The two brunettes sat on the edge of a cliff, over looking the melting hues of the sunset while laughing and chatting eagerly with each other, eyes sparkling with euphoria; only one of them unaware of the peril that would occur the next sunrise.
"Okay, okay; would you rather, listen to Tommy ramble for an hour or act like a simp for Quackity?" Wilbur chuckled at the shocked expression his lover gave him in response, the way the shorter male's eyebrows rose and his face slightly elongated.
"What kind of question is that?!" George laughed, holding his stomach from the ache. The taller brunette shrugged with an amused flex of his eyebrows.
"Quackity would literally get into it too much," the Brit chuckled, "and hanging around Tommy could possibly be the death of me, let alone listening to every single word he produces for an hour," George shrugged with an edge rated sigh of exhaustion.
Wilbur nodded thoughtfully, "Nice breakdown," he chuckled.
Both George and Wilbur continued with their game of 'Would You Rather', hands intertwined and leaning on each other with intrigued gazes upon one another. Soon their chatter died down and they just sat, being together, watching the sun disappearing into the never ending sea under the horizon. All felt small around them, like they were the only souls on a peaceful land.
Really, they weren't. In the harsh reality they were divided up by sides and conflict, heroism, villainy, power, greed, pain, triumphs... but at least they were both there together, even if it was forbidden romance.
Wilbur's mind wandered to tomorrow... the scheduled war. He was finally going to do it. End his unfinished symphony. End ManBurg. Perhaps he'd have a change of heart, but all he knew at the moment was that TNT would fly, wrath would would rage. And he'd make sure George wasn't anywhere near it.
Speaking of which, "What idea do you have for the house?" Wilbur questioned his lover, giving him a soft smile and focusing his attention on the shorter.
That's what George knew. Wilbur had suggested George could make a house, originally they were both going to do it, but really he'd just said that to sell the brunette on the idea. Wilbur was stating it only to distract his beloved, keep him safe, give him something to work on that'd take up the majority of the war and the devastation that would occur tomorrow. In the brunette's eyes, he'd be making a nice little home for them.
"I was thinking like- a little hobbit house, y'know? With the mushroom pieces and stuff!" George exclaimed with a smile, "But, I wish we could work on it together..." he added quietly with a disappointed sigh following.
"Me too, love... but, we both know it'd be risky... especially in the open," he murmured, feeling the brunette wrap his arms around his torso and rest his head more against Wilbur's shoulder.
They enjoyed each other's embrace, the taller putting an arm over his beloved, huffing a chuckle and taunting light-heartedly, "Clingy."
To which George retorted sassily, "Simp," peeking up at the taller.
"Shut up."
They'd stayed like that until the moon replaced the sun and the stars were shimmering against the dark expanse of the sky. Wilbur got to his feet and hoisted the smaller up to also stand, both brunettes making their way through the forest, avoiding the area where PogTopia sat. They walked until the forest grew shallow and soon ended, allowing Wilbur to stay hidden from the open field ahead, the border only a little ways up ahead.
George turned to his taller lover, embracing him for a final time.
"Seriously just a hug?" Wilbur rose a brow smugly but curiously at the smaller brunette, watching as his lover peeked up at him innocently.
He leant down to connect his lips with George's; both immediately melting into the kiss, matching each other's rhythm with ease. Wilbur's hands fell into their usual placement; one on the waist and the other to the back of the head, keeping George close.
He felt himself leaning in more, carefully pushing the smaller back, only to be halted as George's figure rested against a nearby tree. The said Brit tangled one of his hands with the back of Wilbur's thick curls, the pair gently parting for a short ounce of air before their lips met softly once more.
Wilbur lead a few more quick, tender kisses, ending with a final one and pulling away as they both caught their breath.
"Gosh, desperate much...?" George weakly chuckled, regaining air as the taller did.
Wilbur simply gave his lover a peck on the corner of his lips, smiling in a goofy amusement, "I'm a proud simp."
"Pfffft-"
The two let go of each other, the taller Brit releasing the smaller from his secure, gentle hold. Wilbur took George's hand into his own, bringing it up and kissing it before giving his love a genuine, warm smile; the brunette returning it.
He adjusted the beanie upon Wilbur's head gently, extending onto his tippy-toes to do so, before exiting into the field, reaching out to his lover who reached back; linking their hands for a moment before they left each other's touch. George waved to Wilbur before turning his back to the tall brit and focusing ahead of him.
Wilbur watched his beloved walk off, getting smaller and smaller until he completely disappeared out of vision. He sighed, missing the contact of their lips, hands... the warmth. He was the clingy one if he was being honest, not George.
The familiar, subtly empty feeling returned as he began walking back towards PogTopia. How he wished he and George weren't divided by the sides. How he wished he could just hold George forever. How he wished things were different.
But obviously, things weren't perfect.
"Where the fuck have you been?!" Tommy irritably greeted the tall Brit at the entrance of PogTopia, "I've been sending messages through the communicators like crazy!"
The young blonde took out the device from his pocket, showing the proof of the many messages he'd sent Wilbur.
The brunette sighed, walking past Tommy, "I was out for a walk."
"The entire afternoon?"
"It's none of your business, Tommy."
The blonde grumbled under his breath, following Wilbur inside, locking up the entrance behind them. Tommy had picked up on Wilbur's absence, yet he always got the same responses when he pried about it:
'None of your business'
'Went for a walk'
'Something you don't need to worry about'
'Planning'
'Important stuff '
It pissed him off. But he kept trying, kept trying to figure out what was up. For now, he'd lay low...
Wilbur disappeared into his own cavern, hanging his coat up. He made sure Tommy had gone to his room before taking a seat on his bed and taking out his own communicator. He didn't even need to press on George's contact for it was already open by prior actions:
𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑡: 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 <𝟹 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎
𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑁𝑜𝑡𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 <𝟹 <𝟹 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑.
Wilbur smiled down at the screen before standing up and placing it back in the pocket of his jacket, returning to his bed. He got under the covers after removing his shoes and any other accessories, staring at the ceiling above for a moment.
Tomorrow, everything would change, for the better or worse. He'd find out when it all happened.
Tomorrow... he'd blow it all up, if it was the last thing he'd do.
Wilbur leaned over and blew the candle out of the lantern on his bedside table, letting the blanket of darkness envelope him. The Brit settled himself, closing his eyes to enter sleep... keeping his beloved brunette in mind.
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𝙿𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍: Sunday, 19th September, 2:16pm 2021
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Fanfiction!ON HOLD, ALSO BEING EDITED! ꧁Grief. It overwhelmed George at the death of his lover. Wilbur had always been the unstable type, but what about when he reached his limit? When he asked his own father to assist him in suicide of sorts after blowing up...
