Beneath The Brine

A Silvercandle AU

Characters by Adamation/AnimationEpic 

Song by The Family Crest

Storyline by me ^^

Warnings:

Death

Depression 

Like major angst, MAJOR

Candle Blaze, 20, fiancée of Silver

Silver Spoon China, 20, fiancée of Candle

Will add more characters if they become relevant at all

Enjoy!! 

~~~✭~~~

Silver awoke from his sleep, startled. Turning to see his fiancée by his side, he instantly relaxed and lay back down. 

Ş̵̢̢͈̣̣̗͇͚͎̲́̈́̀̏̓̌͛̌̾̇h̸̢̧̛͉̺̣̟̳̻͖̘͈̜̪̩̘̱̭̜̦̀̄̈̀͆̊̆̌̽̍̓̾̅̈̽̈̅́̅̓̾͌̌̂̈́͗̓̍͋̈̑̍̀͐̒̚͝é̸̛̛͈̗͈́̈́͊̈́͋̒́̍͌̉̈͗̓́̇̅̔̿̃̈́͆͋̈́̚̕͘͘͝͝͝͝ͅ'̶̨̧̢̢̮͚̼̣̪͖̻̗͖͖̗̱̗̝̙͍̜͖̠̺̯̙̯̗̖͍͕͓̘͕̉͊͗̄̀́͂̑̄͊̑̆̅͋̔̇̃̄̿͋̈͘̚͜͝s̴̨̢͖͔̻̲͙͇̳͉̤̞̖̩͓̟̘̭̞̙̺̖͍̳͖̒̇͛̈́̆͋̒̓̈́̚͜ ̴̨̧̛̣̭̜̜̼̬͕̰̲͕͖̮͇̬͖̯̓̎͋̌͗̀͒̄̈́̅͘ͅḑ̸̡̨͙̳͈̮̞̟̺̞̥̖͚̝̮̼̙͈̠̰̯̀̌̊̓̿̓͐̀̄̔̇̽̓̓̓͂̾́̆͆́̀̕͘͘͝e̷̹̖̦͖̺̹̣͍͖͉͙͈͒̿͗̿́͛̽́̇͘͘̚͜͝a̷̜̱̖̙̜̯̝͊̈͊̀̿̕d̶̢̡̢̧̛̖̬̝͔̤͎͉͍͍̺̯̹̹̼̼̥. 

A flicker of an image. A cold, startling sea. F̵̢̤͕̗̘̾̀̈̎̎̅͐̓͛̽̇͑a̸̧͎̰͙̟̙͙̜͚̥͖̥̾̓̌͊́͘l̶̮͕͂̿̊̀̅l̸̢̟̭̣̱̫͔̝͙̞̼͗̐͂͛͑̓͑͠i̸̧͙͔͔͙̺̮̞̝̟̘̬͋̕͜n̶̫̣̈̋̿̈͌̿͊̄̀̕͜g̵̡̯͉̬̳̬͔̯̻͔̹̅ͅ. 

God, he needed sleep.

 Candle's soft breathing instantly soothed him, feeling the beat of her heart flicker lightly. It was such a perfect rhythm he had become accustomed to. Her eyes were closed peacefully, but he could easily picture those perfect violet irises that always pierced his heart with such beautiful affection. 

 Her eyelids flickered, and for a moment he thought he had woken her, but all she did was wrap her legs around him and her breathing evened out again. 

 He brushed a strand of deep purple hair from her face; cliché as hell, he knew, but he couldn't resist. He was so, so lucky to have her. 

 He loved her infinitely. 

Silver often had nightmares of the sea. It scared him so much, but he never really heeded it outside of slumber. Candle loved the sea. She loved everything outside, really. She loved everything. 

What a perfect soul. 

 The dark was approaching, covering them in a sweet blanket of stars. The sun didn't set until late out here. It was one thing he knew she adored about summer. As much of a stargazer as she was, she loved the warmth of sunlight. Silver looked out the window at the moon, then back at his darling Candle beside him. 

 How he loved this perfect life. 

~~~✭~~~

There was this little cliff they often visited called Rose Peak. It overlooked a beautiful view of the sea, and on sunny days the grass would be a lovely pale green, perfect for them to sit and talk and admire the world. 

 Candle was always an extremely free spirit, who would just be herself and express that no matter what. Silver was not one of such people, preferring to simply show a facade and be done with it. It embarrassed him to show his carefree self with anyone but her, and she understood that. 

 However, there was something he genuinely loved to do. By that clifftop, they would always dance. The same song, the same steps, perfect routine. 

 Well, almost. 

It was sort of impromptu until they got to their special little words. 

 All of my love

He would gently begin to sway with her, taking three steps forward in a ballroom dance motion. 

 All of my life

She would step away and close, away and close, still holding his hands gently. 

 Given to you

He'd pull her close, then swing back his arm, making her step back with a flourish.

 Sacrifice...

He would raise his arm above her head and spin her around over and over until the end of the note, a good ten seconds or so.

This repeated every time they went to the clifftop, and honestly? He wouldn't have it any other way.

~~~✭~~~

He awoke to his clock displaying the numbers 02:17. The usual warmth beside him wasn't there, but he didn't fret. She's snuck out to stargaze before. 

Still and all, he felt a little lonely now. 

Gee, wonder why.

He hated that scathing voice. It was always there, in the back of his mind. Candle calls it an Inner Flame. Energy mumbo jumbo, he had scoffed, yet deep down it was intriguing. She had explained that it reflects who we are as a person. Her Inner Flame was always as positive as possible, yet could point out her insecurities at times.

 His, however?

God, it was about the nastiest little thing in the world.

~~~✭~~~

After twenty minutes of waiting awake, he decided to just go back to sleep. At least in his dreams he would see her. 

 And see her he did, although not as positively as he would've liked. Quite the opposite, really. 

 He was in a dark sea. The waters around him were a deep, choking navy. Ahead of him, Candle was being pulled away by the tides. His lungs were full of water, they were burning. Despite that, he could faintly breathe. It was torture. He had to see her face, he had to keep up, he had to reach her. He had the energy, somewhere deep down. However, he soon found that the ocean was merciless. Cold, choppy and dim, his limbs felt like lead and his lungs didn't have the air to sustain a proper effort. Every time he managed the energy to get close and reach out a hand, her fingertips would just barely miss brushing his as she was swept further on once more. Finally, after so long, the cycle broke. He gasped as air flooded into his lungs for a brief second, until the waves closed back over his head and slammed him down, down, beneath the surface and beneath his fiancée, down toward the seabed. The waves got stronger and relentlessly fought with him, yet never losing energy, keeping its deep, terrifying ferocious force. He struggled and flailed, yet his heart sank again as the water began to feel heavy on his numb, energy-sapped limbs. His legs could no longer tread, his arms losing the ability to swish at the sea in a breaststroke motion. Eventually, after far, far too long, he lost the ability to move altogether, and as he sank down into that cold, treacherous ocean, any remaining hope was eradicated as oxygen stopped entering his lungs and his vision got darker and darker until nothing remained.

~~~✭~~~

He woke up gasping and sweating, grasping the mattress in an attempt to stop sinking. 

 Breathe, Silver. 

He sighed softly and looked around. 

 He was safe. There was no ocean. Candle still wasn't beside him. The clock read 06:55. He had something on today, he was pretty sure. He turned to check the calendar. 

 Funeral at 12:20. 

He couldn't remember who it was for. Disrespectful, perhaps, but his family tree was practically endless, and the branches pretty much extended throughout the world at this point, so he really couldn't keep track of them all. 

 He tended to focus on random little things as he ate breakfast, and this morning it was the silence surrounding him. Perhaps Candle had left for some reason, as she did sometimes. She probably had work today. It was never a big deal before, so why should it be one now? 

~~~✭~~~

She's dead. 

His heart felt bound by chains, locked in his chest, unable to feel. He felt numb and cold, the world around him simply endless clamour and buzz. 

 The coffin was empty. He knew that. No body had been recovered. That was proof enough then, surely? She wasn't dead. He knew that. He knew that. He was sure of that. He was sure. 

 Condolences were offered, but he didn't believe them. They were wrong, of course. Nobody knew her like he did, and he knew she was alive. Silver Spoon was certain that perhaps somebody had thought of it as a silly prank. Couldn't fool him. 

The empty coffin was closed, and a dusty old photograph in a tainted gold frame was placed on top beside a rose and lavender flower. 

 He stepped up to the cold, dark emptiness surrounding him. She's dead. The photo was lovely. It was a picture of the two of them together, taken by Candle's sister Scenty. She was here too, crying. She's dead. 

 This was ridiculous. She wasn't dead. She wasn't dead. She wasn't dead. 

 Right? 

~~~✭~~~

There was a fire. Silver started it, he thought. 

 He wasn't sure anymore. 

Yes, he did. Him and her family were burning the empty coffin. The smell of ash and lavender filled the air as a single tear brushed its way down his immaculate face. It was supposed to be a tribute to her, but she was still alive. 

 He knew she was. 

The smoke was swirling now. It looked beautiful in its own dark, corrupted way. The photo frame was lying face up on the grass ahead of him. He missed the sparkle in her eyes. 

 She was dead.

The flames licked that old, dusty frame, and a spark hit it. It lit on fire and that beautiful picture of them began to crumble and blacken, creating a small pile of ash. 

 A world without her wasn't a world worth living in. 

He let that picture burn to a charred pile of black ash, and cried.

~~~✭~~~

He returned to the cliff later that day. It was quiet, too quiet. He dipped under a fence he faintly remembered, to see a large part of the cliff cut off. Huh.

 He began to dance that familiar rhythm, singing those perfect words. 

There. That beautiful voice. She was singing too. He'd recognise her anywhere. 

 Silver sighed with relief. How ridiculous that he'd fallen for that prank, huh?

She stepped along with him, dancing lightly, her melodic voice joining in and hitting the notes. Those steps, that sway, the elongated spin of 'sacrifice~'...

 Where was she...?

She was gone. 

She wasn't there in the first place.

They were right.

She was dead.

~~~✭~~~

Stay clear of the wreckage.

 That's what the sign on the fence had read. They never paid any heed to it. Why should they? Countless times they had danced here, to no consequence. 

 Silver should've stopped her. 

She ducked down under the fence. She held out a hand, he took it gracefully, joining her at the cliffside. 

 Now he knew. Now, now, he remembered. Only now. He remembered how she died.

~~~✭~~~

They spun together. They talked, they laughed, they sang. Her deep purple hair flowed around her, a dark contrast to his sharp silver. Her dress was beautiful; violet silk covered in delicate gold stars and intricate moons. The sun burned his eyes slightly, but who was he to care? 

 Her shimmering violet eyes locked onto his own blue, alight with that permanent spark of hers. She let go of his hands and danced away by herself, her feet finding steps in a nonexistent rhythm. She spun closer and closer to the edge, stopping suddenly when she heard dirt slip.

 The cliff was cracking. If she didn't get off of there, she was going to fall. Her eyes widened in a panic, and she began to run.

 A simple slip was all it took.

Her leg fell from beneath her, and so did the shaky ground.

Dirt, grass and rock hit the water.

The world was in slow motion.

She

Fell

d̶̨͉̾͂̏͊̋̏͋̒͘͘̚͘ò̵̪͎̟̖͈̱̙͈̹̀w̶̤̍̾͆̋̋̇̈́n̴̡̮̖͇͈͓͔̺̜̮͓̫̈́̈̉͒͒̆̎̌̐͜.

~~~✭~~~

Candle Blaze knew she was going to die.

Silver couldn't reach her. He was already crying uncontrollably.

She couldn't bear it. Her eyes closed and her tears mingled with the sky around her. 

She smiled softly, and opened her eyes for the last time.

She hit the water.

~~~✭~~~

Oh, his love.

His darling.

She was falling. He couldn't save her, his mind would forever be locked in this moment.

Everything surrounding him was blurred cacophony, irrelevant to him forever. He was sent to a psychiatrist, but they couldn't help. Of course they couldn't. Nothing could repair this turmoil. 

 His mind was full of fire, smoke, falling, roses and lavender. She had always adored lavender. 

 All of his life was hers to take. Nothing mattered without her. People weren't important. They all tried to talk, but he shut them out. Perhaps in doing so he would see her again.

 Deep down, he knew it was fruitless.

She couldn't return.

~~~✭~~~

He tried to dance once more, but the memory was tainted and nothing but torture now.

 He knew what he had to do.

He had a rose. He had lavender.

Her body was never found, but he placed them on the rocks beside the sea where she had fallen.

 He had another rose clasped in his hands. His third flower. His final flower.

He would never let this go.

He screamed the lyrics into the wind.

All of his love. All of his life.

Given to her.

His sacrifice.

And as he jumped from the cliff, the final note echoing from his mouth, the thorns of the rose pierced his chest. 

Silver Spoon China hit the sea.

~~~✭~~~

It was cold. His body lay beneath him. 

She was there. 

She loved him.

His body lay beside hers.

Her pale purple spirit was there with him.

She held him there, beneath the brine.

He knew he had done what was right.

He held her there, beneath the brine.

~~~✭~~~

-A/N-

Hello there!!

 Sorry I've been so very inactive, I don't think I've written in months. An irl friend motivated me to write this, so here we are!

 Quite proud of this, actually; two thousand words is by far the most I've made. Not the best, but for me it's not too bad!

 I adore angst, and Silvercandle, and this AU was something I've had for a LONG time. I would've preferred it as an animatic, but since I can't animate, I was given the suggestion to write it instead. 

 Would absolutely recommend Beneath the Brine (the song), and I'll link it somewhere.

Have a great day/night chat <3

 ~Waffle!! ✭