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The music box plays softly and sweetly, filling the moonlit night with its sweet tunes.
It is full of carvings that seem to be handmade. The sides are full of flower carvings that resemble gerberas and lilies of the valley, intricately painted by someone of high expertise. The lid has more carvings, this time resembling curls and spirals, and at the center is a huge heart, with the initials P + K inside it. He opens the box and a miniature wooden figurine greets him--again, painted and carved intricately, and depicting two men locked in an eternal dance, with colors and petals all around them.
And when you crank it, heavenly tunes fill the room, made by a local composer close to their hearts.
. . .
There’s no one else but them.
Lucianne is asleep, holding her bunnies close to her heart. Kieru is asleep beside her, holding her close, protecting her from everything. Even though they are not blood-related, Kieru swears to protect her with his life.
And so he does.
. . .Which leaves the two men in the living room to freely lose themselves in the music.
Kugutsu’s head is on Peten’s shoulder, sighs leaving his mouth now and then as he sways to the music. His eyes are closed yet he sees sunshine and rainbows, his hands holding Peten’s as he watches Kieru tossing little Lucianne into the air. He sighs once more, and smiles, tightening his hold on Peten’s waist.
Peten’s face is buried in Kugutsu’s hair. He inhales his scent now and then, and his nose fills up with sunshine and rainbows, with sweat and wood, with love and hard work. He hugs Kugutsu tightly, pressing his body to his own, as close as he can. He wishes to not have any distance between them. They’ve been apart long enough, and they wish to be together longer than that.
The music plays on, and they dance on; the stars shine on, and life goes on. Sleep is furthest from their mind at the moment--all they care about right now is each other, with their warmth enveloping the room.
They wish they can stay like this, forever.
. . .
There are two pieces of paper right beside the music box. They are filled with love, cavity-inducing sweetness, and other cheesy stuff you could think of.
It’s their anniversary today.