「忠実」 ;; Simon followed him without protest and without noise. He would make not a sound forever more if it meant Nahyuta would not stop singing. The man’s voice was beautiful, even more so in the dead of the night as it chased away the demons that haunted him.
The prosecutor was quick to pull his fellow into bed, gentle smile still stretched across pale lips. His eyes were pulled shut, lulled to close by the monk’s lullaby.
“ Nahyuta, my moon… ” Dare he say the words ? “愛してるよ . ”
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
Nahyuta chuckled as Simon pulled him into his own bed, falling into his arms. He’s very warm. Nahyuta haven’t felt this warmth in a long time, and he could sleep easily if time freezes forever. Just as Simon told him he loved him, his jade orbs widened. He looked into his eyes: he’s telling the truth.
❝… I love you too, my dear sun.❞
The monk kissed him once again, but passion came to him. Thunder roared through the gray skies, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was his sun.
「忠実」 ;; “ Not at all. ” He only feared what would happen when Nahyuta inevitably learned all his secrets. Indeed, he was a despicable man, if only the other knew the full truth…
“ …Not to think so. ”
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
❝Good… That’s good to know, Simon…❞
Smiled gently as he placed a kiss on his pale cheek.
❝So, this film… will it have some gore? Or ghosts?❞
「忠実」 ;; Simon returned the embrace fondly, the barest of smiles coming to stretch across his lips.
“ I didn’t see you as the type, ” he commented, voice low. “ I, myself, am not so much a fan. Calming as it is, the rain is quite troublesome, particularly when it storms. I much prefer the SUN. ”
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
Smiling at Simon, Nahyuta wrapped his arms around his neck. It’s funny. He has always thought he’s fond of the rain, not the sun. The monk is sometimes fond of the sun, but the sound of raindrops is what made him attract the rain. Placing his head against his chest, he sighed softly.
❝Well… I didn’t see you as the type for the sun, my love. But know this: you’re my sun, Simon. My sun, my moon, my stars, you are all of them…❞
He kissed his lover in the lips once again, his heart pounding loud in his ears…
「忠実」 ;; Simon took his time when considering a response – knowing very well the sort of pain Nahyuta was going through, he knew better than to brush off such feelings as though they were nothing.
“ …Your father remains, Nahyuta. In your spirit, and in Justice-dono’s, your father lives on. You mustn’t lose that indomitable will, even to the frigid snow. ”
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
He went silent as Simon spoke those words to him. Simon was right again. He has the tattoo on his right palm. His legacy for him, Apollo, and Rayfa, his valor, his love for the family… A dragon never yields. That mantra is what made him live on. His heart broke. Nahyuta nodded to his lover.
❝Simon… I prayed to the Holy Mother for his soul to be upon the heavens above us everyday. Oh, how I wished he could take a chance to meet you. He– He’s a wonderful man and it would be per– perfect for us to–❞
The monk sobbed silently, tears overflowing his jade orbs as it stains on Simon’s skin.
