Over 20 2gether/BW AU short stories
- The Devil's Plaything : Where the Devil has a plaything, but finds more than he bargained for 🔞
- Say Something : Where Wat pays Tine to spend time with him, but is there more to them? #heavyangst ⚠️
- Rock, Pa...
A/N : Another tweetfic from a while ago. Very very short word vomit.
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"Grandpa, who's the man in these photos?" "Where did you find these?" he asked, running weathered fingertips gently over the sepia paper "Was he your friend?" "Yes. And more. A lot more" sighed the old man, his heart twinging for what might have been. If only.
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"These were taken years ago. Were you a rockstar back then, Grandpa?" "I had my moments" he replied, a mysterious smile curving his lips. He didn't think his grandkids would believe him if they knew his past. "What's his name? He's so handsome."
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"Bright". The name sat warm on his tongue even now, half a century later. "What happened to him and you?" "Life" he whispered sadly. The bitterness of their separation had dulled into wistfulness with time. In a different era, they could have been together.
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"Let's live like we have to for now, and love like we want to in fifty years" they had reluctantly accepted. Society demanded a sacrifice of souls for the survival of bodies. So they'd each gone their separate way, parted but not forgotten.
Never forgotten.
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One went on to achieve fame and success as a stage director with exceptional talent in tragedy and pathos. The other, heir to the family business, grew his fortunes and started a family by marrying a friend. There was affection there, and respect. But not the kind of love he had given up.
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"Do you miss him, Grandpa?" "Every day" he whispered. He could clearly picture every scar on Bright's face even now, though they hadn't met since their separation. He'd found companionship but now he was alone again. His wife, his lifelong friend, had passed away a month ago.
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"Vachi, what are you doing? I sent you to bring Grandpa downstairs. Dad, someone's here to see you. Come in please, Mr Chivaree."
Time stopped as Bright gazed at him with the warmth of a thousand suns.
"Metawin"
Oh how he'd longed to hear his name uttered in that voice.
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"It's 50 years later now, my love. Can I call you mine at last?"
Tears streamed down his face unbidden as he fell into Bright's open arms. Blissful completeness enveloped him in a tight, fragrant embrace.
