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Fred sat atop a crumbling stone wall, a cigarette in his hand lazily emitting a trail of smoke that wound upwards towards the sky.

He liked coming here, it was relaxing. They had similar ruins on his own world, though a bit more decayed.

Here and there graffiti was written across the rocks, and there were a few broken beer bottles lying about, but otherwise it was untouched.

Peaceful.

Fred leaned back on one hand, bringing the other up so he could take a drag from the cigarette, eyes slowly roaming the expanse of the field with no real purpose.

Fred made a disgusted face, taking another drag from his cigarette before holding it absently out to Asher.

"Whoever invented ring-tones should be strung up by his feet and have his skin flayed from his body by a hot whip while his family watches." He said, finally turning his head to look the other boy over. Likely, if anyone but Asher had interrupted his peace and quiet they would have come to regret it. Asher, however, was one of the few people on this world he genuinely tolerated- mostly because he wasn't actually from this world at all.

Fred took back the cigarette, letting it sit between his fingers as a trail of smoke curled gently upwards.

"Today is Den Inneren Schweinehund überwinden." The german dialect slid fluidly from his lips. Fred flicked ashes from the dwindling cigarette down towards the grass.

"To conquer one's own weakness." Fred translated, tilting his head slightly as he stared across the flat expanse of grass. It was a day usually celebrated by parades and demonstrations of magical, physical, and mental power. His Majesty would later give a speech through the the network, closing with the world anthem and a salute to the flag just as the sun was almost set.

"Victory day. At night, fireworks in colours and patterns you cannot even imagine."

Fred held up his hand, spanning his fingers across the blue stretch of sky. The last of the ash clinging to his spent cigarette released itself, tumbling gently down his fingertips.

Fred raised an eyebrow at Asher and reached over, sliding a thumb over the other boy's jaw and trailing his fingers against his neck and underneath his hair.

He was appreciative of the gesture yet doubtful Asher could produce something nearly as beautiful. Yes, it would be an honest and- disturbingly caring - attempt, but it would lack the specific pride and patriotism the fireworks were usually infused with.

"I have a better idea." Fred said, lazily rubbing small circles onto the back of Asher's neck with his fingertips, not elaborating.

He really didn't feel as if he'd have to.

"It is." Fred said, leaning forward. His fingers, still entwined in Asher's hair, tightened as he yanked the other teenager's head back- somewhat forcefully and just for the fun of it, but mostly to make it easier for him to devour Asher's mouth.

His leather pants scraped against the rough stone wall as shifted on top of it, one hand still tangled up in Asher's hair.

Fred twisted his fingers into the fabric of Asher's shirt and made a fist, dragging him even closer to the heat of his body as the last slivers of sun slipped past the horizon.

A fitting end after all.