「忠実」 ;; Simon was rendered momentarily speechless by his lover’s poetry. How beautiful it was to hear Nahyuta refer so affectionately to him; how FORTUNATE he was to be the subject of the monk’s musings.
The samurai’s thoughts were stolen from him as Nahyuta once again kissed him. It seemed that every time the other’s lips were planted upon his own, his mind went entirely blank. He couldn’t help it, the feeling was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. It left him wanting so, so much more.
“ If I am the sun, then I daresay that you are the moon, Nahyuta. Your light is subtle, but oh so very beautiful, and it keeps me company on even the darkest of nights. How thankful I am to have you… ”
Ｔｈｅ Ｆｕｎｅｒａｌ Ｐｒｏｓｅｃｕｔｏｒ
Nahyuta didn’t realize he was blushing. He’s just… happy. Happy to say those words truthfully to him. Happy to hear his heart pounding this loud for him. I’m happy to be with Simon…
❝My Simon… My sun. You never know this, but I see you as the warmest light that brightens my world… How I wish to be in your arms, always. I am thankful to have you, my love.❞
Smiling softly, he kissed his jawline with a soft peck. The rain poured harder as Nahyuta lead Simon back to his chambers. Humming to a lovely tune, he started to sing mindlessly.
♫
Heart ever still like the wind as it fades Words but a lie, kind all the same
Voice ever sure as it rings through the sky Brilliantly sound in harmony… ♫
