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They strolled together through the garden, hands brushing past each other but never holding. The rose bushes were especially beautiful today.
“Faust, do you happen to have anything planned for the evening?” Figaro asked.
“Not that I know of... why do you ask?”
“I was just thinking...” he stared off when he tilted his head up to stare at the sun and the sky. “It’s a lovely day today...” he muttered to himself.
“Figaro-sensei?”
His attention quickly snapped back to his proposal to Faust, as he clears his throat.
“I was thinking you might want to ride with me on my broom tonight? Just for fun. I think you’d really love to see the stars up close.”
A small blush spreads across Faust’s face upon hearing his request. “The— the stars? With you? I’ve rode on my own broom many times, you know... I can’t say I’ve ever paid close attention to the things in the sky, but I’ve been to it countless times.”
Figaro nods his head in disagreement. “You’re misunderstanding me... there’s nothing like taking flight towards the constellations with someone. Please make time for little old me tonight, I can promise you it’ll be fun. I’ll be at the balcony in the east wing after sundown.”
Faust can’t seem to comprehend what could be so special about it... it’s just a few stars and that wretched moon. What could be so important for Figaro to invite him?
There was only so much time in the day the two could spend staring at flowers, talking about the weather, all the simple things. Life was quite busy, especially for Faust. They left each other’s side’s only for a few hours— and met again, on the fated balcony.
When Faust first arrived, Figaro was nowhere to be seen. That typical old man... always late.
“Figaro-sensei? Are you there?” he called out.
He heard yelling from up above him, where Figaro was racing around as he waved back at Faust. “There you are! Give me a second...”
He floated down to the balcony and stepped off of his broom for only a moment, doing a gentleman’s bow for Faust. “Now then, would you care to accompany me on a short flight to the night sky? The wind is lovely today. I tested it myself.”
Faust laughed quietly at his antics.
He chose to go along with his act, pulling his tied back hair to rest over his right shoulder. “How could I resist? Lead the way, Figaro-sensei.”
Figaro quickly waved his hand to bring his broom down closer, sitting down on it sideways. His legs swung off the edge playfully.
Faust stared at the hand stretched out to him, silently asking to pull him in. His own hand reaches out, wanting to take Figaro’s, but hesitates.
“A-are you sure about this? I don’t know...” he says, concerned.
“I don’t bite, Faust.” Figaro joked, taking it a step further.
He didn’t want to scare Faust off, but he was a little impatient. He couldn’t wait to see his face when they finally got up there.
He moved carefully and took Faust’s hand with his own. “Don’t be shy.”
The words he utters to Faust seem to be full of confidence, but the sight of Faust’s face always makes him feel like an anvil is about to drop in his stomach. It’s just... otherworldly. Faust reluctantly takes a seat next to Figaro, his posture mirroring Figaro’s as well.
“Hold on tight now, we’re gonna go up fast!” Figaro quickly warned.
The broom carrying the two wizards shot up aiming straight for the moon, forcing Faust to wrap his arms around Figaro’s waist for support.
Figaro laughed happily as the wind blew aggressively at him, thrashing his hair around. Faust couldn’t resist joining in.
It came to a slower speed gradually, eventually bringing them to drift carelessly through the air together. “Alright, we’re here... do me a favor and look around you.” Figaro put his arm around Faust’s waist without thinking too much about it.
“F-Figaro-sensei... your arm?” Faust wanted to look, but was startled.
“Do you want me to move it?”
“...No. Keep it there, actually.” Faust originally stopped holding onto him once they started to casually float, but he quickly scooted closer to put one arm back around Figaro’s waist as well.
His sight finally searched the skies for the stars, and found them quickly— only ones that shone more gorgeous than ever before. They were so high up he could practically see their colors, even though they were light years away. His expression melted into awe, eyes widening at the beauty of the twinkling sky in front of him.
And luckily for Figaro, he had the best view possible of Faust’s face. The moonlight was shining on him just right.
“You like the view?” he asked.
Faust turned to smile at him innocently, mesmerized. “I love it, Figaro-sensei.”
“...I do too. I always like seeing it.”
“Do you come up here often?” Faust questions.
“I wasn’t talking about the sky, but yes.. I do come here often.”
Faust didn’t quite catch the meaning of that comment. Whether that was a blessing or a curse, Figaro would never know. But he was content with what they had now.
Spending time together was more than enough for him. He would spend his days with Faust forever, if he could.
He was never one to be too sure about his purpose, his direction in life, his goals, none of those things. However, when it came to Faust? There was never a need for those answers. This was a good enough life for him.
“How did you come to find this part of the sky, Figaro-sensei?”
Figaro chuckled under his breath. “The answer is quite silly, but... I used to talk to the moon, a lot. I always wanted to visit it, because it always listens to me. Sometimes we still talk.”
Faust cocks his head to the side in confusion. “‘We?’ How could the moon respond to you. Have you lost your mind?”
“You hurt me! The moon never answers me back but I can tell what it wants to say. It’s all in the constellations, the waves of the ocean, the time of day.”
“I can’t say I’ve ever paid much attention to what the moon has to say.”
“You also said you never paid much attention to the stars, Faust. The world has much to offer. Speak to it even if you won’t receive an answer back. It can be therapeutic... sometimes.”
Faust nods at him, keeping silent. They move slightly closer together as they drift on Figaro’s broom, being carried by magic and the wind.
As Figaro looks to his left, he can see Faust’s face growing tired. The day must have been long for him... he would normally be asleep by now. His concern grew within him quicker than he knew how to deal with. Something about Faust always made him feel so weak.
“Do you want to fly back? You seem tired. I can bring you here again if you want, another time.”
Faust shakes his head in disapproval.
“No, no... a little longer, if we may. I’m exhausted, but it feels like if I leave so soon, the moon and the stars will be angry with me.”
“Did they tell you that?”
“I think so...” Figaro smiles at him, reaching the hand on his waist up to play with his ponytail.
“We can stay here as long as you want, then.”
He said that mainly because he wanted to let Faust enjoy himself, after all it’s nice to feel young and free, but also because he just... needed a bit more time with him.
Some time together is always nice.