Sunshine
by YoursTruly
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She was holding his head in a warm cradle between her arms, and it was all that he wanted to think about.
He wanted to focus on the touch of her fingers running through his hair with gentle strokes, sending light tingles throughout his body. He wanted to memorize the natural smell of her hair and skin from what seeped into the little cavern of her hair. He wanted to preserve the way her body warmed his in the moment his clothing was soaked.
He wanted to turn back time to this morning, when the both of them had awakened, facing each other, with a necessity for a strong cup of coffee.
But the wet concrete was no bed, the loss of blood was turning her warmth to ice, and the taste of her tears was leaving something bitter on his tongue that was nothing like his daily cup of miracle liquid.
And all he could think of, was that look in her eyes.
He barely heard her speak to him, but his ears caught onto her incoherently loud voice, saying words he never would have expected a demon to ever say to him.
Her head dipped to touch his forehead; her mouth stringing desperate kisses along his hairline before resting beside his ear.
It was in this moment, he realized what that look meant. After all, she had once told him what he had thought to be a wise suggestion.
“If I die, you live.”
He never expected her to think of her own words now.
“Years ago, when I first came to your human world, I watched Johnny Cash and June Carter sing You Are My Sunshine. Angels--” She held him even tighter at the reminder of their attackers. “--had once recommended the pair, in the time before Lucifer had demanded obedience from his legion--body and soul.”
As she mentioned her lord, blood erupted from his mouth though she made no move to wipe the splatter aimed at her face, driven down her cheek by rainfall. He had tried to speak--tried to say 'don't do it.'
“You know that I had never seen the sunshine--and that I could never expect to, even if I wished to just feel it for once,” she told him. “I wanted to feel the heat that humans preferred to pleasure in, if only to compare it to the heat that we subjected humans to agonize in for eternity.”
She let out a harsh breath, but forged on. “I didn’t create the contract because I loved you; I made it at the time, simply because I wanted to inflict pain--a role that I had done for the entire time of my existence.” She tearily scoffed a short chuckle. “Until I met you.”
He tried to shake his head in refusal, but she held him still.
“When I met you, my dear, I touched sunshine and never wished to let it go; I never wanted to ever let you go,” she admitted. “I no longer saw you as the ripening fruit I had prepared for consumption, but as the man I had grown to--”
Another cough forced him to heave forward, ready to expel another mixture of his blood and saliva, and he used the moment to keep her from speaking.
She had once sworn inability to say the words for eternal life, and he would rather die with her, without hearing them, than lose--
“You are my sunshine, my dear,” she said, pressing one last kiss to his face, “and I love you.”
Pain burst through his chest as his sunshine disappeared.
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She was holding his head in a warm cradle between her arms, and it was all that he wanted to think about.
He wanted to focus on the touch of her fingers running through his hair with gentle strokes, sending light tingles throughout his body. He wanted to memorize the natural smell of her hair and skin from what seeped into the little cavern of her hair. He wanted to preserve the way her body warmed his in the moment his clothing was soaked.
He wanted to turn back time to this morning, when the both of them had awakened, facing each other, with a necessity for a strong cup of coffee.
But the wet concrete was no bed, the loss of blood was turning her warmth to ice, and the taste of her tears was leaving something bitter on his tongue that was nothing like his daily cup of miracle liquid.
And all he could think of, was that look in her eyes.
He barely heard her speak to him, but his ears caught onto her incoherently loud voice, saying words he never would have expected a demon to ever say to him.
Her head dipped to touch his forehead; her mouth stringing desperate kisses along his hairline before resting beside his ear.
It was in this moment, he realized what that look meant. After all, she had once told him what he had thought to be a wise suggestion.
“If I die, you live.”
He never expected her to think of her own words now.
“Years ago, when I first came to your human world, I watched Johnny Cash and June Carter sing You Are My Sunshine. Angels--” She held him even tighter at the reminder of their attackers. “--had once recommended the pair, in the time before Lucifer had demanded obedience from his legion--body and soul.”
As she mentioned her lord, blood erupted from his mouth though she made no move to wipe the splatter aimed at her face, driven down her cheek by rainfall. He had tried to speak--tried to say 'don't do it.'
“You know that I had never seen the sunshine--and that I could never expect to, even if I wished to just feel it for once,” she told him. “I wanted to feel the heat that humans preferred to pleasure in, if only to compare it to the heat that we subjected humans to agonize in for eternity.”
She let out a harsh breath, but forged on. “I didn’t create the contract because I loved you; I made it at the time, simply because I wanted to inflict pain--a role that I had done for the entire time of my existence.” She tearily scoffed a short chuckle. “Until I met you.”
He tried to shake his head in refusal, but she held him still.
“When I met you, my dear, I touched sunshine and never wished to let it go; I never wanted to ever let you go,” she admitted. “I no longer saw you as the ripening fruit I had prepared for consumption, but as the man I had grown to--”
Another cough forced him to heave forward, ready to expel another mixture of his blood and saliva, and he used the moment to keep her from speaking.
She had once sworn inability to say the words for eternal life, and he would rather die with her, without hearing them, than lose--
“You are my sunshine, my dear,” she said, pressing one last kiss to his face, “and I love you.”
Pain burst through his chest as his sunshine disappeared.