Warning: this be a deathfic! if it depresses you or makes you cry, i suggest you avoid it like the plagueeeee!
In Which a Clock Stops Ticking
Veser cried, cried and cried. His tears flowed freely down his face and off of it, landing on Ples's shirt, face, and swiftly bleeding neck wound. Ples was trying his hardest to stop the bleeding with one hand, but his time was running out. Yet what scared him the most was that his pocket watch had slowed down considerably. Fighting back the fear of death, Ples looked directly at Veser and asked him, "Are you alright? Did the attack get you?"
"You stupid, stupid old man!" Veser yelled in anguish, "Why the hell did you--you idiot!"
Ples ignored the outburst and asked the same question again. He only received another outburst in return. The clock was still slowing down, and he was running out of time. "Veser, please answer me." He told the half-selkie, "It's all worth it if you're okay."
Veser shook his head, sending his tears flying, "It's not worth it. I'm not worth it. What am I going to do without you? You can't get rid of me this easy; you can't!"
Ples gave Veser a once-over. His hoodie was ripped in one place on the side, but other than that, he seemed to be fine. Ples sighed tiredly and removed his bloodied hand from his wound, letting the blood flow freely. Veser saw this and panicked, pressing both of his hands to Ples's wound. Ples smiled weakly, "I...It's alright...if I can save even one life...if I can save your life..."
Veser only cried harder at this. He knew Ples' sexual orientation, and what he just said was the closest thing he'd ever gotten to an admission from the man. Ples was too much of a gentleman to admit to anyone his feelings for the younger male, and while Veser saw no problem with Ples' feelings for him, Ples felt it was improper to be attracted to someone so much younger than him. "Stupid, stupid, stupid idiot." Veser cried, "I'm not worth it. I'm not! "
Ples smiled weakly...he could feel his life leaving him, "You are...you are."
Veser shook his head powerfully. Gathering some desperate courage, he leaned down and gave Ples a kiss he knew the older man would never stop reeling from.
When they parted, Ples let out a shallow breath in laughter, "If I knew I would get something so... good for dying, I would have stood in death's door... much sooner."
Veser only yelled in anguish, "You idiot!"
Ples smiled weakly and closed his eyes, "It's alright...It's alright..."
He was gone.
Veser only cried harder.
And the clock was still slowing down.
Veser's tears were suddenly stopped with a hacking cough. He recovered from it laughing as tears flowed down his face. He pressed a hand at the tear in his hoodie, and almost instantly it was soaked in blood, with the area getting bigger and bigger.
Laughing, he lay down next to Ples. He looked at Ples, smiling sadly as tears still flowed down his face. "Hey," He told the unhearing Ples, "I didn't answer your question. They didn't get me...for the most part. They still got me good though." Veser laughed to himself, "Told you, you can't get rid of me that easily."
Veser tried to turn fully to look at Ples, but he was so tired. Instead, he appeased himself with listening to the slowing-down watch. He listened to it until he became unhearing as well.
And then the clock stopped ticking.