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Thoman - Zombie

(This is one of 36 Halloween-themed ficlets I'm posting today! One for every sides/Remy/Emile/Thomas ship plus creativitwins!)

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"Does it ever scare you?" Roman asked, staring up at the stars as he lay beside Thomas.

Their hands were touching - one pinky finger over the other - though they weren't quite holding hands. And the couple was staring up at the stars, watching the bright, twinkling lights in mostly silence.

"Does what ever scare me?" Thomas asked, turning his head to look at Roman.

Roman didn't look at him, just continuing to stare up at the sky with a thoughtful expression. It was... neutral, though almost bordering on unhappy.

Thomas's expression creased with concern, but he decided to wait for Roman to speak again before bringing it up.

"What I am," Roman said. "Does it ever scare you?"

Thomas thought about it for a moment, before he turned back to stare up at the sky.

"Not really," he decided. "Sometimes I'm scared for you, but I've never been scared of you."

"Never?"

"Never," Thomas said firmly.

"Oh." There was a beat. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," Thomas said. He turned his head, finally meeting Roman's eyes, but his boyfriend seemed unconvinced. "I mean, come on, Roman. You're harmless."

"I could rip someone to pieces with my bare hands."

"Well, yeah, but you wouldn't."

"I'm not harmless."

Thomas sighed. "You could hurt people, but you wouldn't. And I don't think you ever have - not deliberately, at least."

"I would never," Roman said firmly.

"Exactly," Thomas said. "And that's my point. You're good, Roman. You would never hurt anyone. I mean, you dig up graves so you don't have to kill anyone to eat, and you do it regularly enough that you never even get close to going crazy."

There was a beat of silence.

It was... something. Not quite tense, but certainly not relaxed. It was the kind of silence that made Thomas want to say something to break it, but he didn't know what to say.

He didn't want to risk interrupting Roman, either. He had to know what his boyfriend was going to say.

"If I ever went crazy," Roman finally said, speaking slowly like he was choosing his words carefully. "Would you stop me?"

"What do you mean?"

Roman sighed. "If you had to do it, would you kill me? If- if I was no longer me. If I turned into one of those zombies that doesn't think anymore, that- that just hurts people."

"That won't happen."

Roman sat up. "But what if it did? What would you do?"

Thomas stared up at Roman. He searched his face, like he could find the right answer hidden somewhere in his facial features. But, of course, these things were never simple.

"No," Thomas decided finally, breaking the heavy silence. "No, I wouldn't."

"You wouldn't?"

Thomas shook his head. "No, never."

"Even if you had to?"

"I still wouldn't. I won't ever hurt you, Roman. Not now, and not ever."

"But... what if I wasn't me anymore."

"No. Never."

"Never," Roman repeated.

"Never," Thomas repeated, too.

"Oh." Roman swallowed.

Then, Roman let out a dark, humourless laugh that hurt Thomas's heart, tipping his head back and looking into the darkness that was the sky. He stared up into it like he couldn't see the stars anymore, like all he could see was just emptiness above.

Thomas sat up, too. He rested a gentle hand on Roman's shoulder, squeezing it softly.

"Are you okay?"

Roman let out another short, humourless laugh. "I'm a zombie, my dear. I wouldn't say I count as 'okay.'"

"Aside from that. Other than the zombie thing, are you okay?"

Roman paused.

"I don't know," he said slowly. "But... I'm glad. I'm glad you answered that. I- I know I shouldnt be, but..."

He sighed, covering Thomas's hand with his own. It was cold, like ice, but soft like it had been when he was still a human, which felt like eons ago, now.

Life had changed so much over the years, but their love had never wavered.

"It's probably not the right answer, honestly," Thomas admitted. "Morally, I mean. But it's my one."

"Yeah..." Roman trailed off. "Thank you."

"I didn't do anything," Thomas said, trying his best to joke and smile slightly, though it just came off as slightly sad.

Roman's brow creased. He reached out, resting his palm against Thomas's cheek. It was cold, and probably should have felt uncomfortable to Thomas, but, to him, the feeling of Roman's hands on his skin was the most incredible feeling in the world.

"You have already given me everything, my dear," Roman said softly. "You need not give me anything more. Simply exist, and that shall be the greatest gift of them all."

Thomas smiled slightly - a real, genuine one this time, though it was still a little shaky.

"You, too. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I love you," Roman said softly.

"I love you, too."

And then, Roman leant forward, kissing Thomas with the gentleness of someone handling the most precious - and breakable - of gifts. It was cold, of course, sending shivers down Thomas's spine, but the warmth in Thomas's heart outweighed it entirely.

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