「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.
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.❞
The monk looked outside of his window, snow started to fall from the white skies. The first coldest winter without his father by his side. Dawn is set to come as he heard his lover beside him, turned around and stared at the monochromatic prosecutor.
❝My love, I apologize if I have waken you before sunrise. But the snow has started to fall outside of the Palace… I couldn’t contain my excitement at all, but my trouble… was…❞
「忠実」 ;; Simon hummed a response, even the quiet noises from the back of his throat holding a vague sense of irritation. The elevator in the Prosecutor’s Office seemed to be under repair quite often– when were they going to buckle down and finally fix it for good ? The samurai often found himself reluctant to use it even when it WAS functional simply because of the frequency of its breakdowns.
The prosecutor moved on, entering the office and making his way to the stairs with a sense of great familiarity. Haste would be the best course of action, given the situation, but Simon found himself climbing the numerous stairs with ease in his step.
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
Nahyuta and Simon went climbing in the stairs, hoping to reach to his office in time for the meeting. He wondered why he seemed calm when he came with him. This aura he sensed… it has changed…
❝……….. You have become quiet.❞
Two monochrome colors struck the monk. He broke the silence because he didn’t only felt bored, but rather he was curious about the reverse panda. But he noticed something striking. His steel orbs met with his own jade orbs…
「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…
