a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

252: I am done waiting

Moulin didn't dare breathe of the stupid reason that everything might dissipate before his eyes.

He sees the two men. Both grown to be the fine man they are now. Gone was the youthfulness and the plump energy in their features. Like him, they stood unmoving. Staring at him with equal intensity. Emotions went chaotic, and their heart drumming loudly as though they would burst out of their chest.

From the hair and eyes alone, Moulin knew who they were. Those cold steel gray, sharp like a dagger's edge.

"Brothers..." A whisper finally escaped his mouth. It was too soft to be heard.

Maxille finally exhales. Although, he didn't hear it. He knew what Moulin was saying. And before he realized it, he and Emlen were running. Maxille's chest rises and lowers rapidly. The long silver cape that draped behind his back fluttered. And the golden chains on his chest twinkled.

Watching his brothers approaching him hastily. Moulin's eyes watered. An ache pierced his heart as he too ran towards them-his heartbeat quicken in every passing second.

The distance between them decreased significantly. And in the next second, Moulin felt warmth reach for his arms. He was then enveloped gently by the two people.

Maxille and Emlen held him together. Their knees fell to the floor, and they embraced together tightly. Surrounded by their warmth, Moulin held back a sob and pressed his face in Maxille's chest. His tears dampened the man's clothes, but he didn't stop. His fingers clenched on Emlen's arm tightly as his shoulders trembled.

He's alive... he's really alive...

Emlen's breath stuttered as he exhaled. It's a miracle. His brother had come back. Moulin returned to them.

With a faint shake of his head, Emlen buried his head on Moulin's shoulder. Turbulent emotions swirled inside his heart. There was happiness. Pure burning happiness. A cold relief seeped into his soul, and his eyes moistened. Throat constricted. He couldn't believe it. Their little brother is here in their arms, breathing-heart beating. The faint tremble of his shoulders vibrated to their arms. The feeling overwhelmed them with his presence.

"Moulin..." Maxille hoarsely whispered. He exhaled and slowly pulled away. Emlen did the same and stared at his little brother with deep emotional eyes.

When a tear streamed down the youth's pale cheek, Maxille wiped them away with his thumb. Both brothers took in the changes on Moulin's face. The brightness of his silver eyes, the handsome sharpness of his features. A fine nose and his round lotus eyes seemed to glisten in addition to the sweet layer of moisture. Some of the youthfulness had melted away, and a rich pleasant maturity enveloped his whole being. He had grown taller. His hair had grown too long that the braid coiled around him. His skin was a bit pale. However, there was a healthy rosiness on his fingertips and his ears.

"I'm back..." Moulin whispered as he sighs while shedding tears.

Emlen brought him into his embrace and hugged him tightly. "You're home..."

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

Within his room, Moulin nervously held the glass of water in his hand. He was seated on the couch with Emlen by his side and Maxille sitting on the opposite couch.

"Are you alright?" Emlen asked beside him.

"Mn..."

Emlen smiled. "Father will become worried if you act like this in front of him."

Silver eyes instantly widened. Moulin's heart thundered at the mention of his father. "Father? H-How is he?"

Emlen chuckled and patted Moulin's head dotingly. Oh, how he missed the feel of his little brother's soft hair. "He's alright... He'll be fine once he meets you..."