lucathy oneshots wmmap

҂two centuries later҂

original time period 

mild angst ・honestly i had no idea what i was doing while writing this :D 

also i haven't read wmmap in a long time so i kinda forgot about the world tree so we're just gonna pretend that arc didn't happen 😁

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Under the glow of the brightest moonlight

My head arrests on a pillow of white

My heart aches with every thought of you, and all the things you do

I can't help, but hold my breath

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Lucas lifted up his hand and gazed at it, tracing patterns on his linen bedsheet. It wasn't that he couldn't sleep; he had too many thoughts in his head than he could ever imagine and all of them were screaming at him to do different things. Looking to his right, he found himself alone in his double size bed, like he had been for the past two centuries. His jet black hair was splayed out on the silk pillow that resembled the colour of the snow where they had first kissed. Go, go. The voice whispered to him. No, rather, it screamed and shouted in his mind. Go, Lucas. Maybe he wasn't courageous enough to let go of things that were already in the past, things that couldn't compare to what the mage had fought through before. Go and run to her. As if his body was being possessed by someone else, the boy stood up mechanically and wrapped a cloak around him, opened his window and jumped down.

He floated past a cluster of columns and was reminded of the soft, circular wide blue eyes that had drawn him in under the colonnades and the glaring hot sun that surrounded them when the two had first met. Even as the colour faded into grey-ish blue, Lucas remained bewitched by the girl and her brave smile. Yet, in the end, she couldn't stay with him forever and left him; and so, it became a repeated cycle of Lucas seeing his loved ones grow old before him. Blinking, he landed on top of another windowsill and looked down, arms crossed. He imagined her, lying asleep on the silk covers and lost in her own world of daydreams. It was too bad that he himself couldn't do the same today. Still, maybe there was still hope that she was somewhere peaceful now; and, just maybe, she was sleeping peacefully there. Falling off the edge, Lucas flew away from the main palace and instead, came to rest upon a wide hill, where all was eerily quiet.

His boots crunched against the dewy tops of the grass and Lucas coughed, bent over. Reaching inside his leather bag, he hesitated for a second. He hadn't come to this place in decades. Not since their great grandchild's funeral. Maybe he couldn't handle the thought of another lifetime passing without his queen. Would she be angry, then, that Lucas hadn't bothered to come? Would she stamp her foot on the ground in agitation and scream at him until tears came out of her eyes? And, worst of all, would she tell him to never come again? He pulled out a group of mauve shaded hyacinths, the tops of their petals bristling together in the wind and tied with an old ribbon fraying at the edges that had once been threaded into a young girl's braid. Laying them down on the cracked stone, he hugged his chest to his knees and closed his eyes, shoulders relaxing under the milk white glare of the moon. The moon that whenever one of them was away, they would both agree to look at at the same time. It stood as a reminder that no matter what, they would always be with each other, even if it wasn't physically. 

Lucas smiled softly when he remembered the whispered vows, the unspoken promises that the two had made during their relationship. He looked up, brushing his fingers over the indented letters on the headstone.

Athanasia De Alger Obelia

3rd December A.D.543

21st May A.D.452

She was not the sunrise; she was the sun

Very faintly, he could still hear the music being played from the ballroom, the same score that they had danced the waltz to many times before. The notes washed over him and he remembered walking down the town streets with his jacket around her shoulders, eating fried food on a stick and her hands in his, pulling him from one stall to another. The mage dropped his head once again and tried to recall what exact shade of blue her eyes were, what length her golden hair used to be, and found himself struggling. The memories faded into each other, leaving only small flashbacks and sounds that he found himself clinging uselessly onto. Hugging his knees to his chest, Lucas whispered, "I'm sorry, Athanasia. I miss you so much. Happy new year- although, it would be another year without you... " 

He fiddled with his fingers, anxious. It was so stupid. Athy couldn't hear him. Dead people couldn't hear. They were just- there. The full shock of it hit Lucas like a tidal wave. She was gone, and nothing would bring her back. His hands went slack and he put his head on the ground and a scream tore out of his throat. He could smell the scent of wet dewy grass mixed with the salt of his tears, and he tried to stop, but he knew that even years of experience from hiding his feelings would not help him now. With each sob that racked his body, Lucas found himself spiralling down a deep hole. He should have been grateful for every moment he had gotten to spend with her- and he was, he treasured it all- but when the time came, he found himself greedy for more. They knew what they had gotten themselves into the moment they got married, but the fact was a knife in Lucas's heart that kept twisting and twisting, every day. 

"I wish- I wish, Athy, that time had better timing for you and me. And they say that there are always parallel universes from ours. Some have small changes, like how you might wear a different colour of shoes, but some seem completely different. I hope, that in one of ours, we're living peacefully together, and all this immortality was just a fairytale." 

Lucas got up and rearranged the hyacinths.

"I'll come back for you no matter what, you know."

He did, although by then the world had been swallowed up by the sun and many millennia had passed. But he still did. He braved everything the universe threw at him just to see his queen again. And under the glow of the brightest moonlight, two lovers fell into each other's arms and a sheet of blinding white covered them.

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song used・late nights by mxmtoon

 if u were wondering how old athy got to be in this oneshot, it's 91. also, lucathy wedding is next 👀

me and my friend  Sn0w1sC0ld will be writing some more lukiel content (we'll be uploading it on both our accs, go check hers out, she's written some awesome kiyoyachi), drop a comment if u want to be tagged when the first chapter comes out :>