Teaser:It was a magnificent sight of pure beauty. Chiaro watched with his half lidded eyes as Cesare stayed in that position a little while longer before turning around and walking towards the bed that he rested in. He watched as Cesare kneeled down beside his bed and took his left hand between his own. He watched as his hand was brought to touch Cesare’s cheek and as he sighed a sigh of relief and satisfaction.
Cesare closed his eyes and breathed in the deep scent that could only belong to his one and only. He pressed Chiaro’s palm against his cheek and relaxed at the warmth that he was given. A quilt of warmth and safety wrapped around his head, repelling the dark forces. Something only the dead Vanozza and the alive Chiaro could do. He relinquished in this feeling of pure peace, something he felt only around Chiaro. Even Vanozza could never make his heart quiver and his mind calm as well as Chiaro.
His eyes opened and he peeked up at Chiaro who laid there, sleeping peacefully. Not noticing the half lidded eyes that watched him from under the golden bangs. Locking his fingers with Chiaro’s, he stood up and continued to hold Chiaro’s hand to his cheek. He looked down and watched Chiaro’s peaceful face. He didn’t notice the pain that jolted from Chiaro’s body and Chiaro’s body was to weak and hurt to create a sound for him to utter. He laid there helplessly watching his dark haired friend watch him from above.
Bending down, he gently placed Chiaro’s arm to be laid beside him. His fingers drew up and traced the blonde’s face. The tips of his index finger traced the outline of his reddish-pink lips and brought it up to trace over his own after. His lips ached to press against Chiaro’s. To feel the softness he’d felt only a couple of times before. Chiaro was back now and there were plenty of chances for him to do so. Especially this perfect chance when Chiaro was still in slumber.
From Chapter 1
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