Sarah Paulson character multi-pairing oneshots

Don't let the sun go down on me

TW: character death

You had never known what it felt like to be cradled like an infant in the gentle grasp of love. Your hands only fit with each other; no one was crafted for the touch of your fingers. No one's heartbeat matched the rhythm of your own. You were condemned to a life of being misunderstood. You felt too much, thought too much. You were just too much.
Your heart had never before warmed at the sight of another person, only turning ice cold with bitterness as the years went by, drifting further and further from the touch of the sun and sinking into the shade. You had always accepted your fate as one that didn't include love.

Until it included three.

Hands that fit so perfectly in yours and eyes that ignited the fire in your belly when they looked back at you. Your heart throbbed, swollen with the affection it carried. The hollow space where hopelessness once resided now glowed with love; the wealth of gold ran through your veins.

You were now not only cradled but clung to, caressed and kissed with the essence of love the three women indulged you in. A life devoid of light suddenly shone with startling brightness and you had never felt happiness as you did now.

Basking in the sun of love. The arms of Aphrodite.

Four women in equilibrium. The way you slotted into each other's existence so peacefully, as if you had always been there. The gap in their life was the shape of you and your heart was the perfect eye of the needle through which they threaded their heartstrings.
They never rose above you, instead pulling you to rise with them, shrouded in the pure power they exuded.

Delia recognised her past self within you. Fragile.
She held your pieces together with the grip she always held your hand with; her lips greeted your temple every few hours, whenever the stain of her kiss began to fade from your skin, she remade it anew.

Wilhemina respected you like no other. Every thought and every idea that crossed your mind was expressed to her listening ear. You had never been listened to before, simply drowning in the self-dialogue that possessed your mind. Keeping you up at night.
You now slept peacefully in her arms, the birds that were caged in your head set free.

Billie loved you with everything she had. Fiercely. She was a wildfire that engulfed you entirely and It felt good to burn, consumed by the power and strength and love she swallowed you in.

You had felt so blessed by the miracle of loving and being loved by three women. So blinded by your luck that you had never considered the curse of losing three women.

How could you have lost all three women?

The arms of affection that had held you so tenderly now pushed you to the floor, choking the life out of you as you thrashed and gasped and deflated with the force of the life that fled from you.

Of course you had been made aware of it, but still none of you could have expected it when Cordelia first began to wither. The lush green of a springtime bloom faltering in the cool air of the autumn as the seasons began to change and the sun withdrew once again.

You had felt it first, the rolling waves of magic that throbbed in your veins had become all but a faint murmur, the shadow of the power that had thrummed inside you before. She had denied it when you asked, of course she had. Guilt twisted within her and her insides squeezed at the idea of leaving you behind, and yet she had no choice. A bitter twist of fate that the force that pounded through her would also be her fatal flaw.
Billie was the next to understand, catching the supreme as she stumbled up the stairs, crumpled like a newspaper caught in the fraught wind of winter as the cold drew in. She  held her close until they reached the privacy of their shared bedroom, demanding an explanation of what would come next. Even now you could remember the anxious tapping of her nails on the kitchen table when Cordelia gathered you both and explained  what laid ahead for you all in the next few months. The shrieking of her nails scratching permanent scars into the wood rattled and echoed in your empty chest as you reminisced on the beginning of the end. The faint glow of sunset that was ultimately cast into the darkness of the night.
Mina was the last to understand, though something in you suggested she had been in a bitter denial rather than a blissful ignorance; you all knew she was much too observant for it to have gone unnoticed, but that didn't make it any easier when the four of you sat at the table in pensive silence, hands joined in a circle. A futile effort to fuse you together before you broke apart for good.