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Xander dreams of the past more often now since joining Kamui's side in the fight against Anankos.
He dreams about the days he spent sparring against his father out in the courtyards, his mother watching over them. He dreams about excitedly discussing his studies over dinner before his father promptly scolds him for not eating his mushrooms. Xanders dreams about the days he was allowed to sit with him in his study, falling asleep on his chest while he read to him and he remembers being so small, young and carefree and those are the times he wakes up with tears warm on his cheeks and fresh in his eyes.
Kamui catches his vacant state of mind the moment one time during breakfast. He slides into the seat beside him, putting down mugs of coffee for the both of them at the table and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Brother, would you like to spar today?"
He looks at Kamui and sees everything he's been fighting for so far. His family, his homeland, his honor all reflecting in Kamui's brilliant red eyes.
He lets himself smile, missing the hand that's dropped from his shoulder and reaching out to him instead. He curls a hand around the back of his head to bring him close, not missing the surprised squeak from Kamui before he presses a warm kiss to the crown of his head. It was something he hadn't done since Kamui was much smaller and climbing all over him like some conquerable mountain.
"I would like that, but perhaps after our war meeting this afternoon. I can't allow you to make me into an excuse." He says as he starts to stand, taking the mug of coffee Kamui had brought for him.
Kamui makes an indignant sound, putting a hand to where Xander had kissed him and flushing pink.
"I-I wasn't!"
Xander laughs and it's like all the tension that came with his dreams have dissolved from his body. He reaches out to ruffle his hair affectionately.
"I will see you later, little prince."