I'm More Me When I'm With You

Stability Shall Arrive Soon

        Once Deo was done finding and killing sheep, he made his own bed. Just to avoid getting murdered by his darling husband. He starts heading back, but stops to gather some wood to build with because honestly? A tent is not good enough shelter when you're living by the sea.
        "Hey, I got some stuff to build us a cabin, or any kind of solid shelter really," he tells Tommy. Except Tommy isn't there. Fuck. "Guess I lost my husband," he mutters. He spent a solid thirty minutes hunting the supposed love of his life. He found him sitting near a rare patch of wild flowers.
      Red poppy's, Tommy's favourite. Deo stops, hearing faint humming coming from his Sunflower. After a minute, Tommy begins singing, actually singing. It's beautiful, and he wonders when and why Tommy ever stopped.

"Prayer is the bell jar you put over this goodbye. I'd rather leave this embrace between you and I," Tommy takes a breath in, "Lets lock out the bearded old man in the nightgown, he can tap against the glass but I'm not coming down," he finishes, almost like he's got the spirit to fight someone and whatever they're trying to order him to do.
Another deep breath in, "I build bridges with these arms, I will not build a fortress. In the circle around the table I say 'amen' because I feel blessed. Secretly hoping while joining hands that you can't feel my trembling fingertips," he dips his voice into a mock whisper as he finishes the last line.
A pause, and then humming to replicate the instruments that would have been playing at this moment. Tommy begins the next verse, voice beginning to rise, "If I sign this piece of paper, do I sell my soul along with my duties? And we won't put our money where your catholic mouth is," he nearly spits the last half of the line, almost as though it reminded him of a person who made him feel nothing but hate and anger.
Nonetheless, he continued. "Even though the teeth are long gone, there's still gum beneath the bones. And there's a lot of potential in a mighty, mighty organ," his voice rises, and then falls again, almost like the moon pulling the tides of the beach at night.
Again an inhale, but this one was much quicker than the others. "And they told us not to clap, but we clapped as loud as we can because the reverb in those holy halls are like a long lost friend," he seemed sad as he sang that one, but determined at the same time. As though he wanted to keep fighting back, but the loss of the friend made him want to stop at the same time. A contradiction to himself, he supposed.
"It keeps hitting the walls and comes all the way back, back again. Back, back again. Back, back and back again. Back and back again, back and back and back again. And," he softly holds out the 'and.'
"I want trees instead of gravestones with nothing to confess. I got a soft spot for your ancient books and stories. I got a music in my ear from long, long ago and far, far away and I still hum it's tune," as he sings this specific verse, he sounds like he's singing his heart out with all his might. You can practically hear the emotion in his voice and you can't help but want to sing along with him. "But how could I ever believe every word it says to me...," he sounds trails off softly, a hint of sadness once again being evident in the way he ends the verse.
He's now singing again, perhaps a small tune to cover what would've been the guitar or piano. "Ah-aah ah bah-bah ah-a bah. Ah-ah," he repeats rhythmically. Most definitely the original pattern of whatever instrumental backing that he should've had.
He son begins what is presumed to be the chorus, "We follow our ow-wnn steps, while our shadows keep watching us," he starts out slowly. "We follow our ow-wn steps, while our shadows keep watching us," his voice is now stronger, and is rising in pitch. "Our ow-wn steps, while our shadows keep watching us," he seems to be placing more and more emphasis on 'own' each time he sings it.
"Our ow-wn steps, while our shadows keep watching us," he also appears to be holding the word out each time he sings it as well. He repeats the line a few more times. "The wro-ng step would be not to start this exodus," he sounded so... at ease as he sung this line. "The wro-ong step would be not to stop this exodu-us," he once again seemed sad as he finished the song.

"Wow," Deo whispers under his breath, absolutely astonished by Tommy's voice. Tommy doesn't seem to have heard him though, or maybe, just maybe, he's too flustered to say anything in response. Not many people have heard him sing before...okay at least two people have heard him sing and they were both technically his brothers.
It's at this moment that Deo clears his throat. "Ahem," he starts, "I am here to declare that I have materials to build us stable shelter, because a tent just isn't cutting it...also I have stuff to make me a bed so you won't make money off my dead body." Tommy hums in thought. "Good, lets head off then, shall we? We need to get a head start in building if you want a 'stable shelter' sooner rather than later, as you put it," Tommy remarks.
Then they embark on a journey home, filled with laughter and banter, just like they did back on SMP Earth during their days as the leaders of Business Bay.

A/n: I've been really unmotivated lately, due to going through some things at home.
I also may have lost my computer charger some how or another so...ye.
In other news however, I shall soon have my learners permit and also a bank acc, so I have been studying for that as well.
Thank you all for being so patient with my dumbass, truly.
I admire and love y'all.
—-Aerie