a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

250: Never again

Varick had witnessed numerous confusing and mind-blowing situations. Events that made him shocked and speechless. However, as he witnessed his master, The Golden Lord of the Towers embracing this particular white-haired young man, he felt as though nothing was more shocking than this. His men have gone silent and weren't the least shocked about the event.

How? How was he alive? Varick would want to drag the young man back and interrogate him if he was an imposter who dared to bewitch his master. However, he didn't. His lord was not a fool to fall for such cheap tricks.

Then it must be true... he is alive...

He... he is alive... The third young master is alive.

Meanwhile, after a few minutes, Moulin pulled away slowly. His eyes glazed with longing. The silver in his eyes was bright, filled with warmth and light for the person before him. Golden eyes absorbed every tiny detail on the aphrodite's face. Like unbreakable steel bonds, arms tightened around the youth's waist, pulling Moulin's so close to him, their chests touched.

Those rich lips hovered over Moulin's and whispered, "I finally found you..."

Moulin pressed his lips together. The ache emerged in his chest. "I'm sorry for taking so long."

"Ao!"

Moulin stopped. He knew this tiny sound anywhere. His fingers tightened around Hadrian's arms as he looked behind Hadrian. His eyes widened when he witnessed a particular snow-white furry creature scurrying towards him, endlessly yipping.

Heart pounding, Moulin instantly lowered himself to as the little beast jumped into his arms. The sweet whimpers it released pierced Moulin's heart. "Snow.. ", he whispered. "Snow..."

"Ao! Ao! Wuwuwu..." Snow tilted his snout upwards and licked his master's chin with his little pink tongue. His tail wagged, and Snow wanted nothing more than to stay in his master's arms forever. It was so dull without his master. He wouldn't last another day without Moulin.

"I missed you..." Moulin smiled with moistening eyes. He had never been separated from Snow for a long time. Moulin wondered what the little guy was doing during those eight years.

"Moulin..." Hadrian called with a deep voice as he helped the man up.

"Mn..."

Somehow, Drowsiness began to flood inside him. His strength was rapidly draining, and his skin paled.

"Ao?"

Moulin felt his knees grow weak and strong hands held him before he fell to the ground. Slowly, his eyelids drooped, and his vision was blurring. He no longer had the strength to speak.

Before he lost himself to the darkness, a faint voice whispered beside his ear.

"Let's go home."

................

Waking up, the canopy bed's ceiling met his gaze. His limbs trembled with weariness. It felt as though his whole body had cramps. The softness of the bed made him sigh. Indeed, he had never felt anything this soft ever since his revival. However, it was too soft for his back. It made his body ache.

As he slowly rose from the bed, Moulin absorbed his surroundings. It was a vast room furnished impressively, and it felt warm and regal. It was the tall windows that caught his eye. Windows, so tall, so wide, that Moulin thought it was suited for a ballroom. A simple white curtain covered them, exuding a calm look.

His lips parted. A crease appearing between his brows. "Hadrian?"

After the word was uttered, the doors at the right wall opened smoothly. Heavy footsteps entered, and the familiarity from them alone made Moulin sigh.