Say Yes to Heaven - (A&D)

Say Yes to Heaven

A/N: This fic is in 3rd person, but you see everything as Dec does. (All will be explained!)

If you'd like some extra ambiance, please play the following songs on any platform:

-'Howl's Moving Castle - Merry Go Round of Life' Played by the 'Vitamin String Quartet' (Until the song change over)
-'Yes to Heaven' By Lana Del Rey. 'August' on Spotify has the perfect version which can also be found on YouTube By 'Melancholia' (For the remainder of the fic).

Enjoy x

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Declan's eyes fly open, directly facing him with a door.

Two doors- cream coloured, handles of gold.

He turns to his left- about a stride away- a wall- a cream coloured wall faces him -- the bottom third sectioned out along the stretch where red paint meets gold.

He turns to his right, eyes met with the same view- two walls, two doors; and there's a floor below him, he sees, he's standing up - stood on carpet - a thin layer of carpet, red and patterned with yellow sparks, almost like small stars...

Two walls, two doors, floor - corridor. He's stood in a corridor.

Dec turns around, finding the organisation of excessive furniture (decorative neatness topped with an overkill of polishing) to match that of a mansion. It's not a particularly unusual place to be in, but-

This is not where he was just seconds ago.

He was with-

And Ant was...

And what of those machines?

He can picture a dim room, cold and bluish-grey...

Music. There's music playing here - the doors - Dec puts his ear to it: the music is definitely on the other side, it's classical with a swing, like dance music, and people too- voices... laughter and low inaudible speech. Dec's hand falls to the gold handle.

He pauses. Hesitation and caution first at mind.

Dec pushes the lock. It clicks, the sound passing down his whole body. Almost prepared, cracking open the door, he slips through to the next scene.

The first thing Declan is hit with is light. Hundreds of intricate white fairy lights are strung across the entire ceiling, hung low in curves created by gravity which, in the centre, meet a single tall chandelier draped in shimmering diamond crystals that dangle from its growth of golden curves. High walls descend to a full polished wood floor which in all form a wide and extravagant scale of that which does not match a mansion, but a palace - those whom Declan heard through the doors are in their numbers countless, fashioned in dress-suits and exquisite gowns that flood the room with the most stunning colour palette, radiant against the surrounding cream coloured walls and golden wall-candles. Large, white-sheeted round tables and sweet-desert trays pack this side of the room, while dancers and a live orchestra fill the other, the sounds of pure, humanistic happiness echo through the entire hall- but Dec can't help but feel none of it.

How did I get here? I just woke up here... How- What's going on? Where am I? What am I doing here? What is this? Am I even in the right year? Am I in the past? The future? Why- what,

Dec's head was spinning - everything became distorted, his vision warped and blurry, breaths heaving, struggling for air- he turned around, looking to find if he could find something, anything, someone here who could give him answers, but he can't see, he can't see anyone he knows here - he doesn't know where he is, how he got here, where is he- WHERE AM I?