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im genuinely shocked, so heres a charle
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My Final Words To YouMetal. The taste of coppery metal lingered as Charles had Henry’s arm slung over his shoulders, helping them along as the two hobbled along the broken-down hallways and corridors. Support beams and wall panels were ripped from their places, exposed frames and wires sparking every so often. Ash. The smoke from the other room spat out soot and ash, which clung to the both of them, darkening Henry’s stark white hair, onto Charles’s jacket, which was slung around Henry’s neck, supporting their sprained arm. Crashing into the station’s docking bay wasn't Charles’s intention, but a shot, breaking into one of the engines said otherwise. It was lucky enough that nothing was too broken. Lucky enough that the exploding ships did not catch them as well. Blood Both of their legs were aching as they finally reached the final escape pod hallway… only to find all of the windows empty, leading out to empty space. The void, bespeckled with small spheres of hot gas, creating clusters of stars. The earth shining up to them both, the sea and lands swirling together with blues and greens, swirled beneath white clouds. Charles winced, leading Henry down to the wall, where a window stood, looking over everything. Henry looked up to him, then to the other pods. “ … none left for us?” Henry asked, voice low, gravely. “None.” Charles shook his head, sliding down the wall as well, finding a spot next to them. “We checked all around this ring, anything else would have been taken or destroyed.” Henry tried to lift themselves up, leaning into Charles’s side more. He obliges, wrapping his long arms around them, pulling them close to him. Another hand came to reassuringly brush away their hair, and Henry looked back up at Charles, a weak smile shining through the dim flashing lights. “… Can we stay like this? Please?” Voice low, quiet, almost not heard over the distant alarm and the rumbling of the station. Charles only responded by holding Henry closer, opting to lift them into his lap. “Wouldn't think of anything else, Sunshine.” He reached his hand forward to catch Henry’s free one, and smiled as his head leaned against the plating behind his head. The two stayed like that for a minute or so, before Henry spoke up again, fingers twirling around Charles’s bracelet. “ . . . Ellie’s is going to worry about us… Do you think she would know at first?” “Most likely.” Charles let out a sigh, then a grim chuckle. “Man… she would think we’re doing another dramatic entrance. Always late to the party, coffee for everyone in hand…” Henry laughed. “Coffee with milk, cream, and a pump of caramel, stirred…” The warm, overly sweet beverage… they could almost smell it. Charles’s own black coffee mingling with their own, and Ellie’s, the sugar wafting from it. They tried to laugh again, but ended up coughing. Charles rubbed Henry’s back, comforting. “… Coffee would be nice… if we get down to see her again… You would get a mocha, right?” Charles joked, Henry chucking as another rumble shook the station, their hands gripping at Charles’s shirt. “Y- Yeah… mocha…” The ship rumbled again, and Henry gripped onto Charles’s shirt tighter. They started to shake, trembling in Charles’s arms. His head went down, nuzzling Henry as he leaned back, holding Henry tighter. Charles’s fingers clung to Henry’s own sweater, still soft… They seemed so happy to get it on their birthday…. “I’m… I’m scared… Charles… I…” Henry’s voice was shaking as well. “I don’t want to… don’t want to…” “I know hon… I know…” Charles’s hand went to brush at their face, pushing away the tears that started to appear at the corners of their eyes, ignoring the ones on his own. “I don’t…” A sharp breath as another rattle made both tighten their grips on each other. “I… don’t want to either.” The rumbling was constant now, pieces tumbling down from the walls, away from the mechanics. Flickers of flames were evident at the very end of the hallway, as more supports crashed down. It took another minute before Henry could find the voice to speak again. “Y… you know… back at home… that lill jar we were saving up for?” Henry chuckled at that memory, dumping out an old jar, washing it out before placing it back on the bookshelf. It was so faint by then, Ellie and Charles asking what it was for, and them never telling. “Yeah Hen? You emptied it again last month… what for?” A chuckle. “What, are you going to tell me now?” “In my room… under the mattress…” A cough, the air getting thinner by the minute. “… I got you something. Both of you…” A smile cropped up again, tears now fully flowing. Then, sobs. Full out sobs. Charles held Henry close as he too began to cry now. He didn't know, but the emotions were so heavy… “I wanted to travel the world with you two, I wanted to get a nice home with you-” A heave for air. “A home with a garden… a home with the dog… the dog you always wanted, a cat Ellie wanted…..” Another heave. Charles leaning in on the both of them. “I… I wanted to marry you guys… ” The rumbling of the station ripping itself apart exploded into silence, as Charles gripped onto Henry, who then mimicked them, as the both of them felt the burst of heat of the coming explosion, consuming the toppat station in a magnificent, massive fireball. Fire The heat was immense, the flames licking up everything in its path. Consuming the fabric of suits and dresses still hung up in closets, bedsheets, and pillows charring up in rooms. The chairs in dining rooms, uneaten food still left out in the panic, and in the unoccupied kitchens. Carpets in hallways, curling with the heat generated. The metal plates glowing a fire engine red, radiating more heat. And fire consuming the two still stuck on the station. Silence.trophy A Garden, Bitter and Sweet “ Right? Do you think we have any leftover walnuts out there? “ It was looking to be a fine day, in the fall. Leaves were turning to a nice gold and amber color, falling down into large piles, soon to be dumped into composting bins. A younger man, just nearing 27, was looking back at the small window, catching his husband's eye. Right sat up, brushing off the dirt that had collected itself on his pants. “ Ey dunno. Maybe check ‘he pantry? Should be air-dried by ‘ow “ Right called out, now walking back to the back porch, ready to enter the house. Dirt-caked shoes were tugged off, more dirt shaken away from his pants, and the sliding door was pulled open. Right smiled as Reginald came pacing forward to peck a kiss onto his cheek. Right chuckled in response, reaching to hold his husband's hand in his own. “ What for? ‘Ye makin something new, or… ? “ “ I want to try a new crumble combination. You know how Hen likes them when I mix them together and top the muffins off with- “ A small kick against the wooden fence surrounding the overgrown backyard resounded to the two men with a soft thump, then two small hands collapsed on the top of the wooden frame. Right started towards it, footsteps approaching the two tiny hands, before a small bag was pushed over the edge, falling on top of the strawberry bushes Right planted last week. Right paused, looking at the dark blue bag that… just fell down… blue… “ ‘Enry! What the ‘hell? “ Right stepped over the now very much smothered strawberry bush to grab and sling the bag over his shoulder, and to reach forward to grab his child, who was trying to scale their fence like it was the Eiffel Tower. Henry squirmed a bit, before being dropped back down into the backyard, Right now staring at him. “ What in ‘he world you doing here sprout? You should be in school- “ Right went to reach out to place a gentle hand on his shoulder, but had to take a step back, because Henry just crashed into his side. Right returned the hug, turning to look at Reg, who was now at the doorway. One look down at their small child hugging at his husband's legs, and Reginald walked back into the house, pulling a large mason jar out of the fridge, and pouring it into a pot on the stovetop. By the time the apple cider (with a few cinnamon sticks tossed in ) was done heating up, and poured into Henry’s favorite mug, tiny gemstones appearing as the cup was heated up, Right had Henry snuggled up in a blanket on the couch, and was talking with him. Short, small hand movements were pulled out from the small bundled-up piece of fabric, signing to Right. Hands pulled down from his eyes, already prickling with a sign of tears. Sad. Hands go down, two pats close to the ground. “ . . . kids? “ Right questioned, looking at Henry. He looked away, down at the carpet. A hesitant nod. “ What did they do? Did they hurt you? “ Reg now walked over, setting the cider on a side table. “ Was it that Felix boy? “ Henry made a noise, curling more into the blanket, hiding. Right held out his hand, slowly reaching for him. “ Henry. Breath. It’s okay. You’re not in trouble. Do you want some cider? You can hold my hand if yes. “ A few moments passed, then a wine as two tiny hands went to grasp at Right’s outstretched one. A smile with a nod, as Reg carefully passed over the warm drink. “ … careful, it’s still hot. “ Henry didn't seem to mind the heat, immediately going to down at least half the cup in one go, taking a deep breath as the cup was lowered. Eyes blink upwards, finally facing his two dads, who were kneeling in front of the couch. He held out the cup to them, which Reginald carefully took to place back on the small table. It was another few seconds dragging on before Henry’s hands moved again. Closed together, horizontally, then opened up again. Book. “ Oh that’s it- “ Reginald shot up, standing up quickly, startling both Right and Henry, who started to fuss, grabbing for Right. He took Henry quickly up in his arms. Standing up as well. “ Reg- calm down. You’re scaring ‘im “ “ Calm down? I am perfectly calm dear- “ Reginald turned, now a phone in his hands. A smile then aimed at Henry. “ Hen dear, you can watch a movie with Dad- I need to call someone. “ “ Would that someone include Felix’s parents or the principal? “ Right questioned. “ Or is it… “ Reginald chuckled. “ Oh just calling Geoffrey… he should be able to help. If you want I could even call Thom- “ “ Reg, no. “ Right sat down Henry on the couch, passing him the remote. “ We’ve talked about this. No past contacts with Henry’s bullies. You know what that could lead to… “ “ Righty, I know, but this is the fifth time they hurt Hen. They ripped his book in half for pete's sake! “ Arms go up in frustration, Right quickly pulling them down, glancing back at Henry. Still watching some show that he found. “ Reg, just.. Listen to me “ Right stared at his husband. One hand in his hair. “ I’ll… I’ll go to the school and sort this out. For sure this time… can you stay home and- “ A hand on his cheek silenced Right as Reginald nodded, the phone placed down on the counter behind him. “ Of course. Go now- I’ll be fine with Henry here. “ As Right pressed a quick kiss to Reg’s cheek, he grabbed his keys off the counter, and waved to Henry before closing the door. The car outside started up, then faded away. Then, the phone was picked up once again, and Reginald started scrolling through the contacts. After a while, one was picked, and the father raised the phone up to his ear, sparing a look at Henry. "They won't hurt you ever again, I'll make sure of it"trophy