A drop here, a drop there (a one-shots/snippet book)

And the rain washed it all away (Welcome to Night Vale)

"I said it before, and I will say it again. Perfection isn't human," He said, looking into his eyes as if willing the words to slip through his pupils, into his brain, and be embedded into his psyche, until it wrapped around his very being. "And you, my Carlos, is terribly and wonderfully human."

"Things may not have been the 'perfect relationship' that I had once imagined, but life isn't perfect. Nothing is. And yet, still we live, and we love, and we cry and then get up, and there is something beautiful about that. That we can still go on with life, through all the chaos and the void just waiting for us at the end, and along the road."

With careful gentleness, Cecil took his hand and pressed his lips against the knuckles in a kiss, a small point of contact and heat. "I don't need you to be perfect to love you. What mattered is that we were willing to push through, together. That you also looked past my flaws like I did yours and we worked together to be as close to perfection as we can. And we are still learning. Isn't that what a relationship basically is? Learning how to coexist together in various points in space and time, through all the difficulties we find inside and outside of us? That was why I didn't stay in the condo. I chose you. My imperfection, my perfectly, imperfect, Carlos."

"But," Carlos whispered, feeling tears burning through his eyes and down his cheeks. He was overwhelmed by the other's words, but-but Cecil should hate him. Why doesn't he hate him? So he tried, weakly, "But it's impossible to be perfect and imperfect at the same time. It's impossible–a scientific impossibility. Those two words are too different and are direct opposites of each other..."

Cecil smiled and shook his head, exasperated and fond at the same time.

"Oh, Carlos. You want to know how you can be imperfect and perfect at the same time?" He leaned closer, voice dropping into something deep and smooth that always caused Carlos' heart to skip a beat. "If you take my broadcast on your first day here, and then compare it to the way I speak now, you would hear the difference in my voice. You are imperfect, yes, but you, are perfect, for me. And I-" A kiss on a tear-stained cheek "-love-" One on the forehead "-you," He whispered as he kissed Carlos, short and sweet, on the lips.

And Carlos broke down.

And he didn't know what to say.

But he hoped that the way he fell into Cecil's arms, the way he clutched at his torso like a lifeline, and the way he sobbed unintelligible words, was enough to convey what he was unable to articulately convey.

The way that Cecil wrapped his arms around him and held him tight, said without words that yes, he understood well enough.

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A beam of sunlight slowly crawled through the carpeted floor and inched its way up the bed, as the sun started to brush its rosy fingers through the sky. The warmth on his skin woke Cecil from his doze and he sleepily batted at it until it politely retreated off the bed. He didn't want it to wake up Carlos when they had barely gotten any sleep.

Said scientist murmured faintly as he dozed, something that sounded almost like "I love you," and Cecil buried his face into the soft black curls with a content smile.

They had talked all through the night. Cecil, about what he had been going through in Night Vale, and Carlos, what he had been going through in the desert otherworld. Each side was conveyed through whispered words that bled truth, revelations, and finally, understanding. At the end, it filled the air between them with hope, of that warm feeling of looking forward to a future, together. They shared visions and plans and promises, and when they finally succumbed to exhaustion, their hearts were lighter than it had been when their day had first started.

It had been a trying year, full of heartbreak and fear and longing. Words were left unsaid between the perceived insurmountable distance of separate realities, with only a phone and their voices as their method of contact, but was now freed in each other's arms, in a time and place that finally matched. In each other's wonderfully solid, physical presence.

In his sleep, Carlos held his love tighter and smiled faintly.

He, finally, felt at home.

A/N:

Me, after typing the last sentence: .... Holy fuck, I finished it? Am I... am I finished?

Holy fuck I can finally post this?

(This is the longest thing I wrote since I had announced my maybe temporary maybe permanent hiatus/abandonment on my PJO stories, and just, wow, I am disbelief at finally finishing)

Cecil is so good at words. I may or may not be afraid that I didn't do him justice...

But anyways, first time I wrote something that was completely focused on a romantic relationship, because I got into Night Vale and Cecilos became my ultimate OTP and the fandom is full of wonderful Cecilos shiet that left me squealing and "awww"ing from all the fluff and adorableness.

In other words, my past self would be staring at me in disbelief and going, "da fuck, did you just write something in the romance genre?!"

Though I spent most of my time in AO3 and barely looked through the stuff here in wattpad. Currently, I liked one Cecilos fic in wattpad. Maybe I'll find more.

I just love them so much!

Ok, I'll go now.

Bye!

P.S. They totally heard sniffling from the bedside table after Carlos calmed down from his sobbing. And Cecil reached over to give the Secret Police Officer some tissues, which they accepted with a quiet "Thanks," before blowing, sniffling again, and finally being quiet once more.

P.P.S. Me: (hears that they talked all night) Yeah, they have a lot to talk about.

A lot of comments on YouTube: Yes, they definitely "talked" *insert lenny face*

Me: .... Uhm. Ok? You do you, I guess? If that's how you interpret it?