The monk sighed heavenly under the hard pouring rain. He turned to see his lover, smiled at the monochromatic prosecutor as he came in and held his hand. It was warm under his touch as Nahyuta kissed him in his lips.
❝Heh, forgive me, my love. I am always fond of the rain, especially if the Holy Mother rages in the heavens above…❞
「忠実」 ;; “待って。“ Simon put a hand against Nahyuta’s other shoulder, concern flashing in his hidden eyes. “ Tell me what troubles you, Nahyuta. You do the same for me far too often to try to avoid me now. ”
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
The monk winced with Simon’s touch. He’s right. Nahyuta helped Simon from his nightmare a few nights ago. Now it’s his turn to know the fear of the silver-haired man…
❝… My father… He always loved the snow. When I was a boy, he would always tell Apollo and I it reminded him of Mother. And now… I’ve missed him so much. My first snowfall without Father…❞
「忠実」 ;; In a display of affection that was quite rare for the samurai, Simon wrapped his arms around Nahyuta and settled his chin upon the monk’s shoulder. It was far too early to be awake, even with the snowfall, especially for an insomniac prosecutor.
“ Your trouble was what ? ” He asked, voice still heavy with sleep.
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
He sighed. Should he tell his lover about his first snowfall without his father? Nahyuta brushed his unruly hair with his soft fingertips, placing a small kiss on Simon’s forehead.
❝… Ah, it is nothing, Simon. It’s fine. We shall get back to sleep and let the Holy Mother watch over us.❞
"Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else. You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes."
「忠実」 ;; Simon had a very similar desire. Unfortunately, however, he doubted highly that he would ever be free from the memories and fears that plagued him in the night. He was happy to admit that the terrors had lessened considerably after his freedom, but doubted highly that they would ever ENTIRELY cease.
Perhaps he was undeserving of such a blessing.
Heavily calloused, trembling hands rose to settle over Nahyuta’s own. Comfort; wondrous comfort.
“ Th…Thank you.. ”
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
He smiled sadly to the monochrome prosecutor, kissing his forehead with his soft baby pink lips. Hearing his thanks, he couldn’t help but close his eyes and gave him soft butterfly kisses plenty of times. He let him go, but wanted him to lay down beside the monk.
❝Shh, shh… sleep now, Simon. I am here… We shall rest until the golden sun rises from the dark night sky…❞
He hummed a sweet lullaby once more, hoping they can both sleep peacefully against the nightmares…
