Sleeved arms would take hold of Nahyuta in return, clutching to the man’s shirt as though his very life depended on it. Safety, safety…he was a prisoner no longer. He was FREE.
But he could feel it. Those shocks, running through his whole body…
Say something, you fool. You are no longer in that filthy cell.
“ Nahyuta, Nahyuta… ” He took a breath, burying himself in the other’s scent. SAFETY…
“ I’m sorry…for waking you up… ”
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
❝Shh… I’m here, my love. You needn’t to worry…❞
Nahyuta hushed him softly. He held his head with his hands, the other caressing his hair with his fingertips. He can hear him breathing heavily. He wanted to look at him under the pale moonlight, didn’t care if he couldn’t even see him. He just needs to know his lover is fine from the hell he faced…
❝It’s not your fault. What you had been through. You never deserved to be there, Simon… My dear, I wish those nightmares should never return to you…❞
He never let him go. He will never let him go until he is calm…
「忠実」 ;; “ … ” At first, his mind SCREAMED danger . Years of keeping himself concealed could not be washed away so easily; A betrayal of trust at the end of those years had him ever-closed off. But perhaps – and just perhaps – truths from his lips might help Sahdmadhi with whatever troubles were running through his own mind.
A breath.
“ Yes, we are. You could say that we…are bound to one another. ”
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
His brows furrowed. An image flashed in his eyes. His dear father, the leader of Defiant Dragons, is bound to him since he was a child. Clenching his fist as he placed it near his heart, he took deep breaths. If anything happens to his father before he gets back to his kingdom, he would never forgive himself…
He woke up from his thoughts, his problems are set aside. He gave a soft smile to his colleague, his heart fluttered. Wait, fluttered?
❝Hmph… I can see it, dear panda. She’s all grown, but you treat her as a child. Mind me asking, but did you had a mentor before you started your career as a prosecutor?❞
He wanted to ask many questions to him, even though it annoys Prosecutor Blackquill just to get his mind off of the problem deep in his heart…
「忠実」 ;; “ Ggh… ” It was difficult to distinguish reality from dream, but Nahyuta’s hands upon his shoulders were a gentle reminder of what reality truly was. He was no longer a prisoner. Even if the scars remained, he was no longer shackle-bound to his past and his fears.
He was safe.
“ N-Nahyuta… ”
He knew that, and yet, why would his heart not stop racing ?
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
❝Yes? Answer me, Simon.❞
The monk’s brows furrowed, worried about his lover. His past in the cell must’ve struck him with so much trauma. He wrapped his arms around him, hoping he can calm him down since he doesn’t have his beads with him…
❝I’m here, my love. It’s okay. I prayed to the Holy Mother you are safe in my arms, and nothing can keep you away from me…❞
