartbreaking.

(and after all of that, Crystal doesn't even remember it. How much does Edwin wish he could conveniently forget hell. But no, he was forced into it, and forced to remember every agonizing second of it)

[falling-star-cygnus]

not quite a continuation of Pool of Gold [on ao3] but more Dead Boy Earring Shenanigans!!! -> plus, this post, kinda

SUMMARY: Niko's ears aren't actually pierced, despite the shinies she likes to hang from them from time to time. They're clip-ons. Unfortunately, she wasn't one of the few people lucky enough to get them pierced as a baby. And needles were terrifying. However... the opportunity to change that presents itself when one Charles Rowland dances into her life- gold earring and all. Now.. if only she could get him to stop avoiding her.

ao3 fic: here please drop a comment or reblog if you enjoyed!!! your hopefully dear author dines on every single one like a 5* meal

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"Do you think I could pull off an earring?"

Crystal looks up from her phone, pretty face set in one of her most deadpan expressions to date before her brow arches. Like the question had been if the sky was blue.

it wasn't at the moment, by the way, but a very dreamy wisteria.

"Niko," she starts, "I've seen you pull off bright fucking orange."

"But could I pull off a singular earring?"

Charles could. Very well, she'd noticed. And earring were very different from clothes.

The girl on her bed looses a long, soul suffering sigh.

Something about it, some long suppressed association Niko thought she'd buried in her years of reclusion, shudders at it. Shies away as the newfound warmth in her chest wavers with uncertainty. As the light flickers.

Was- was she forgetting something? Doing something wrong-? Being too much? Talking too much? That couldn't be it.. she only said two sentences!

A measly seventeen words!

...was she already-

"Yes, Niko," the psychic affirms, cutting into her spiral like a gentle breeze, "I think you could pull off a single earring."

Oh.

That was nice. Good. Safe.

She latches onto the gentle tone like a life ring in the ocean, and shoves everything else back into its little box. For later, isolated examination.

Shower time thoughts. Or bedtime thoughts. Whichever came first tonight.

Did ghosts need showers?

"Niko?"

She blinks. Then blinks again.

Her surroundings lose that fuzzy edge to them- like a polaroid developing in sped-up time.

"Where'd you go, silly?" Crystal asks, somehow now right behind her instead of on the comfy bed. Her hand hovers over Niko's shoulder.

She's uncertain too...

Hm..

The psychic makes a little 'oomph' noise as Niko settles against her, as she revels in the contact of another breathing human being. It's so nice. And warm, and Crystal is so soft with all her oversized sweaters-

"Hey, wait a second, are your ears seriously not pierced?"

And very bad at letting a moment linger.

"Uh..." the held girl freezes, her hand twitching around the one wrapped around her collarbones, "No."

Needles were scary, alright! She stood by that. Her clip-ons, so varied and sparkly and solid were a lifesaver to find. Delightfully cheap too, for the quality- before she learned to make her own.

But it was bad enough when she had to get her shots for school, even worse when they had to be done by a stranger and she'd had to hold her own hand because- well.. because her mom..

There was no care or gentleness in those clinical touches at all, anyway, not the fake-out countdown that got it over with before she could even blink. No warm or kind palm against her own for her to grip onto. Just- cotton against cotton.

Terror.

Judgment.

Again, Crystal jostles her out of her own thoughts- right when she leans closer, right up on her tiptoes, to examine Niko's lobes more thoroughly.

"Weren't you wearing a pair just yesterday? Those cute little dangly strawberries?" she asks, oblivious to the way she pulls her captive back into a near uncomfortable arch.

Something warm, like the candle that had almost been snuffed earlier, sparks back up under her ribcage. Glows brighter.

Crystal had noticed those. And remembered.

"Those were clip-ons," Niko explains, inordinately pleased, "But they were super cute, right?"

"Oh, totally adorable. Are all your earrings clip-ons?"

And thought they were adorable!

"Mhm!"

The psychic makes a little hum of acknowledgement and goes quiet, contemplative, as she rocks the two from side-to-side.

Like lovers.

No, Niko scolds herself just as quickly, like best friends.

A best friend she can't afford to lose.

"You know, I bet Charles would help you if you wanted to get them actually pierced."

She gasps, because that it a great idea. Getting her ear pierced, officially, by a ghost from the 80's sounded like something straight out of a dream.. or a movie.

Except... except maybe not, actually. Niko wilts as reality vibe checks her optimism, like always.

Because Charles was avoiding her.

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"I'm- terribly sorry, Niko," Edwin closes his book, giving the two living girls his full attention, "You think Charles is avoiding you?"

The living girls nod.

"Charles." he asks again.

Or- said? His tone was incredulous, but it didn't sound like a question. More like- a.. a sarcastic repeat. But not meanly sarcastic like Crystal could be. Or like Edwin could be to Crystal.

If that- made sense.

Crystal huffs with crossed arms, and Niko can see the two gearing up to prove her point.

"Well, has he?" the psychic badgers.

"It's Charles," Edwin reiterates, his shoulders jumping like he might throw his hands up- if he didn't know any better, "He doesn't even avoid his parents-"

He bites off the rest of that sentence, and his face twitches like he'd caught a sour candy on his tongue. And Niko gets it. That sentence was clearly edging towards a personal conversation the two had, something only the psychic and ghosts were privy too.

And yeah, maybe that made her feel a little left out of the loop.

But.. even if curiosity was nipping at her heels, Niko knew it wasn't something she could ask about.

Not from these two, at least.

Something clicks in her head then, as the two bicker in the background.

Avoid his parents.. "..couldn't stop.. dad... from beating..."

"Why would he avoid Niko, Crystal, honestly."

Oh.

That was-

"He avoids everything else!"

Heavy. "...walking on eggshells.."

"Don't talk about him that way!"

She gets it now.

Shit, Niko gets it. Gets why Charles always kept a foot of space between them, and why he never nudged her like he did Crystal and Edwin, and how he'd never approach her from behind or draped over her shoulders.

She- oh.

She should've gotten it a lot sooner.

Charles thought Niko was scared of him.

The thought almost seemed laughable.. who could be scared of such a kind person? Of someone so playful and cool and- and-

Anger was something she rarely indulged in, rarely felt bubble under her skin and pop cherry sparks in her chest, but.. unbiddenly, her hand clenches.

How dare-

"Niko?" Crystal calls, resting her hand on a soft yellow cardigan, "You okay?"

Edwin watches with a confused pinch to his brow.

"I think I know why Charles is avoiding me."

"Why Charles is what?" the ghost of the hour, with his leg still in the mirror, balks at the menagerie awaiting him.

The Edwardian pulls him in with two fingers through his chain.

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"Charles!"

Niko knows what's wrong now, and now she can fix it.

Brills, as Charles

She grabs both his flailing hands, still off balance from his impromptu tug through.. what were mirrors made of? Glass? They shattered like glass.

Hm.

Anyway, she takes his hands in hers and holds them close to her heart. He jumps a little, blinking widely like a puppy poked between the brows, and tilts his head to the side.

"Oh ho, someone's excited," he grins, all verbal warmth and indulgence, "What's up, Neeks?"

Neeks.

Her dad used to call her that.

A smile curls over her face, sweet and disarming just as she's always practiced it to be.

"I need to talk to you."

She could fix this.

Niko drags him out of the office and into the hallway and doesn't give him the chance to deny her. He wouldn't, all things considered, she didn't think he was capable of it.

Once maybe a foot or two away from the door, she turns on him- still gripping one of his gloved hands.

And so it starts.

Charles flounders back a step, tries to put that foot of distance between them, tries to make himself smaller. Tries and ultimately fails.

Because Niko hugs him- buries her head in his chest [hopefully not literally] and hugs him as tight as she hopes he can feel. Ghosts didn't need to breathe, Edwin said, but a good hug should always leave you a little winded afterwards anyway.

"Right," Charles sounds like he wants to run, or cry, "What's all this then?"

His hands just barely settle on her biceps, light as a butterfly on a flower- twitching like a bee.

"Everything alright? Just tell me who I need to fi- er... sorry, bad joke."

Fight. Charles would fight someone for Niko. Even if it was said in a somewhat playful tone, laden with anxiety and worry, the words were still true. Niko knew they were.

It draws a breathy sigh of elation out of her, to have a friend like him.

"You didn't scare me, you know," she says, urging her arms to curl even tighter around him, "During the lighthouse case?"

His chest hitches under her ear, but Niko keeps talking- determined to make him understand, "I mean- it was definitely a little scary when the Night Nurse wanted to take you guys away. But I was honestly just- worried, you know? Especially.. especially after you just... dropped."

And that had been terrifying.

One second, he was standing between Edwin and the lady. The next, he was on the grass and silent.

Way, way, too silent.

His.. body? Form? Physical manifestation of his soul? Niko doesn't know what to call it, but it grows colder under her arms and face. Like a stone you'd find by a lake.

"..dropped?"

"Mhm," she affirms, "Right before you pushed her into Angie.. she made you relive something really bad, didn't she?"

Clearly she did, clearly it had to have been bad considering it drove sweet Charles all the way to using her for fish food. Fish bait? Whichever.

Point was, he never hurt anybody that hadn't hurt him first.

His hands settle more firmly on her biceps, like he was trying to comfort her.

"Nah, Neeks, nothing like-"

"It's okay to say it was," she interjects, quick to nip the diversion in the bud, "You don't have to protect us all the time. Sometimes.. sometimes we want to protect you too. You deserve it."

Of course, though, he would never let them.

"I don't need protecting-" he starts to protest.

"Just a hug for now then?"

That's alright, she thinks, they could ease him into more. Bit by bit.

"MAIL CALL."

They both shriek- Charles' might come out a bit more like 'WOAH'- and when Niko opens her eyes, they've been rotated. Sorta rotated, anyway, like- 180 degrees.

So that Charles was between Niko and... and the ghost postman?

..huh...

Their chests heave twin relieved sighs.

The ghost removes his hand from Niko's ear to take the stack of letters and the package they're stacked atop, but keeps his other arm tucked protectively around her shoulders.

"Mate- our office is right there."

"Yeah, we were having a moment."

When the postman opens his mouth again, Charles' hand goes straight back up to her ear, muffling the scream of his words to something bearable.

"Mail comes to wherever you are, Charles Rowland."

And then he leaves.

"How does he do that?" Charles mutters, deeming it safe to release Niko from his hold, "And what did I- oh!"

She's learning so much about the mechanics of the ghost world today, it's almost hard to keep track. Maybe she should take a page from Edwin's book [heh] and keep notes..

The ghost's grin is bright and real as he opens the package, boyish almost. Like it would always be if he weren't burdened with the horrors™.

"There's a ghost jeweler back in London," he explains, tipping the contents of the package into his palm, "And they make these really brills pieces. So- I thought of you, you know?"

What?

Sitting in Charles' palm, brandished proudly, is a set of foggy black earrings. They're star-shaped, much like his own gold accessory, but lacking the shine of polished metal.

No.. these are frosted, almost. Like sea glass.

"Originally they were gonna be a sort-of peace offering, you know? But uh.. well."

She takes the earrings, her eyes stinging with tears borne of affection.

"They kinda reminded me of your hair, you know? Before Litty and Kingham."

...how could anybody want to hurt him?

"Charles," she warbles, holding the pretty things like they were the most precious spun glass, "Thank you so much.."

For the second time, in less than an hour, Niko throws her arms around her ghost friend and squeezes as tight as she can. This time, this time he laughs with breathless joy. This time it's a proper hug.

And this time-

"Hey- hang on, are your ears not pierced?"

"...no."

"Do you want me to pierce them for you?"

She gasps with delight. And this time? This time reality gets a sharp kick in the rear.

"Yes!"

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"Alright, Neeks, you ready?"

The two find themselves sat in her room, a pile of tangled limbs and ice and needles. Charles has his leg thrown over her lap, like a roller coaster safety bar, and the other tucked beneath him.

Niko takes a deep breath.

Holds it.

The ghost rubs her shoulder, "Breathe, mate, we're doing a countdown- remember?"

She nods.

"I don't really have any hands to spare, so just squeeze my leg as hard as you can if you get scared, alright? I got you."

And Niko believes it. She does, honestly. Already she feels safer here than she ever did in a doctor's office. Charles has her.

"Ready?" he asks again, kindly.

Charles has her.

Niko breathes out.

"I'm ready."

"That's my girl. Alright-" he holds the ice cube to her lobe, hand cupped in a way that stops the moisture from dripping down her neck, "One."

The needle comes next, "Two."

Before Niko can even think of three, it comes down. Pierces straight through her numb lobe like the Sword of Damocles and- and-

It doesn't hurt.

Doesn't burn when he takes it out, or throb when he slides in a placeholder stud- something cute and silver and whimsical that they picked out together.

Charles had her.

[shaylogic]

"Oi, don't wait up for me, yeah?" Charles informs Edwin, "I'll be in Crystal's room all night."

"Charles! I'm surprised at you," Edwin exclaims, looking flustered.

"It's not like that, mate--she's been having nightmares about David and I've agreed to keep her company. Said she feels safer with a friend looking after her, y'know?" He shifts from one leg to the other, one hand rubbing his other arm, absent-mindedly. "It's not a big deal, alright? Just didn't want you wondering after me." He shrugs non-chalantly and gives his partner a gentle clap on the shoulder before re-entering Crystal's room.

She's already changed into her sleep clothes and curled up under the covers. Crystal meets Charles' eyes and pats the bed beside her. With a small smile, he approaches and sits on the side of the bed, leaning on one hand and looking down on her.

"Would you like to talk before bed, or should I leave you to it?"

Seeing him only sit on the edge, she takes his hand and guides him to lay down next to her. "C'mere. Just lay with me, okay? If you don't mind. . .?"

His eyebrows raise and a twinkle of excitement crosses his eyes that he fails to suppress.

Crystal rolls her eyes at him and he chuckles. She pulls his arm over her side and holds onto him as best she can, letting out a long sigh. Charles feels a fluttering sensation in his chest, like a memory of a quickening heartbeat.

"Thanks for doing this. I'm sure it'll be less interesting than however you usually spend your nights, and I'm not much company to you when I'm asleep."

He grins, fingers attempting to brush lightly along her back. "I wouldn't say that."

She looks him up and down. "Oh, geez, you're not gonna' like, stare at me all night are you?"

"Well, I don't sleep, but I could try closing my eyes and laying here with you. Seems restful, anyway, doesn't it?" Her brow furrows, and he mirrors her expression, sobering up. "I'm not sure, uh, what your plan was?"

". . .I guess I'm not sure, either. I just didn't want to be alone in this big, empty room tonight."

"You could invite Niko across the hall for a sleepover," he teases, tempting her to explain why she chose him.

She recognizes this immediately and narrows her eyes playfully, pursing her lips, and refusing to take the bait. "You've got a cricket bat handy if any other ghosts or demons decide to pop up overnight. Niko would probably just talk their ear off and try to set them up with each other."

He chuckles. "Tough to argue with that."

. . .

After a while, Crystal's breathing slows, her chest rising and falling in smaller increments. Charles does observe this for a moment, before realizing he's doing exactly what she told him not to do. He shifts so he is staring up at the ceiling.

He can't feel Crystal's breath and warmth beside him. Without looking at her, he could forget she's there. He could just be laying alone in this bed for no reason.

He turns onto his side again, facing her and snuggling as close as he can without phasing into her. He has to focus to keep his form solid enough for her arm to rest on.

He closes his eyes and replicates breathing, concentrating on being present, and trying to remember old sensations. How would this moment feel, if he still had his body?

A cold chill runs down his core and he tries to focus on the memory of body contact sharing warmth.

While Crystal has one of the best nights of sleep she's had in weeks, Charles struggles to remember how it felt to be alive.

[the-fandom-hopping-mage]

dbd art dumb attempt 2 electric boogaloo, featuring the tinies

[lamneus]

Dalim the kidney stone maker

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[llannasvsp]

when your card declines at therapy so they bring out christofern.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Ghostcrow & Palasaki (The Old Guard AU: Chapter 3)

Charles remembers going to the kite festival on the cliffs with Monty and Edwin, Monty having to show Charles and Edwin how to use kites that were a bit different than back in their day. Charles remembers the wind blowing Monty’s hair around, the way that he had laughed in delight at Edwin’s incompetence with the strings (so different than rigging a sailing ship, which Edwin got rather spectacular with during the 1600s) of the kite before moving in to help, the way that when Monty had been the first of them to get the kite to fly, Charles had picked him up and spun him around in excitement. Thanks to carrying around all those books, Monty was heavier and stronger than he seemed.

(Just because Monty was mortal didn't make him soft or fragile. Charles never made that assumption. The strange curve at certain joints, evidence of not just broken bones but of survival, of the strength that Monty had to survive and recover, spoke to that clearly. Monty deserved to be treated with care not because he was delicate, but because he deserved to be treated with the grace that life had not treated him with.)

When they’d come home from the kite festival, Edwin had been so tired by the day’s events that he’d fallen asleep across both of them, his head in Monty's lap, his legs in Charles'. Charles had exchanged a fond look with Monty. “Looks like we’re trapped,” Charles had joked, but god, there had been a warmth in his chest, because it was the first time that Charles had experienced Edwin feeling comfortable falling asleep in front of a mortal since the volcano.

"Trust me," Monty had said, running fingers through Edwin's hair, a crooked smile on his lips, "I can't think of anyone I would rather be trapped by."

That had been the moment where Charles had stopped saying Let’s just not forget that we’re not meant to stay and started thinking maybe Monty can come with us when we go.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, no grave can hold my body down (crawl home to them)

We're setting fire to our insides for fun

Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home

It was a flood that wrecked this home

And you caused it

Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette

I'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget

And my eyes are damp from the words you left

Ringing in my head when you broke my chest

-Daughter, Youth

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[gempantheon]

"You're incredibly lucky it’s not any worse." "Thank you, Miss Ayukawa."

The words slipped from his lips, feeling almost hollow as they echoed in the sterile air of the infirmary. Fresh bandages were tightly wrapped around his shoulder, stark white against the bruised skin that peeked through, extending down to his back. He cast his gaze downward, his heart heavy as it rested on the singed edges of his jacket—once a vibrant color, now marred and faded, flecks of ash lingering like ghosts of the past. This battered garment was all that remained of North Academia, a poignant reminder of the bonds he had severed to forge a new path at Duel Academia, leaving behind the place he once called home and the people who shaped him—especially her.

The specter of her loomed in his mind, a bittersweet memory woven with gentle touches and soft, concerned reprimands. His gaze lifts to the nurse, tending to more students that displayed similar symptoms. As the head of the Obelisk Dorms, Emi Ayukawa wore many hats, skillfully balancing her roles as school nurse and gym instructor despite Duel Academia being overwhelmed and understaffed. It was no mystery why applications for new positions streamed in from various would be teachers; the voids left behind from last year were palpable.

He reached for his bag, fingers brushing over the luxurious fur of the shoulder cape that rested inside—the pelt of a wolf, the last tangible connection to her. She once told him that he would one day embody the wild spirit of that magnificent creature, untamed and unbound. Now, he found himself yearning for her presence, wishing she could stand beside him in this moment of turmoil. All he had were the connections he cultivated back home, the lessons learned, and the fierce determination that burned within him.

Duel Academia was no stranger to rumors and whispers; the very air was thick with tales of danger and peril lurking around every corner. Here, young students required guidance, especially with the ominous Bio Bands clamped around their wrists, leaving a lingering sense of unease. His gaze flickered to the other exhausted students lined up in narrow beds, their faces drawn, each one silently bearing the weight of similar struggles.

The encounter of those mechanical entities haunted him; he still trembled at the recollection of screams piercing the air, followed by explosive sounds that split into silence, the acrid mingling of oil, smoke, and fire overpowering his senses. Then came the relentless downpour, washing away remnants of chaos but leaving indelible scars on the land. He had always envisioned dueling as a noble pursuit, a contest of skill and something to find joy within; what he encountered was something far more sinister. The hunters of spirits, once feared, paled in comparison to the chilling gaze of those acidic eyes that glimmered through tinted visors, radiating danger and malevolence. Those eyes left him still faintly trembling, a residual fear he'd conquer in due time.

With a resolve that burned brighter than any fire. There is something he could do, he vowed to protect Duel Academia and those who call it home. Come hell or high water, he would stand firm against the brewing storm. That was his promise, and he would not falter. He couldn't. He had to prove himself capable, to stand strong for those who would be left tormented and afraid, they needed someone they could stand behind. So he would become their shield.

And to find out who would bring harm upon a school filled with naive hope. Disgusting.

[freakinator]

pangi is a scientist who will be experimenting on the crystals away from spawn so others dont see it pogggg

[sometimesanequine]

[soggycanoli]

Shadowbringers moment

Hand is a base from this tweet :)

[the-uncanny-dag]

Found family, but the family they found fucking sucks (x)

[the-p-in-lgbtqa]

If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain

If you cut me with a knife it's still the same

And I know her heart is beating

And I know that I am dead

Yet the pain here that I feel

Try and tell me it's not real

It seems that I still have a tear to shed

If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain

In the ice or in the sun it's all the same

Yet I feel my heart is aching

Though it doesn't beat it's breaking

And the pain here that I feel

Try and tell me it's not real

I know that I am dead

Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed

Tears To Shed, Corpse Bride

Insp:

[shaylogic]

Niko's POV of her friend's looking at her with love and amazement (and whatever is going on with Edwin)