The Stage is Set

The Sweetest Suffering of a Parent pt.6

Derniere Danse - Indila

It's a long one, I hope you're ready! Sorry if the translations are off, I'm using Google Translate.

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"Why are you crying?" The voice startles Creation. Blue looks at them as Dream and Lust metaphorically tear their hair out. Blue places a gentle hand on their knee, standing right where they placed his core. "What's wrong?"

Suddenly, he doesn't feel so angry. His soul isn't screaming. It's quiet in his mind for once. Yet, he wants to bring a finger to his mouth and tug his shirt. He's not in stripes anymore and stamps that urge down. Yet his mind fogs. He feels so small, so young again. His hand finds his scarf. When did he get it back?

"Ils me manquent! [I miss them!]" Creation cries. Their voice sounds strangely more like Ink than Creation and warbles with their tears, "Ça m'a frappé, ils sont partis. [It hit me, they are gone.]" They sniffle as they wipe at their tears.

Blue blinks, oh. He wasn't expecting that. He places his hand on Creation's knee; his other softly clinging to his scarf. He wants to cry. Ink is sad, so he should be too. "I-I'm sorry for your loss." This must be from the time that Ink had just lost him. He doesn't let his anger show as it flares back to life. It roars and crackles in his soul. Truly, what did Ink ever see in that man?

Creation waves their hand, trying to wave it off as if they didn't feel like their very being was torn apart. To play it off in front of another being. They must be so scared to so emotions in front of others, Dream wonders what the Creators did to his dear friend for him to act like this. "Ce n'est pas de ta faute. C'était le désir des créateurs. [It's not your fault. This was the desire of the creators.]" Creation wipes their tears away with one more sniffle. They finally turn their attention to Blue, that yellow-green figure glows brightly in surprise for a moment, "Oh! C'est toi! Quelle horrible introduction, je m'excuse. [Oh! It's you! What a horrible introduction, I apologize.]"

Blue shakes his head, "No, no. It's okay. You lost people. You're grieving. It's okay." Blue steps closer to Creation's knee. He may not like one of the men that Creation is grieving, but he can still comfort them. Again, the floaty feeling comes back, and he suddenly feels shy. So shy and young before his Creator. He shuffles as he looks away, "You don't have to apologize for anything." He cringes away with a tight smile, "If anything, I should be apologizing, I kinda came out of nowhere when you were crying..." Blue shakes his head as he tries to stand taller, "But, I couldn't let you just sit here crying!" He feels a smile trying to carve itself on his face; he wants to plant his hands on his hips before shouting that he would make this pain, the sadness, disappear. He stops before he starts, and finds it puzzling. Why stop something he knows would cheer up his Creator? He would strike a pose and Ink would laugh.

Just like before–

Creation blinks, their face glowing with more saturation as they stare down at Blue. "Ma... Quelle personne gentille tu es. Merci pour votre sympathie. Tu es vraiment merveilleux. [My... What a kind person you are. Thank you for your sympathy. You are truly wonderful.]"

Blue flushes with praise. "O-oh!" He clears his throat after the voice cracks, trying to block out the laughter behind him. He didn't ask for any sound from their peanut gallery. He shuffles his feet so he doesn't stamp them. He's not in stripes anymore. "It's nothing. It's just..." He sighs as he looks back at Dream, "Losing people, or even believing you lost someone is painful."

He doesn't know why he looked at Dream. Has he lost Dream before? He doesn't understand why he wants to cry. Why did fear grip him so in that moment of making eye contact? It feels like terror, a coldness down to his code, and acceptance. The axe stands before him. Weapons drawn on a small child. Someone so young, and acting like a soldier. Maybe this wasn't the game he thought he would play with his first friend. This isn't a game; is it? He was going to die, he's going to die– Isn't he? Then Dream too? Would Dream follow him? He's done all he can to protect Dream, and it just wasn't enough. It wasn't enough. They're all older, they're adults like his Dame. His beloved Dame, his Maman... He hopes Maman will understand. He hopes she won't be mad at him for running away to play without asking. A solemn acceptance that he would join his Jiejie wherever she is. Wait... Jiejie?