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Wake Up

Chapter 3: Epilogue

Notes:

Here is an Epilogue for you all who blew me away with your words and response...
Also consider this a compensation for that angsty ending ;) sorry for that.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

It was a feverish slumber, not a state of rest sleeping usually brings to one's body. An obligation his body had forced on him as a result of all the exertions from the fight, without his consent when he lost the battle against fatigue and it had instantly turned into a prison of his mind.

 

Mon-El was trapped in a nightmare. One he hadn't visited for a long time.

 

Haunted, tormented and enslaved by his demons. Demons that looked nothing like those hideous demons of Kryptonian origin he had encountered earlier, but were far worse.

 

And he could not escape them no matter what he did.

 

"I love you, I know I should have said it before."

 

Kara's blood-shot wet eyes, her contorted face and broken voice, they cracked his still injured heart all over again.

 

"You made me so happy..."

 

Her strained, yet genuine smile made him scream loudly, begging to wake up and stop reliving this torturous moment he never wanted to be repeated again.

Nevertheless, his will held no power.

Onto the next hellish hallucination.

He was confined in a pod, speeding away from the place he had come to know as his true home.

A wormhole appeared, sucking him in as he futilely punched on buttons and the screen pad. His heart was beating so fast that he was sure it would burst out of his chest any second now. In the end he gave up, clutching Kara’s necklace to his chest with all he had, Mon-El closed his eyes and prepared for the worst.

His thoughts were only of Kara…

 

Then his stomach flipped as he was hurled into somewhere else again.

 

A grave with an almost gone name and outlines of an all too familiar insignia.

A shredded crimson fabric draped over his arms.

A heavy heart and sleep ridden eyes.

A wish for an end after dragging, intolerable days,

And a necklace around his neck.

 

Mon-El re-watched them all, experienced the profound despair he had been carrying all along once more and under it, his well-built dam in his mind shattered into millions of pieces and he plunged deeper than he ever had into the bottomless pitch black void inside him, the one he was well aware of its existence, but had stubbornly been ignoring.

Mon-El surrendered,

Relinquished,

Gave in to the unbearable overwhelming sensation,

And he plummeted,

Becoming one with the darkness around him.

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Just as he considered all was beyond the returning point, a dazzling light cut through his annihilation sharply, reminiscing a lightning bolt.

It gifted him with weightlessness and showered him in an unexpected, yet very much welcome sense of peace.

 

“Edri sehta rrosh mor tim.”

 

Words of his mother tongue resonated delicately in his mind, vibrating every part of his being back into life as the conception behind the Daxamite phrase began to finally clarify in his previously dying consciousness.

Open your eyes my love

Feather like touches followed the gentle syllables,

Caressing his face,

Spreading warmth,

Like the Sun.

And so he complied willingly.

 

“Ellsayar...”

 

Was the first word his heavy tongue slurred to pronounce upon his vision clearing, only to be filled with two piercing sapphire irises which belonged to the voice that had saved him.

Comets…

The eyes were teary and that made him wince. Why this beauty was burdened by such sadness. For what reason were they so disturbed?

 

“Why are you crying?”

 

His still numb right hand lifted sluggishly to touch the colorless droplets on the bright skin above him.

Instead of an answer, her hot lips connected to his forehead, causing the spot to burn as though being touched by Hestia, goddess of fire.

 

“Mon-El.”

 

Her hushed voice tickled his ears softly in a way so invitingly calming that his whole body finally became fully relaxed.

 

“Kara…” it came out as a quiet whimper, one so low that he wasn’t sure if she had heard him.

 

“Shhh… Nivo rrem vera” you’re safe.

 

The hand that was stroking his cheeks all along slid upwards a little to brush away the tears he wasn’t aware he had shed. He didn’t remember Kara ever speaking Daxamite so fluently. In their short time together, she had only picked up a few sentences.

Was this a dream again, one which leaves you feeling emptier after waking up?

Gradually his tired eyes grasped other details of their surroundings.

There they were again. Cascaded by eternal light, warmth and tranquility in that field of ever green.

 

The destination of all their paths,

 

Out of time,

Out of world,

Out of reality.

 

“Am I dreaming?” He asked Kara, catching her eyes with his own.

 

She shook her head as a sign of not knowing.

In that moment Mon-El realized that he didn’t care anymore whether this was a fantasy or not.

All he cared about was the presence looming over him and nothing else.

 

Gently his hands wrapped around the white dress covering her figure and pulled her down to himself, inhaling her fragrant scent that evaded all his senses and consumed him.

 

“Thah mora rrem e Mon-El.”

 

She whispered into the crook of his neck and pecked him gently there.

Mon-El felt fresh tears breaming his eyes, this time in happiness though.

 

I Love You Mon-El.

 

She had said so easily, in the language only he could understand, as if it were a well-known fact.

 

“Thahe mora rreme de Kara.”

 

He said back in a shaking voice as his fingers ran through her vibrant golden tresses and brought her head up gently to capture her lips in the most passionate kiss he had ever given.

And Kara too pushed forward, asking and giving more, hands wound around his shoulders, tugging at his shirt.

The two remained in each other’s embrace, kissing, touching and savoring every moment as long as this was going to last. Neither bothered or even paused to consider what was waiting for them both in the world of awakes, where they couldn’t even touch one another.

 

Dream or not, they wished to never wake up from it.

Ever.

 

A M A Z I N G fanart by @notsomildmannered!

Thank you so much! You always flatter me!

Notes:

To write in the Daxamite language for this chapter, there were no references to Daxamtie anywhere and so I had to come up with something of my own. I wish we could here Mon-El talk in his own mother tongue at some point. For now this is the version I made up XD
I used the help of Elvish language from Lord of The Rings fanpages and websites and compared them to Kryptonese in order to make them a little alike since the two planets orbited the same star and etc.

Thank you for reading!

Notes:

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