Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or Iron and Wine. I just got this random idea while listening to this song. But I crappy songfic ideas can happen when you listen to a single song on repeat for two hours. (Honestly though, the song's gorgeous.) Reviews are appreciated, as always.
Will you say when I'm gone away
My lover came to me and we lay
In rooms unfamiliar but until now
Will you say to them when I'm gone
I loved your son for his sturdy arms
We both learned to cradle than live without
"What are you going to do when I die?"
Stan looked at his boyfriend, who was currently residing on top of him while they lay on the floor of his attic, in utter confusion. "Why would you ask me that?"
"Because I want to know what you'd do about it," Kyle said simply, letting his chin rest on Stan's chest. Kyle had been doing this a lot lately, asking random questions to which Stan could not trace the origins. He wasn't quite sure why, but he felt it had something to do with the fact that Stan was not yet ready to tell their parents about their relationship, while Kyle was. Though he had assured him many times otherwise, Stan had a suspicion that Kyle was still worried that Stan didn't care enough about him.
Stan took a hand off Kyle's waist and let it rest behind his head. "I would cry about it, I guess."
"You guess," Kyle scoffed. "Well that's pretty damn lame."
"It's lame that I'm going to be sad that my boyfriend's dead?" Stan asked, confused as per usual.
"No, it's lame that all you're going to do is cry about it."
"What do you want me to do about it," Stan rolled his eyes, "Try and reanimate you? Listen," he said, shifting his voice so that it was a little more serious. "I don't want to think about you being dead, okay? I love you, dude. And if anything happened to you, yeah, I'd cry, because I'd be fucking heartbroken."
Kyle wasn't satisfied with that answer apparently, because he hadn't been paying attention to Stan's semi-romantic moment. "I want you to tell them about your attic."
"What?" Stan eyed him oddly. "What does that have to do with you dying?"
"I want you to tell them that you barely knew you had one until we had to hide up here to be together," Kyle continued, ignoring Stan's question. "I want you to tell my parents why you loved me, that I held you whenever you needed me to. I want you to tell them all how we'd jump in the lake for no reason, and how we just lived, like the night would end and we'd never see tomorrow."
Stan was silent after Kyle's speech, taking in his words. "I will," he said finally. "Of course I will." He leaned up and kissed Kyle on the mouth. When the kiss ended, Kyle rolled off Stan and stretched out on the hardwood floor next to him.
"What are you going to say when I die?" Stan asked after a moment.
"I'm not going to say anything," Kyle responded, standing up.
"And why the hell not?"
"Because we just established that I'd already be dead, dumbass."
Stan pinched the bridge of his nose and sat up. "I mean if I die first. What would you do about it?"
Kyle paused for a moment, before a grin spread across his face. "Well," he said, imitating Stan perfectly, "I would cry about it, I guess."
Will you say when I'm gone away
Your father's body was judgment day
We both dove and rose to the riverside
Will you say to me when I'm gone
Your face has faded but lingers on
Cause light strikes a deal with each coming night
Each Coming Night – Iron and Wine