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A low humming sound could be heard across Oakhurst, not that many were there to hear it, a buzz of magic fluttered through the air after centuries of abandonment, and a slight chill nothing extreme but just cold enough for goose bumps to form on the arms, not that many of the residents here needed to keep warm. And finally the grating sound of voices thudding and echoing waking the pair from their almost endless slumber.
600 years ago now Avid and Scott had been put to rest by the town, the town they ruled over together hand in hand, the town that they shared so many fond memories over during the peak of their eternal life, yet also the town that seemed less than happy with their ruling. A spell had been chanted and their bodies had been disposed of into the crypt into a coffin and sealed with a spell. Though the pair couldn’t be too mad, while power hungry and slightly overzealous they weren't stupid they knew they would get their comeuppence one day, and spending 600 hundred years cuddled up to the love of your life really isn’t the worst way to spend it.
Yet now for some reason that curse had been broken, and the couple awoke from their slumber, eyes still hazy from sleep and bodies still not caught up with the sudden consciousness. Avid could feel the familiar chill of his lovers body, even after a 600 year snooze he could never forget that, he felt an almost manic giggle try to escape his throat at the thought of being awake again, but his throat was sore from years of neglect and all that came out was a pathetic sort of wheeze. And while Avid felt the familiar chill of his lover, so did Scott the chill paired with the weight he felt on his chest, a feeling so familiar, a feeling he would never forget. He wanted to laugh at the wheeze Avid let out but he knew it would result in the same outcome if he tried.
The pair just laid there in silence for an extended period of time, letting their bodies catch up with the sudden awakeness, letting their eyes finally open and adjust to the world around them. And almost in sync the pair's eyes opened, their first look at the world in 600 was each other, almost poetic it was, the world changing so much overtime yet the first thing they saw was the one constant in their lives. Yet even after all this time they still looked at each other as if they were the most beautiful thing on this godforsaken planet.
“You’re so pretty” Avid muttered out no louder than a whisper not trusting his vocal chords not to fail him again. He looked up at Scott in utter awe as if it was his first time ever seeing him, and as if he fell in love all over again. A grin was spread across his face like Scott was the only thing that mattered. When Scott looked at Avid he was pretty sure a man could drop dead behind him and the man would be none the wiser, he then lifted up his arms slowly and sluggishly and grasped Avid's face in his palms and planted a soft kiss on his lips.
“Hello to you too, My Wilted Flower” That erupted a giggle from Avid, this time a proper giggle, even after centuries together Avid could help but giggle and flounder at any and all attention from Scott.
“Hiii” Avid replied with a grin. But almost instantly the moment was ruined by the sound of loud grating voices piercing through their heads, the same voices that woke them up from their supposed eternal slumber. At the sound Avid curled further into Scott in a fruitless attempt to block the voices, and Scott's grip tightened on Avid's shirt.
After many centuries the sound of more than each other's voice was too much, far too much, the thought of reintegrating themselves into society after so long was a terrifying thought. There was no knowing how much the world outside had changed, no knowing what was left behind. The only familiarity being each other, the one constant, the one thing that could never change, that they wouldn't let change. As a life without each other wasn’t a life worth living.
Ever since the day Scott turned Avid both their lives changed, changed for the better, a lonely man tainted by illness and paranoia and an aristocrat who seemed to have it all. United in love. An unlikely pair, but a pair that fit together oh so well, a pair that would never be seen apart.
“Avid, my love, I think we may have to get up from the crypt. It seems something is up, and I think it would be a good idea to look around. See what we've missed after all these years” Scott said, stroking a hand through Avid's hair. Gently coaxing Avid up and reaching up to remove the lid of the crypt.
Avid slowly got up, however his eyes never left Scott infatuated with every part of him, a sleepy lopsided grin spread across his face. “Anything for you.” He said as he watched Scott leave the coffin and offer him his hand. Eagerly, Avid grabbed it ready to brave the world with the man he loved most in the world.
He just hoped what laid outside wasn’t too horrible.