⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆
--- ( 𝙋𝙀𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆𝙀𝙍 )
❝ are we wrong? are we right?
we jump first and then decide ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- what is a hero to do when the one he loves is already dead
( mcu )
( peter parker x male!oc )
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— LIONEL HAD NEVER GIVEN MUCH THOUGHT AS TO HOW HIS FUNERAL WOULD BE, but when he looked back on his life, he'd at least pictured a few guests. His family, at the very least. Perhaps even a reporter or two, clawing at one another in an attempt to get the big scoop on the death of Queens' golden boy.
He was not, however, expecting to stand entirely alone, staring down at his own freshly engraved headstone, tuning out the minister a few paces away as the man did his job and spoke about life, unliving, and God's unearthly plan.
The smallest parts of him wanted to laugh. A few weeks ago, he had everything. The perfect life, the reputation of an eldritch beast, and all the riches one could imagine.
How could all of that have disappeared so quickly?
Lionel scoffed, crossing his arms and glaring angrily at the pale sun peeking through the clouds above as tiny, glistening raindrops splattered against his cheeks, cascading down his chin to marry with the earth beneath him.
He knew exactly how he'd lost everything. He really shouldn't be so surprised that this is how it ends- his body being buried- nothing more to his existence than the clothes on his back.
Pulling at his own shirt collar uncomfortably, his skin began to burn with an uncomfortable heat- yet still, he continued to stare into the icy rays of sunlight basking the world in a grey glow.
Was this that light? The one that everyone talked about in life- that brilliant, friendly, divine light that would take his hand and guide him into the unknown? Into whatever happened next? Was there something next? These questions raced around Lionel's mind, and it was difficult to catch any one of them in his shaken grasp when his very presence felt- like nothingness. Like it was non-existent.
He supposed it was because of the rain. When he'd been alive, he remembered loving the rain; the life that it fed, the misty smell and warm, dewy feeling that filled his lungs with every smiling breath.
Now, it just feels cold. Cold, sad, and unforgivingly lonely.
Is this death? This miserable state of being? Is this what he deserved?
Lionel's head hurt- and he realized his eyes began to sting with tears the more he stared into the silver clouds, so he averted his gaze back to the ground beneath his feet.
It didn't change anything. The dam had broken, and a river of grief flowed within, his anger becoming the most brutal sort of unending despair.
