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C22: all of me

C22: all of me
Alt. Title: "cause all of me, loves all you," then you and I shall possess and adore each other until the end of time

Dead ruby jewels and watery golden ones.

"How are they?" The youth whispered in a gentle manner as if he was afraid that the man before him would break if he spoke any louder.

"Bewitching."

"Do you like them?"

"... yes."

"Would you like to look at them everyday?"

"... would you allow this one?"

"Anything you'd like, I would fulfill them."

"... this one does not wish for you to go."

"Then I shall stay until you grow tired of me."

"Ijekiel," at last, sorrowful relief flickered in those dead eyes, giving back the life that were stolen from them. "This one shall never grow tired of you."

A wistful smile curled on the youth's lips, as he cupped Idris' cheek. "Then that means we'll stay together until the end of time, just like what we talked about before."

"Ijekiel."

"What is it, Idris?"

"... I missed you so."

"So did I."

Ijekiel leaned in for a gentle kiss as Idris shed tears of comfort, contented to be back by Ijekiel's side.

.

.

A light knock on the door caught the half asleep Ijekiel's attention. Golden eyes glanced at the window, noticing the sunlight peeking over the horizon. Has it already been that long? After the kiss they shared last night, Idris had fallen back asleep, still lethargic after what he had gone through.

Ijekiel stayed by his side, holding the guardian close to him. Although he wanted to sleep with him, the sight he saw down in that cave frightened him to death. He was afraid that if he fell asleep, saving Idris might have been just a dream.

"Come in." The youth called out softly, taking extra measures so that he wouldn't awaken Idris. The door creaked open and Octavius head popped in. The knight glanced at the slumbering Idris before his attention turned towards the youth.

"Young Lord Alpheus, should I have someone deliver breakfast?"

"No need. Just make sure to bring lunch."

"I understand," said Octavius. "The princess also asked me to tell you that when Lord Idris wakes up and has eaten that Sir Lucas wants to talk to him."

Ijekiel hummed in response. With that, Octavius left.

Silence once again permeated in the room.

Idris moved around in his sleep, burying his face further in Ijekiel's shoulder. The youth, of course, embraced the magician close, resting his chin on the crown of his head. That familiar cold radiating off from Idris comforted Ijekiel's anxious heart.

After not having Idris close to him for so long, Ijekiel welcomed this chilly sensation. In his opinion, the cold breeze lazily dancing around the room was better than the dry, warm air. It reminded him of Idris.

"... Ijekiel," a low, hoarse voice grumbled near his hear, causing a pair of golden eyes to flicker towards the fatigued magician. "Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet," a smile graced his lips. "You should rest some more. Aren't you tired?"

"This one is," Idris moved around again until he was face to face with Ijekiel on the bed, his long strands of icy blue hair sprawled all over the mattress; some even got tangled with Ijekiel's buttons. "But this one wishes to look at you a bit longer."