Death Of A Bachelor // Brallon

Till Death Do Us Meet

Brendon Urie has always wished for one thing.

A lover, a partner, and a person he'll live with till the end of their lives in a white picket fenced home, cozy and warm with their dog and children. That's all he could ever wish for.

But perhaps, wishes aren't meant to come true for some people. For people like him.

Ryan, the person he loves, has left him and chose a girl of whom he never knew about. Who was he kidding? Why did he ever think someone would stay for him?

Under the light of the moon, he trudges his way through the forest. He walks in an unstable pace under the influence of alcoholic beverage. Brendon doesn't know where he's going. He just knows he's done of it all. He's done being left behind. He's done wishing for things that would not happen.

He's done living.

Tripping over a sunken root, he let's himself fall on to the ground. The bottle of alcohol he hold flies off his grasp with a thud on the soft, loamy ground. Brendon has no will to stand anymore. Who would care, right?

The owl hoots into the dark night, as the wind begins to pick up around him. The leaves of the trees rustle above him; then he could feel droplets of water hitting against his skin. The shift of weather covers the moonlight, and now he is left lying on the ground, over the pouring rain inside a dark forest at night.

"A mortal?"

A soft voice speaks above him over the sound of the rain falling against the ground. He would dare look up if he was not inebriated. Brendon did not hear the mysterious person approach his side, nor could he see what the other man looks like. His body fails to function properly under his predicament. But he wanted this. He wanted this.

"You're not suppose to be here." The voice continues, the man's voice laced with what sounds like concern. Concern. For him.

He could feel his body being lifted up, his arm hoisted around the mysterious man's shoulders. With what little strength and consciousness he had left, Brendon looks at his savior.

Despite the darkness that his eyes needs to adjust, he could only see little of the man's features. A silhouette of the man's structure is seen. A tall man with a strong jawline, pointed nose, and unruly hair.

Brendon groans, his body going slack against the tall figure. He begins to lose conscious, his head spinning from the effects of alcohol in his system.

As he feels his head land against the crook of the man's neck, he takes note of this odd smell from the man. Something different. But that's the last thing he remembers, as well as hearing the other man's soft spoken voice, urging him to sleep and let himself go.

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Brendon opens his eyes and blinks bleary, clearing out the fuzzy vision of his sight.

He finds himself staring at a wooden ceiling, parts of it's wood seem on the verge of falling off. The light over the room he resides flickers at the corner of this room.

He starts to sit up, only to wince in pain as his head begins to swell from last night's events. Brendon barely remembers going to bed. Let alone to someone else's home.

"I see you're awake."

A voice speaks up, and Brendon turns his head to find a man sitting on chair, just adjacent to his bed. Brownish hair covers almost half of the other man's face. He lived in the village almost his whole life, and yet this man in front of him is unfamiliar.

"You should go home." The brunette says in a hard tone, as if it's a warning, but his eyes say otherwise. Even with half of his eye covered by his hair, Brendon can still see the concern on his image.