A/n: if you are not on the group chat this will make absolutely 0 sense and will probably scare you. I would recommend not reading this

If you're still here, I am so sorry for this.

Tw: lethal levels of what the phak

Archivist snuck through the darkness. Midnight was the only safe time to see them. It had always been, but now with the new laws restricting love of their kind, secrecy was even more crucial than ever.

In fact, to her, midnights were more than just the safest time, they were special. Irreplaceable. It was midnight 5 years ago they had met, under the glittering moonlight. They had spent countless nights sat together. Vista had talked and they had listened; they were a great listener. It was strange to think that she was just 13 then. It was so long ago, and things so different to how they were now. Both between them and the world.

Eventually, something grew between them. It was always going to happen, they both knew it, but something in them resisted. They stood stronger than archivist, almost as if they were made of stone. But of course, in the end they crumbled. They both fell in love.

Now, Archivist stalked through the backstreets, silent and driven. Every step was a step closer to the things she loved the most, every stride having more push, more drive. She knew exactly where she was headed.

Before all of this, Archivist had never understood "love", or at least the concept. People spoke of it as a fairytale, a hole you fell into and couldn't escape, a series of choices you made for someone else, a gift and curse rolled into one. She still wasn't sure what she believed. But when she thought of them, her heart felt like it was glowing and brain felt peacefully chaotic and she just felt so, so alive. Maybe that's what love was.

Archivist was almost there now. Just a little further... and she had to be careful.
After all, love like theirs was forbidden in their world. No one would ever let it happen if they knew.

Love between a girl and a wall was forbidden, and it would stay that way.

The wall was the same as always, a pale pristine white, almost luminous in the moon's rays. Their gown of potato chips curved around their generous figure. They were beautiful, but that was nothing new.
Archivist shrugged back her cloak to get a better view of the one she loved. They were painfully stunning, from the small snags in the eggshell paint to the brick pattern behind. She saw little reminders of the wall - her wall - everywhere. But it was nothing compared to seeing them in person. They were solid, a single strong lifeboat in the turbulent seas of the world around her. This wall was her lover, her secret haven. Noone knew about them except...

"Hey Vista! How are-" Bea jumped over a log to land alongside Archivist, before noticing the wall. She let out a low whistle. "So this is the mystery girlfriend... no wonder you got together." Archivist flushed, affectionately stroking the wall, trailing her fingers along their paint.

Bea and Vista had been "dating" for the past year now, to help cover for Vista and her true love. After all, it would be the perfect cover story for all the sneaking out in the middle of the night. But over time, real feelings developed. So vista decided it was time to introduce them.

"So... hey kitten..." Bea leaned against a tree, not looking away from the wall for a moment. "How's it going?"

Archivist put her palm against the wall's side. This is how they talked: Vista could hear the wall and interpret their thoughts. "They say good... also that you have no rizz." Bea chuckled.

"So should we get to know each other?"
"Yeah," Vista translated. "That would be nice."

Bea sat down next to Vista, squeezing her hands gently.

They spent most of the night sat, talking. They did the same thing the night after, and the night after that. Slowly they grew closer, all of them. They became a trio over the course of those nights.

Every evening gave Vista a hope for a future. A life.

A day they could spend time together come down.

I'm so sorry