If You Must Live

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Baz

There are hands holding my cheeks. Hands so shockingly warm against the cold, cold miasma I've been floating in for so, so long that I gasp, opening my eyes.

Familiar blue eyes bore into mine. A muffled voice echoes in the background of all the chaos around me, slowly clearing until I realise someone's saying my name, over and over.

"Baz, Baz!"

"Simon..." The word is a strangled sob, forcing its way from my lips.

He lets out a noise that's half laughter, half weeping. Warm red lips press against my face over and over again, kissing every bit of skin they can reach. Simon.

"Baz," he says my name again, and suddenly the pain of existing doesn't seem so bad anymore. Simon's here, and that means I'm safe, no matter how bad of shape I'm in.

Still, I can't keep my eyes open. Simon's image drifts in and out of focus, his voice occasionally growing muffled to the point that I can barely hear him. Those familiar lips are millimetres from my skin but I cease to feel the warmth of his breath. Darkness begins to creep in on the edges of my vision.

"Baz. Baz. Darling, please, please," Simon pleads.

Simon Snow called me Darling-- there was a time when I thought that would never happen.

"Darling, if--" his voice breaks, and he tries again, voice heavy with tears, "I'll tell you something. If you can... can stay awake for me, I'll marry you. As soon as you're all right again..."

I want to cry out 'yes!'. I want to wrap my arms around him and kiss every part of him I can reach. I want to press my lips into his over and over again, repeating my 'yes' between every stolen breath.

But my lips are so heavy. And words are so difficult.

Stay awake, Baz, I scream at myself internally.

You've finally got something to stay awake for.



Speaking of staying awake, I colored my sleepy Simon :)

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Speaking of staying awake, I colored my sleepy Simon :)

And this is for my sister, who desperately wanted it to be pop art <3

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And this is for my sister, who desperately wanted it to be pop art <3

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