After all he loved you.Ĭiel too came to the realisation that he loved you slowly. He told you then that he’d seen much of the same as you, with friends and even some families, but he was still willing to give this a try if you were. You explained all of the relationships that you had seen go wrong and that you didn’t want you and him to become yet another one. That was how you ended up telling him, right there in the middle of your walk, that you would love nothing more than for him to court you, but you were too scared to say yes. Which in turn made you feel worse, because now you had inadvertently upset the man you loved even more. When he saw how that made you even more agitated, he immediately backtracked, apologising profusely and swearing never to bring it up again. But he was sure you felt something for him, so he could help but ask you why. Upset as Edward was, he absolutely respected your decision. You swallowed once before politely declining his advances, the next few minutes of the walk continuing in silence. You had both dreamed of and dreaded this moment for as long as you had held feelings for the man, which started to come about almost as soon as you met him. Your heart leapt into your throat as soon as Edward asked if he could court you. As such, he decided that he would tell you everything as soon as he saw you again, which would be tomorrow’s usual morning walk. He was never one to beat around the bushes with regards to his personal feelings on any matter, least of all one where somebody else’s emotions were involved and they could potentially get hurt. That led the knight to where he was now, wandering around one of London’s great parks and contemplating hi relationship with you. You looked sad though, glancing over your shoulder at Edward as your friend chatted away, wishing you were still with him instead. This particular day though, you had not even made it halfway round your usual route before a friend came rushing up to you, needing your assistance for one thing or another, and you’d had to leave. This was something you often did together, each taking comfort in the other’s presence and enjoying the escape from real life that your shared walks offered. You had been walking through the streets of London together, talking animatedly about everything and nothing all at once. He enjoyed your company, felt happier when you were there and was filled with an undeniable sadness when you left again. “I think,” you whispered, “I think I would like that.” The mortician offered you a small smile.Įdward had slowly come to the realisation that he loved you. But if you were both scared of the same thing, you would could work through it together. It was enough to shock you out of your impending panic and with your chest still heaving, he gently told you that he was scared to love as well, scared to lose you. Undertaker shoved his bangs to the side so you could see his eyes then kissed you, hard, for all of a few moments. He watched you spiral rapidly downwards for all of a few seconds before he realised where this was going, then did the only thing he could think of in that moment. The mortician had been different since that day, try though he had to remain the same, and you too worked yourself up until you were fighting back tears as you tried to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, it was all down to you. He’d never imagined your rejection came out of fear as well. He worried over your reaction until he almost felt sick, worried that he’d upset you, that you would now want nothing more to do with him and that he had ruined this little piece of happiness he’d managed to scrape out of eternity. Sadness radiated from you as you quietly told him you weren’t interested, then walked slowly away to his small kitchen where you put the kettle on for tea. And he felt like his chest had imploded when you rejected his advances. In the end, he decided to just go for it anyway, to tell you. He had trust issues from various things that had happened to him throughout his long life and he also knew how short a human life was compared to his own, how quickly you could be ripped out of his arms by so little with him able to do nothing but watch. It took quite a bit of courage for him to even approach you to confess his feelings, even though he already knew you returned them, for fear of rejection. Undertaker had known for a while now that you loved him, and he loved you back. Hello! I’m good, hope you are too! And of course, (though I’m sorry, I kind of forgot about the tsundere-ish bit until the end) enjoy!
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