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The edge of the world was a place Yellow knew existed somewhere. Their garden of darkness wasn't infinite, and he knew the energy that coursed through his soul would also come to an inevitable end.
Merely a flower, the thrumming darkness of the void called to him in saccharine tones that made him peer over the ledge his legs were dangling from. This wasn't anywhere near the edge of the world but, from a certain perspective, it looked close enough.
His hands fussed with the grass of the glade beneath his leather jeans and strong spurred boots. Teeth running over his bottom lip again and again as his thoughts trampled one another in a cacophony of self blame.
He was hungry for justice. Unable to be sated in his journey for fairness. His starvation blinded his morals and led him through existential toils that gave him more dread than solid answers to questions too confusing to be able to fully acknowledge.
He was baseless. How was he supposed to know right from wrong if nobody had taught him? He was a flower given consciousness through the will of another, no stable footing in a world fresh to his eyes. He knew what he wanted. He wanted everyone to be happy. He wanted Asgore to see his gratitude. He wanted truth to prevail.
But, what truth?
What was he to follow to fulfill his purpose?
Was he to blame for these lost feelings?
Had he wronged himself in his pursuit of right?
Those who wronged justice were damned to the hammer of judgement. Punishment awaited only the worthy, and he had been pondering that for far too long to not have reached a solid conclusion.
The breeze grew stronger, air surging forward as graceful wings reshaped the flow of air for a moment before an azure dancer landed beside the distraught cowboy with a small thud. Blue's legs dangled alongside Yellow's over the cliff face, gently knocking against his in a silent greeting of sorts. A wistful sigh drew Yellow's attention from the long plummet the ledge offered to a kind and self-assured smile. looking out at the horizon, Blue could feel the powerful energy the sun freely expelled. It was a magnificent sunset. Vibrant orange painted brush strokes bled into a powerful red, the colors not dampened by the fading light of a day that had never truly arrived.
“Why are you out here, alone?”
The soft inquiry made Yellow reflexively draw into himself. His shoulders hunched as he cast his melancholy glower away from Blue, he didn't need to be seen like this.
“I'm just thinkin’.”
A simple response that was intended to redirect, but it was so easy to see through that it may as well have been cut from glass.
“What are you thinking about, my dear?”
Yellow sucked in a breath, fingers scrunching around the sharp blades of grass. He couldn't bring himself to respond until a gentle hand brushed against his back, and he remembered to exhale.
“I-...I feel like I've done somethin’ terrible. I don't know what it is yet though.”
Blue's eyebrows cocked upward as he mulled over Yellow's words. The cowboy had always had a bad habit of getting far too involved in his own thoughts. Consumed in a negative feedback loop that easily spiraled down.
“Yellow, you haven't actually done anything wrong. You're a wonderful person.”
Yellow sat up straight, his hands swiftly shifting from the ground to his lap. Fists scrunched up in dandelion denim as he fought to speak without any cracks in his voice. Not that he had managed an effective façade, but he would grasp at the remnants of his dignity nonetheless.
“You don't understand how bad of a person I really am. You can't read my thoughts…if you could, you'd understand why I need to face justice myself.”
Blue's eyebrows knitted upward in concern. He tried to catch Yellow's gaze, but the cowboy's face was pointedly turned away, his whole body tensed as if he were going to take the leap at any moment.
“...I'm not a good person. That's why I need to be one.”
Blue conceded with a sigh, feeling the eastern winds as they tousled the tulle layered on his hips. He gave up on trying to look at his one and only and instead turned his attention to the ever setting sun. Orange and pinks blending together seamlessly, casting long rich hues over the pair, which only extenuated yellows already warm color palette.
“You always get so caught up with yourself. You get swept away in the moment…as a performer, I'm almost envious.”
Yellow's melancholy expression melted into a sort of resigned hurt, looking at Blue through a film of misplaced misunderstanding out of the corner of his eye.
“I ain't joking.”
Blue sighed, gathering azure petals off himself and placing them in the brim of the cowboys hat.
“I know, and I'm not making fun of you.”
Yellow’s eyes softened with curiosity, following the dancer's delicate hands. He made no move to stop the other gentleman as he felt moved by the subtle yet completely unnecessary action.
“You have such a strong passion, you lose sight of what that passion is shaping you to be. You don't have a strong sense of integrity because you want everybody to be happy. But we both know that's not realistic.”
Yellow blushed, a mixture of flattery and embarrassment manifesting itself in a way that drew the cowboys hand to his hat. He tilted the brim down in habit, hiding his face, causing the blue petals to fall into his lap.
Blue giggled, bringing his own hand up to tilt the hat back away from the flower's face.
“If you really want to, you could say an apology. If that would ease your guilt.”
Yellow sighed, staring at Blue with such a deep intensity that the ballerina couldn't read his expression for the first time since their birth of consciousness.
“I don't deserve to apologize…”
Blue let out a heavy sigh. As much as he loved Yellow, and he loved him dearly, he was as thick as a tree stump.
“Yellow. Put it this way, if I love you, shouldn't that prove that you're a good person who is deserving of feeling well?”
The flower hummed with thought, toying with one of the soft petals still resting in his lap. His thumb and forefinger gently massaging the soft material with reverence.
“I suppose…I ain't nothing without you”
Blue felt a smile tickle his lips before a giggle bubbled from his mouth. Yellow was always such a sweetheart, even in his low moments he always made room in his mind when it came to those who mattered most. The dancer laid his head on the cowboy's shoulder. The soft leather that made up Yellow's vest cushioned Blue's cheek, the flower smiled to himself as he felt Yellow tense and relax into the position. A grateful hand gently captured Blue's, their fingers intertwining naturally, like vines claiming a trellis as home.
“You're everything to me.”
Blue's sincerity grabbed at Yellow's chest and rippled through his phloem. It swallowed his remaining anguish and crammed a weird feeling into his chest that gradually trickled down into his stomach and made it ache, but in the absolute best way possible. Maybe he had succeeded in his quest for retribution and had arrived to lift the veil and peek into the void, only to see heaven through the endless darkness.
Yellow's eyes shone with the reflection of a never ending sunset as he turned his body to fully face Blue, the other flower lifting his head to return the loving gaze. The gentle breeze sweeping through the glade rustled the tassels on his vest and playfully ruffled his hair. With his free hand, Yellow reached out and caressed Blue's petal soft cheek in such a way it could be compared to worship.
The two often stole moments with one another, finding any and every excuse to run off from the other flowers in favor of some alone time. Those moments always filled Yellow with nerves, as if his body didn't know how to process the overflow of positive emotion. But in this moment, he let himself feel overwhelmed. He allowed those terrifying thoughts to consume his mind. He knew he would be safe to do so, because Blue would always be there. He let himself feel until feeling wasn’t enough, and then, he let himself act.
With little more thought, he acted on impulse, lunging forward and embracing Blue's soft lips. Yellow's hand moved from his lover's cheek to the back of his head. He toyed with the braids Blue meticulously maintained, always looking perfect, as if he were expecting to jump onto stage at any moment. Careful not to ruin his hair, Yellow took great care as he cradled Blue's head.
The other flower felt like he was dancing on a brilliantly lit stage, his lips moving against Yellows in a slow dance meant only for their souls to witness. Music filled his mind in an invisible serenade that melodically led the serene moment.
Yellow pulled back after more than his fair share of time had passed, but only to gaze into Blue's eyes once more. He smiled his sweet crooked smile, face bashful and red as he tugged the brim of his hat down once more. Blue laughed again, the cheerful sound carried off by the breeze and into the endless expanse of their dream.