Tue, 26 Mar 2024 01:20:56 GMT

『 WWX & BURIAL MOUNDS | MDZS | SENTIENT BURIAL MOUNDS 』

AU where wwx absorbs so much resentment that the only thing that confirms his humanity is his heartbeat, but sometimes people wonder if even THAT could be fabricated. Where wwx is tied to shadows and darkness, able to blend with them as it was only natural for him to do. Where the souls of the burial mounds only ever look to him with respect, adoration, and surprisingly, love. For he is the only one to freely open his whole self to them, to listen to each of their stories and aches, and gives them what they need.

Sometimes it is silence, allowing and encouraging them to speak to him about what plagues what is left of the souls. Somtimes it is friendly and casual light-hearted chatter. Sometimes its in the form of his face settling on a serious expression, but eyes gentle with understanding and openness that many of the souls havent felt for . But he has conditions they all understand are important and necessary, something not everyone understood at first, yet they learned to after conversations with the broken man, as well as with each other.

『I will not intentionally kill those who do not deserve it. I will not deliberately seek out revenge for every one of you. I will not call forth the souls of those who have harmed you so you can give them what you think they are due.』

And these are only the ones that he proclaimed himself. With time, they learn much about him, for the souls swirl around him constantly and watch. At first to see if he is of any threat to them. Then to protect him from the threat of the world, for he is theirs as much as they are his.

They learn that he locks his heart. Not because he doesnt deem them worthy of it. Not because he doesnt want to seem weak to the souls of the burial mounds. Not because of fear of his heart being taken advantage of.

But because that is all he knows.

Cover pains with smiles. Hide insecutity with laughter. Wave his fears away with a light hand.

There are many who think it unfair. Some say it is unfair for and of him to tell them to bare their souls to him when he doesnt do the same. Some say it is unfair because he carries so much, more now with the burdens of the burrial mounds's souls, yet he doesnt let them carry even a finger nail's worh of his own.

But they learn with time. Together. As companions.

(The souls sometimes call him their Master, their Lord. Sometimes he flushes red, sometimes he covers his face with a groan of light anguish, sometimes he plays along. But he never takes the titles too seriously, never holds himself above them. They are companions and partners, he tells them as soon as he hears them call him in such ways. And he keeps reminding them whenever they start to place him on a figurative pedestal.

Aiya, he sighs sometimes. Dont call your friend in such a way.

Friend.

The comfort that simple and genuine statement warms them in a way that should be impossible. But then again, as he himself says, 『attempt the impossible』.)

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