TW: Cutesy Sjin's Farm. Statue!Sips

Title ~Statue~

Sjin sat beside the statue that had taken up residence outside his new home.

Xephos’ heavy snoring and sleep induced ramblings could be heard from the porch of their new home. He had always assumed it had been the dwarf who snored, but he had been proved very wrong, even giving them separate rooms hadn’t been enough distance to drown out the infernal racket that the spaceman made.

Sighing to himself he looked to the statue beside him, it was the wrong Spaceman lying in the bed upstairs. When they’d placed their beds down he had thought of putting them together, but quickly changed his mind. He acted like nothing had happened, but when he mentioned something completely inaccurate Xephos would always correct him, and it felt wrong. He’d been glad to find company, even after the time he had spent at the farm alone; these past months had been the loneliest of his life. With the farm he had always known that he could return to Sips. Now, well-

With the infernal racket that Xephos made every night, Sjin’s night were often spent under the stars, besides Sips. He slipped his fingers between the stone figures, but it did not reciprocate the action. His lip trembled, but he bit down on it, holding back the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks.

“I miss you Sipsy.” He whispered, his gaze on the stars, as he remembered a time when it was just the two of them, he’d been drunk out of his mind, but he could still remember it clearly, both of them lying on their backs, looking up at the stairs, his head against Sips’ chest, and their hands intertwined.

“We should go to the moon.” Sjin had muttered, looking up at the white orb in the sky. The moon so full that it supplied them with enough light to give them safety despite the fact they were far too drunk to light and place torches.

“The moon?! I mean any bastard that puts his mind to it can go the moon. How about Mars?”

“Oh, well I was thinking of having a go at Uranus, but I guess we can stop off at Mars first.”

Sips began to snigger, and even though Sjin had initially managed to keep a straight face, the alcohol in his system was making it increasingly harder for him to hold back his giggles. When they finally calmed down, both trying to catch their breath, Sips turned to him.

“So it’s agreed, first stop Mars.”

Sips received his wish, just not at all how they’d planned. Sjin rubbed his arm, this had all been his fault, some stupid drunken rambling whilst they’d been sat amongst the trees on the Hindenburg, and before he knew it they were on Slime Island, collecting what they’d needed to make it into space.

The memories all flooded back as he squeezed Sips’ hand but the stone didn’t give way to his delicate fingers. It had all been his fault. He’d been the one that had pulled Sips along, through his wild ideas.

Pressing his forehead against the stone mans the first tear forced its way down his cheek, and he didn’t care to wipe it away, no one could see him. Despite the tears he smiled, the stone man’s skin was almost the exact same colour that it had always been, and he was sure that if Sips had been able to speak he would have still tried to play it off as a vitamin deficiency.

His eyes shut tight, he tried to imagine that the stone hands he held onto so tightly, held onto him.

“So what do you think of Mahogany Meadows.” He asked.

Sips grabbed both of his hands pulling him closer. “I think you’ve been holding out on me.”

There was no way he could hold back the giggle that escaped him, as Sips stood on the tips of his toes, reaching up to kiss the farmer, but not quite reaching far enough. When Sjins giggles didn’t cease, the pale boss grabbed him by the beard, pulling his face to a reachable level, silencing Sjin with his own lips.

As they pulled away from the kiss they stayed close to one another. Sjin stooped so that their foreheads could rest against one another, as they smiled, gazing into each other’s eyes with not a care for the world around them.

The grip on his hands tightened.

The grip on his hands tightened.

He tried to pull away in shock but he was held by the grasp, the fingers that intertwined with his own. He watched as the grey eyes constricted revealing white, the only grey that remained was that of his irises. The stone came to life, the clothes finding their original colour, yet the skin remained the same.

“Sipsy?” He asked apprehensively as the statue blinked.

“Who else would it be you dumb-“ He was cut short by a lack of air, as Sjin wrapped his arms around the grey man, squeezing him as tightly as possibly, lifting him from the ground in the process. “Can’t. Breath.” He managed to say despite his restricted airways.

“Sorry.” Sjin murmured, a smile spread across his lips as he placed the shorter man on solid ground.

Rolling his shoulders, trying to relieve the stiffness in his joints Sips sighed, “You’ve got a habit of bringing inanimate objects to life. Fuck Sjin, you’re like the opposite of Medusa.”

“I’m pretty sure I could make you hard.” Sjin giggled, and it was enough to take them over the edge into hysterics.

As they sat together again, their bodies intertwined, cracking jokes like nothing had happened, Xephos continued to snore from within the farmhouse.