I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 64

~Use of the F-slur and murder~
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Monday, August 13th, 1923
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He hadn't a clue what time it was, but with the room still pitch black, Anthony could have safely assumed that it was still the dead of night as he noticed that his and Alastor's positions had changed.
The blonde was now on his back with his lover curled into him this time, however, the wetness of tears upon the shirt that he wore could be felt; quiet sniffs and trembling breaths could be clearly heard.

Blinking his eyes open to meet the darkness of the room, Anthony turned his head slightly to kiss the top of Alastor's head, arms wrapping around him.
"It's alright, Alastor... I've got 'cha..."
He whispered.

Anthony didn't mean to fall asleep before his lover, just in case he needed more comfort, but he seemed to slip into it.

Alastor hadn't fallen asleep but was glad that Anthony had done so when he did. As predicted, sleep didn't come to the brunette at all, and with the tipsiness that came from the alcohol eventually wearing off, his mind could think again.
He hadn't meant to wake Anthony up with his silent crying- in fact, he hadn't even meant to cry at all. His thoughts of Rosie, the woman who had been a second mother to him his whole life, it just became a bit too overwhelming even for someone like Alastor.

When Anthony stirred and Alastor felt the kiss to his head, he spoke.
"I apologize for waking you."
He muttered into the shirt his lover wore.
"Please go back to sleep."

"Not a chance..."
The blonde whispered in reply, bringing a hand up to run through Alastor's hair.
"I ain't leavin' ya t' go through this alone."

Letting out a soft breath, Alastor gently nodded his head.
"...thank you."
Eyes closing, he continued to lean himself into Anthony's chest. He knew it was quite early in the morning, and he felt bad that Anthony had woken up because of him, but Anthony seemed alright about it.

Anthony nodded and smiled a little, glad that he could be here when Alastor needed him the most.
Softly humming the same tune of the lullaby he'd sung the night before, he continued to play with his lover's hair and hold him close.

Once he finished humming one round, he decided to sing it but this time with the English translation to the best of his ability.
"Lullaby, lullaby... who will I give this baby to? If I give him to the old hag, for a week she will keep him... if I give him to the bogeyman, for a whole year he'll keep him... lullaby, lullaby, I will keep this baby for me..."

It was certainly comforting to Alastor, and the lyrics, as strange as they were, the man still smiled at them regardless.
"That's a lovely song."
He smiled, a hint of sarcasm in his tired words as he pushed a hand under his face, wiping at his eyes slightly.

Anthony couldn't help but laugh a little, nodding.
"It's great, right? I think I like the Italian version better so I'll be stickin' t' that one."
He sighed, glad he was able to make his lover smile, having heard it in his voice.
"Unless ya want me t' keep it in English, I'll do that for ya."

Smiling a little more, Alastor finally lifted his head, and with his eyes still closed, he sought out Anthony's lips, letting his linger upon his lover's for a moment once they finally met.

It took a few tries for them to actually get their lips to properly meet due to the darkness of the room, which wasn't something Anthony was complaining about by any means. It just meant more kisses to him.

"I love hearing your first language."
Alastor whispered with a small chuckle, gently pulling back.

"I'm glad y' do, 'cause I love hearin' yours too."
The blonde smiled, finally prying his eyes open and keeping them open since waking up. He couldn't see much anyway, just a hint of Alastor's figure.
"I love you so much..."
He sighed.