Skephalo Oneshots

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    Prompt- There really wasn't one, I just wrote something a little personal but loved the idea of Bad writing poetry or something and thus this was born =)

Warning- None, this one is super soft

AN//  You guys continue to amaze me every day, I am here again thanking you all for damn near 10k reads and that is increasable! Eh bien, Merci Beaucoup,  mon amour <3

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    "I'm the kid full of broken ribs shielding a bruised heart. The kind of kid that cries over sunsets and scuffed books falling apart because I can relate too heavily with them. I was the kid that thought he was on top of the world, and crying isn't for everyone, this much I know is true. Cause I've seen many-a-teary eyes, and though not everyone looks pretty crying, it hurts so much more to see you so broken... so lost.

    While I'm broken glass in an aggressively moving river, he is the feeling of lilacs softly caressing my fingertips mid-spring and snowflakes dancing on his eyelashes late winter. Practically polar opposites in tone but so, so beautiful in my minds eye, both things in which I love almost as much as I long for him.

    He's the last piece of candy in the box, the final refreshing sip of a good cup of tea, or soda, or whatever you want him to be, because that's who his is. He is an elixir of hope and prosperity and longing and love... and still so far from me.

    He is within my fingertips reach, but I'm stretched over a million kilometer drop to a broken heart, and he sits on a throne of stability and peace... just as a king of broken branch crowns, bruised knuckles, and sunshine smiles should." 

    He took in a shaky breath of air, pausing the video, and rubbing his eyes with clammy finger tips at an ill attempt to rid the wetness resting on his eyelashes. The bed spread under his back was cold and wrinkled in an odd way that made him uncomfortable and achy, but he continued to lay their. Rubbing at his eyes over and over as if it would make his tears any less real. 

    Trying, and quite frankly failing, to compose himself he clicked play on the posted live stream again. This time rolling onto his stomach with his head cocked to the side, rested on his folded arm while the other held up his phone, Zak felt the familiar tug at the corner of his mouth at the sound of his best-friend. "No, No, No! Do not clip that! You muffins promised if  I told you something about him you'd leave me alone about my mumbling!" He squealed, his MineCraft character going stock still. 

    With a mumbled giggle, Zak rolled his eyes but immediately felt a wave of guilt settling in his stomach at the knowledge he wasn't even supposed to hear that. Even with that knowledge, he ignored the guilt and the heat rising to his cheeks and his shaky hands as he rewinded the clip to hear Darryl say those beautiful words about him again. 

    Zak was surprised baffled amazed, even, that Darryl could even talk like... that, let alone in front of thousands of people. And about him no less! Zak genuinely couldn't believe anyone felt that way about him... it was hard to imagine anyone loving or caring for you so much they wrote about you. Putting words together to try and convey the emotion they felt around and about you, trying to make you understand how their brain and heart works. How it works around you.

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    "Oh come on Bad! You can't double-or-nothing your way out of everything, you know?" Zak spoke fondly, propping his head on his bent arm resting on his desk. The glow of the monitor made his eyes burn the longer he stared at it with unblinking eyes, waiting for Darryl's response. 

    He heard a laugh, "Oh, ho, ho! But I can! And if that were true, you wouldn't let me do it, now would you?" 

    Zak's breath caught in his lungs, his hair falling more into his eyes with his sudden backwards movement. Darryl had a point, he always had a point, not that he'd ever admit that. He couldn't help the scoff that fell from his pursed lips, "Yeah, whatever you say, BadBoyHalo. If that's what helps you sleep at night, buddy." He laughed, moving his character toward the bed wars selection for the third time that night, one more game couldn't hurt... could it?

    Upon bouncing around the waiting room, ignoring the sickening silence filling the call, Zak went to open his mouth and joke about a forfeit when Darryl started to mumble. "Crooked smiles and red fingers on cold nights make me shiver, but the frigid temperature of the moons knowing grin isn't the cause. Instead it is him standing on the beautiful edge of loneliness drenched in the shadows of tall buildings and florescent city lights..." 

    The beautiful words sprinkled in sugar and star dust went right to Zak's heart. Such soft words made his heart speed up and his fingers twitch, tears immediately springing to his eyes. 

    'I thought I had this under control...' He sniffed, rubbing at his eyes. Insolent tears invading his dark eyes had him holding back a scoff, instead a choked cry replaced it. 

    "S'Geppy? Y'Alright?" Darryl asked, concern bleeding from the lines in his voice but a fake smile audibly on his lips. 

    Then he's crying again. A rapid waterfall ripping down his face in quick succession, and even with the tears drenching his face and where they fell onto his pant leg, a blinding smile was tearing his face in half. 

    The sound of his friend crying made Darryl frantic, "Geppy?! Zak? Hey dude, are you alright? Do I need to call someone?! Z-"

    "Darryl-" He choked, a smile still etched into his cheeks painfully, "- Darryl, thank you. I love you, you- your words are so nice! And I-I can't-" He cried, though this time giggling wetly in between gasps of air. 

    "My- My words? Wha- Zak?" 

    Zak smiled, sniffling, "I love your voice-" He said softly, "-And your words, they make me happy. So so happy, and that's hard to do these days. Being so far from everyone. I- Thank you, Darryl. You make me feel loved when I feel alone." 

    Darryl is shocked for a moment, processing words he wasn't expecting but finds better than the alternative. Then he's smiling, covering his face with his hands, "Oh... Well, I'm glad, Zak." He grins, voice muffled but sugary sweet. Always diabetes inducing around Zak. 

    Humming, Zak was at a loss for words. Curious as to where they were to go from there, but then they were dropped into the bed wars map. "Oh, I'm so gonna kick your ass!" Zak cheered, leaning forward in his computer chair.

     Darryl gasped playfully, "Language you muffin!" He giggled, collecting his materials to bridge to mid. 

     And if he let a few more nice words accidentally slip from his heart, that was no ones business but his and Zak's.