Smile • DenNor oneshot

Smile

Timo knew Berwald had never understood it. How Lukas and Mathias could simply be together in the way they did, through all their differences and the ups and downs.

But Timo understood.

Lukas and Mathias were night and day, cold and warmth, snow and fire.

There could not be one without the other. They completed each other.

Their love for each other was watching a blazing fireplace, sitting for hours on end in the snow, fresh wet ink black as midnight. It was tearstains on thick yellow paper, writing letters to someone forbidden, letters of raw emotion and love that will never be sent.

It was holding hands under the table and chaste kisses exchanged with lowered eyes, hearts simultaneously full of sadness and joy.

Together, they were eternal, timeless, like the coming and going of the seasons.

Mathias had nightmares of when he was left alone, centuries ago, but the ones that hurt the most were the ones that replayed when the two had been torn from each other, when Lukas had screamed and cried and lashed out against his captors, when little Emil had been torn away from his arms and Mathias had to watch, forced to watch as they pulled him away.

Lukas hated himself, and that is the truth of it. He hated how thin he was, how pessimistic he was, how he couldn't express himself, how negative he was towards everything, how attached he got, how he looked, how shy he was, how feminine, how selfish, how insecure, how pointless, how unnecessary, how cruel, how unasked for. How unwanted.

Lukas would hold Mathias as he cried, dull his ages-old fears and press a kiss to his forehead whenever he woke from dreams of the past. In return, Mathias was the only one who truly helped Lukas to feel that he really meant something.

They each saw a side of the other that none had ever seen. They instilled in each other the belief that they were not alone, and that they were loved.

And they were not alone. For they had each other.

And they were equally gloriously, unchangeably in complete and total love with each other, and so they will always be.

Timo knew Berwald had never understood it. To Berwald, the two were oil and vinegar, two things that could never mix. To Berwald, they were exact opposites, better off seperately than together.

But Timo understood.

And so Timo smiled.