I would wish it all away, if i thought tomorrow, they'd take you away
kinda nervous but first little ficlet thing on good old tumblr dot com
just 744 words of swiss being so incredibly in love with mountain and rain that it hurts
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if you were to ask "what would you change about your life?"
swiss would simply answer with a laugh and say nothing. which is true. so incredibly true.
why would he change anything in the first place? he already has everything her could possibly hope for.
every morning he wakes up next to the people he loves the most in his life. every morning he traces his thumbs over the spattering of freckles that adorn mountain's cheeks. every morning he plays connect the dots with the moles and rain's arms.
he wouldn't trade them for the world.
and when mountain eventually wakes up, swiss smiles and tells him good morning, giggles at his half conscious mumbling, and knows that it's gonna he a good day.
the two bask in the rays of sunlight peeking through the curtains for hours until rain finally rises from the dead.
swiss tells him good morning, kisses the tip of his nose, and smiles when that lavender hue spreads across the water ghoul's face.
mountain reaches over eventually, brushing the hair from rain's face before rain eventually rolls over to fetch mountain's glasses. and swiss smiles and the familiarity of their routine. smiles at the familiarity of his mates, curled up next to him, sunbathing in the morning rays.
coffee is the next most important thing on their list, after kisses of course. mountain grabs their mugs from the top shelf, specially hidden there so that a certain mr dewdrop ghoul cant steal them; while swiss grabs the coffee he knows rain would turn into a puddle without, the tea mountain made himself out of the flowers and herbs in his greenhouse, and hot chocolate for himself because he's already too awake for caffeine.
they all have it down to a science now. rain gets to use the coffee maker first. it's always been that way. swiss refuses to watch rain stand there all grumpy and tired when he has to wait to make his coffee.
only once the coffee is brewed and the princess is happy will swiss touch the machine. mountain watches the two work around each other in perfect harmony, content with just waiting for his water to boil on the stove instead of getting it from the coffee maker.
they all sit in silence afterwards, save for the occasional sniffle or tail thumping against the ground, sipping their chosen drinks in peace.
swiss loves mornings like this. when it's just them.
he still loves the others, of course. he cant go at least one day without terrorizing a grumpy little fire ghoul in the mornings. and he obviously will still reluctantly leave bed when he smells the signature scent of aether making pancakes. and who is he to deny cumulus a night of cuddling after a hard day of mindless ministry chores.
but it doesnt stop him from loving, needing, craving, mornings like these. morning where him, mountain, and rain just exist. mornings where he can curl up on the couch sandwiched between the two.
and even on days when he knows it's gonna be bad, he still won't deny mountain his snuggles or rain his kisses. and if he where to deny them of their wants, he knows they'll be waiting for him with open arms when he finally comes around.
because even on the days where nothing seems to go quite right, he knows that once he is in his favorite earth giant's arms, or his favorite siren's nest of pillows, everything will be fine.
so if you were to ask swiss what he would change about his life, he would say absolutely nothing.
even if you were to offer him the most appealing prize in the world, he would shake his head and move on.
swiss loves mountain, and rain, and his pack, and all the little things they do to piss him off, make him cry or smile.
he wouldn't trade his life even if it were to save the world.
but if it were mountain, or rain, or his pack, or his papa, then he would give all he could just to know that they would be okay.
because a world without mountain is a world without warmth. because a world without rain is a world without knowledge and beauty. because a world without his pack or his papa is dull and bleak. because a world without the ones he loves is a world that is not worth living in.
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