Feather absolutely froze. Searchlight, his partner who'd been dead for MONTHS, was sitting on the couch, right in front of him, as if nothing had happened. That nice coffee-colored skin, the light dusting of freckles across their cheeks, and their red eyes, were right there. Feather took a slow step toward them, his eyes welling up with tears he wished would just go away. "Light?" Searchlight's head whipped in his direction, and they shot up. "Feather!" they cried, rushing over to him. They were wearing a nice, baggy purple crop top (that looked v e r y expensive) and low rise black cargo jeans. They threw their arms around his neck, holding him in a tight embrace. Feather, unsure of what to do, froze up, then somehow got himself to put his hands on their hips. They were still way shorter than him, their face pressed up against his chest fuzz. "Light?" They lifted their head, looking up at him through those red eyes that seemed to stare right through his soul. "Feather," they said. "You- you died. You died, months ago." "I'm the Prince of Hell," Searchlight crooned, their hands sliding up to his shoulders, "it takes a lot more than a punctured heart to kill me. It just took me a while to heal after everything." "O-Oh." Searchlight buried their face in Feather's chest, wrapping their arms around his neck. "God, I missed you so much." Feather's breath caught in the back of his throat, and he crumpled to the ground sobbing. Searchlight awkwardly fell with him, ending up with their chest against the top of his head. "Hey. Baby, it's okay," Searchlight cooed while Feather cried softly, covering his face with his hands. Searchlight knelt down in front of him, reaching out to put their hands on his shoulders. "I'm right here."
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