#actually everyone read this to explode
vi. the lovers
Fandom:The Magnus Archives
Words: 2,658
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Dead Bodies, Decay, etc.For my dear friend @princess-of-purple-prose <3
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You’re a researcher, and you find the tapes.
You’re a forensic anthropologist, and you find two bodies.
They’re together. They’re holding hands. They’re lying down in a field filled with flowers, crushed forget-me-nots and cow parsley and sprigs of columbine crushed beneath the weight of their bodies, half gone to rot, harbell blooms creeping out from under their intertwined hands. It would be more accurate to say they’re holding each other, really. One with their arms wrapped tight around the smaller of the pair, head bowed protectively over their long hair, the other with their head pressed against their protector’s chest. There’s such a forceful gentleness to it, such silent strength projected in the circle of those arms, even in stillness. Even as the ants crawl over them in a long line, steady, an unflinching rhythm of small black bodies scuttling over the valleys of ribs and gentle sloping hills of their shoulders, the music of them, two-as-one. Even then, there is strength, and love, and such a powerful sense of something that you can’t quite put a name to. But mostly love.
They’re together, and the flowers are everywhere. The flowers are growing up through the delicate bones of their wrists and fingers, and just a moment, you forget to be afraid.
