Cold Bones Embrace (UTMV X OCs)

12| The Well

•All the words I couldn't say to you, oh, the damage I'd have wrought. That old house, those rotting memories, burned easier than I'd have thought.•

|PLUTO|

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(The poetry in the chapter was written by my good pal @ViQuickSilver cause I'm a mess when it comes to poetry.)

Inside things were kind of the same. Except while Fell and the 'Star Sluts' as he called them talked in the kitchen, Pluto and Vi sat on the couch, miserably.

It wasn't either of there faults per se, things just felt wrong. That was what caused their original falling out. Micheal left and with that knowledge things just weren't right. Maybe it was the knowledge that Micheal wouldn't come back, or the fact that they were always meant to be a trio. Micheal's absence never bothered the two the times he was sick, just now it only served to make the silence louder.

"You think he found new friends?" Vi asked, turning to Pluto, and as painful as it was for a moment, Pluto knew exactly what they were talking about. He nodded and things went silent again. So loud.

"I see you haven't dyed your hair since then," Pluto pointed out and Vi groaned putting their face into their hands.

"Don't remind me, I hate it," They scratched their head quickly, before relaxing with a sigh. Pluto just shrugged, looking to one of his many painted walls.

"Sorry," Pluto wanted to curl up, things were so goddamn awkward it was going to kill him, "It's just not the same without Micheal here." He didn't even mean to say it aloud, but it was something. The sentiment silently shared between the two.

"You think I don't know that? He's such an idiot!" Vi kvetched, flopping back against the couch, they seemed a bit upset. Pluto wanted to fix it, to help them. To be friends.

"At least we're moving on, right? New friends 'n all," Pluto muttered, frowning at Vi's slouched over form.

"I wouldn't call them my friends, they're just doing it out of pity," Vi mumbled, scowling a moment before their gaze softened, their blue eyes fixed on Pluto and Pluto only sighed in response.

"Fell's my friend," He paused, adding, "I think." He wasn't too sure, Fell said that they were friends, but at the same time he barely knew anything about Fell. He didn't want to get attached.

"I'm.. I'm sorry," Vi suddenly went from bristling to languid, making Pluto worry.

Pluto didn't respond for a moment, "So, why did you come here?" After so long. "What's in the box?"

"Poetry, you can go through it if you want, I just thought I'd dump it to 'recover' or something," Vi mumbled, waving a hand in dismissal.

The box sat on a coffee table in front of them, Pluto clasped the lid, pulling it off. What must've been at least fifty poems scrawled on different scraps of paper, addressed to different people. Finally choosing a page, Pluto settled on one addressed to Micheal.

I've never been able to tell you about the spark that I used to see in you and me.
The one that would dance around every time we did something together.
Or well maybe it was just the flame in my heart that burned for your love each and every day.
Though you never had the same flame, did you?

"Oh damn," Pluto was startled for a moment, Vi was in love with Micheal? Or was, more likely. Pluto didn't know how to react, while it sucked for Vi, he didn't know. It'd been so long.

"Let me see that," Pluto relinquished the page and Vi's face flushed, shoving it back into the box.

"Maybe there's hope to talk to him again," Pluto mumbled, watching carefully as Vi frowned even more so.