Our Moments Interwined Together. | [UncleInnit Oneshots]

Flowers

《 Tommy and Michael hang out together in a garden for long hours. A separate alternative universe in DSMP where war has just ended. 》

Flowers were his favourite.

The sun washes generously a golden, bright glow—steadily making the cobwebs-like crystals embedded in the blades of grass melt under the touch.
The cherish chirps filtered the wind that silently howled on a sunny day.

Even so, a sunny weather couldn't make the garden ugly or put in shame of its glory—it shown its pride and grace of itself too many times to survive all around seasons to be able to pretty.

So beautiful, that one's eyes couldn't take off the countless amounts of thriving, sweet flowers of purple hyacinths, pink canartions and the blue hydrangeas that danced along with the wind.

Truly, it was beautiful place.

However, it was much of a party between two individuals that stayed within the green territory for a few hours—more like one as they came later.
Tommy sat between the blades of grass comfortably with his nephew, Michael.

These two were closest of all, always enjoying each other accompany. Especially when these two were so open to each other and loved to be involved in a conversation.
Michael was more a listener rather than a talker, since he was mute from the beginning.

It may be an unfortunate thing for him, but it was truly the opposite; He enjoyed seeing the smiles and the lively emotions come out his uncle's—Tommy—mouth as he spoke.

It just felt nice.

Tommy wouldn't disagree any less of that statement, being always happy to rant and talk. It did make himself feel a bit lonely, but he was always happy for Michael's accompany whether he was able to talk or not.

This was how their relationship was. And it was truly a beautiful relationship, more beautiful than the glory of the sun could be.

", and then Tubbo screamed at Ranboo! His face was red like a tomato and pissed off! Might as well imagine him as a cartoon character with smoke spewing from his ears!", Tommy cackled as the tears pricked his eyes.

But, soon his laughter died down, peace reclaiming himself, "Michael, all these adventures I go on. I hope one day you could go on too. But, childhood is better than what I've experienced.

Young as I am, I don't want some fucked up shit in your life.", Tommy grinned at Michael. Although his nephew was unresponsive, he knew he was smiling inside.
It was a little trait Tommy picked up; He was always quiet when he felt flustered or happy in a specific way.

Knowing that information always took a shot to Tommy's heart that he could make Michael feel special.

"I know I don't say this, but you are the sun. My sun, who I would always look forward to— No! You are the skies. Because, the suns‐ they always ditch and come back like those shitty exes. You aren't like that. But, the skies are eternal, and so is my love for you. Whether day or night, I still admire the skies; I still admire you." He chuckled softly, hearing his nephew grunt in high-pitch faintly.

"And, yeah. To the end of my life, I will always protect you.. No matter what..", He whispered.
"Protect you physically and mentally. You are the sky. For me, Tubbo and Ranboo. I hope you know that. Because you are everything to me.", He didn't know why he felt something stab into his heart, with his eyes threatening to spill tears.

It's like that, we all cry because these words that we speak are so powerful and emotional to us.

These powerful words were emotional to him.

And, even though they are unneeded, they give some power and determination to chase the light.
Maybe, they are themselves the light if they thought carefully.

Tommy coughed a bit in his mouth, forcefully to clear his throat, "So... I got you some gifts today."

Tommy took out a bouquet of luscious lilac irises, orange blossoms and pink carnations wrapped up together with a pink bow; It was Michael's favourite colour.
Tommy sighed, not in frustration but with relief, "I always knew you loved purples and pinks—which I always hated because Techno loves pink—so I brought you these."

Before Tommy could hand them over, he took one last sniff of the strong, glacé pungent wafting in bouquet.
It was a cozy feeling, no wonder Michael loved them.
But, it wasn't his gift to keep forever.
Thus, he plopped the flowers onto the wild pasture gently, and hugged his nephew's gravestone.

The sun steadily hid behind the hills far from the meadow, the atmosphere was painted with streaks of warm tones like a true canvas artwork.
Who wondered how long he hung out with his nephew.
With gifts for him, to please himself but most importantly his nephew, Michael.

Flowers were his favourite.

《 Written by Myop14 》