Let's be Friends || Black Butler x Male! Reader

Departure

Her hair was soft.

You remembered it.

Laying on the grass, laying upon her hair.

Her hair, so much hair, so long it would drag. Laying like a blanket on the grass.

The feeling of the sun on your skin, and the feeling of her hair tickling your sides.

The two of you sit in a wide and vast field, a field of forever flowing grass.

A field glistening and serene.

This is the world of light and ever flowing purity.

A breeze hits strong. It is sudden and sharp, yet not cold nor painful. It is fresh and generous. It makes you want to let yourself go, and allow yourself to fly in it like a leaf in the air.

Her hair begins to flow above your head. It blocks your view of the sky, the view of the angels flying above you.

She couldn't fly, for obvious reasons. You, however, could.

Still, as much as you knew this was such lovely weather to fly in, you never felt the need to fly when you were able to be by her instead.

You're laying behind her, your back to the ground. Her back to you. She is writing in her book.

You don't mind it.

You are having much more of a good time laying in her hair rather than inquiring what she was writing about. Besides, you had all the time in the world to ask her about it later. There was no need to be so hasty. She was not going anywhere.

You twirl strands of her hair between your small and plump fingers.

She has so much hair, that once it flows above you, it acts like a tree and gives you shade.

For a moment, the sun disappears, alongside the angels. Her hair rushes above you in a flurry.

What was once light surrounding you, becomes shade, and the shade, then becomes darkness.

You close your eyes and allow yourself to be consumed by it.

This darkness of hers, so warm.

This darkness of hers acts like a shield, even when there isn't anything to hurt you.

It is the greatest comfort to you.

A sign that she is there, and that you are not alone.

She closes her book and begins to sit there. Still. She is in the light, and she is embracing its warmth.

She is in a place she does not belong. She is a spot of darkness in this land of light.

Her hair spreads around like black roots, taking over the land, overpowering the light.

However, you had never once believed that she was undeserving of being here. You two were here together, and you believed that both you and her deserved that. To embrace this warmth, to be here together, to be pampered by the land itself, it was what the two of you deserved.

You let out a quiet hum and slowly begin to smile.

You, a small child, this being of her creation.

Her little son. A tiny devil.

You love her darkness. You love the being you are. Her darkness is just as warm as the light. As you lay there, you think to yourself about what you will be like when you grow older. You smile more as you think about how you hope to have a darkness within your heart, that is just as warm as hers. This devil that you are, you love it. You love that you have this piece of your mother. She is your mother, and you love her. You love being a devil, just as much as you love being an angel. It only means you are a product of love between the two. You embrace this darkness of hers wholeheartedly. You hope, one day, you will be able to show off your very own darkness.