Mary On A Cross

:: Chapter Three ::

That night, Terzo couldn't take the ghoul out of his mind. He wanted to blame the wine once again, but he could not lie to himself forever. Millions of pictures with him on them played non-stop in his mind. Whatever wall he looked at, whatever object he tried to focus on, the only thing he could see were the ghoul's eyes glowing bright in the light of the early morning sun. The way he walked had something that reminded the young Emeritus of a young deer. The way his voice was so soft when he spoke made him want to listen to him and only him talking for the rest of his life. He couldn't understand himself. He couldn't understand the fact that this man he hadn't talked to for long was the only thing in his mind, day and night. He couldn't explain how this man who hadn't even noticed until a few months ago was making him lose his sleep. The pope had a feeling in his heart that he couldn't possibly explain with words. What that ghoul made him feel in such a small period of time was totally impossible to explain. It wasn't even normal to be feeling this way.

He sat up from his laying possibly and looked out of his window. The pale moonlight was covering the lands as a soft mist spread around the ministry gardens. Yet, he could still make out the burning light of the stars in the endless sky. He wasn't really in the mood for walks at that moment, but something in the way the moon light up the path between the flowers of the garden called out for him to go. He let his lips rest in a small smile as he drifted into his thoughts once again, the melody that one of his songs had softly started playing in his mind. He let out a breath as he stood up and walked to the corner of his room, picking up his guitar and putting on his coat. The night might be beautiful, but it was still almost winter, and the cold was already there. He took the perfectly shaped instrument in his hands and held it gently as he opened his rooms door, trying to make no sounds that would possibly cause the whole ministry to wake up and take notice of him sneaking out.

He put his hands on his pockets as his hot breath left a small white smoke behind it while he walked through the frozen hallways of the ministry. Their size and material made them almost impossible to stay warm during the winter months. He was soon close to the door that led outside to the gardens of the ministry. He pushed the door gently, trying to be quiet for once again as he walked in the tip of his toes and out to the gardens. He walked down the small stone path that was visible only thanks to the pale light of the moon and the stars in the sky. He looked around him. The silence gave him a warm feeling, although the wind blowing was cold. He couldn't feel anything but peace at the moment. He was taken aback by the beauty of the night. He had always loved it. Every year of his life, that obsession with those hours of the day was getting bigger.

He walked to the tree in the middle of the garden. The one that he had seen his brother, Primo, together with Y/n the day before. He set his guitar down slowly and took a seat on the grass. He ran his hand over the short plants that gave each one of his skin parts feel their soft touch. He took a deep breath as he looked up at the sky. His snowy white ray met the similarly colored moon that shone over him. He turned around to grab his guitar and positioned himself better so he could play more freely and comfortably. His slender fingers touched the strings, making them let out soft notes by the contact. He closed his eyes as he let his feelings take over his body, and his hands started moving as if they were moving on their own, playing the first notes of 'He Is'.

"We're standing here by the abyss...

And the world is in flames

Two star-crossed lovers reaching out...

To the beast with many names"

He sang to the rhythm of the melody the instrument on his hands let out as he got lost in the moment. All worries had left his body. All trouble of being Papa have now faded away, and only the music was here for him. The music and that warm feeling in his heart made Terzo feel so calm every time he got it. That feeling he would get each time he was happy. Each time, he would feel excited. Each time that the ghoul he loved would be around him. That feeling that most would call, love.