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He gave a soft sigh as he felt his back softly fall against the grass, the light green stems poking out from around his body. They tickled his skin as he shifted slightly against the ground, hand reaching out to wrap around another set of fingers besides him.
"Settled?" The calm voice sounded against the cool breeze rustling through the thin stalks, soothing him further into the night.
"Plenty." He chuckled, eyes falling away from the sky and onto the person besides himself, a soft smirk on their face. "This is quite nice."
Vincent gave a slight shrug, silver eyes warm as ever. "Yeah, I'm glad I was watching for a full moon."
"No kidding." Michael's gaze returned to the galactic landscape above, the silver sheen gently falling across the land below. Stars were scattered across the dark hue, specks of glittering white shining triumphantly. "The sky's beautiful tonight."
"Not as beautiful as you~"
He shook his head slightly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Come on, stop it."
"Never." Vincent turned to look at him, hand tracing the side of his face as he grinned. "Not when it's true."
Michael wrapped a hand around his arm, running circles over it with his thumb, a light blush falling across his cheeks. "I love you too."
They fell into a serene silence, Michael resting his head in the crook of his neck. Tonight really was nice. Just the two of them in the grass, enjoying each other's warmth while it lasted. Heh… a welcome moment of peace, as they gazed above.
Nothing could break this night he had with him, nothing at all. Nothing could interrupt the warmth he felt in his beating heart for this man besides him. Nothing could get rid of the genuine smile he held on his lips, tranquil and filled with love. Nothing could stop his eyes growing heavier with each passing moment, not caring that they were still outside, drifting further into sleep as he pressed closer to Vincent-
"DAD PUT THE KID DOWN-"
"You can't stop me!"
Ah.
The two sudden shouts shattered the silence, as far away as they were from them. Michael's eyes shot wide open as he recognized the voices in an instant, only to briefly shut again as he stifled a sigh. Now? It just had to be now?
He barely had to raise his head from the grass to see the scene below, at the bottom of the sloped hill. The three figures were barely outlined against the darkness, the silvery moonlight bathing them lightly.
God-fucking-damnit.
"Don't you dare throw them on the ground, William-"
"Well, they shouldn't have wandered outside!" The triumphant, maniacal voice rang through the open air, as the figure ran around in the grass, away from the other two close behind. Now that Michael squinted at the scene… he could also make out a fourth figure, small and bundled up, held aloft above the mechanical ears.
"Dad, I am getting the goddamn taser if you don't put them down gently!" The first voice snapped again, figure considerably smaller than the others, yet faster.
"Fuck you, Michael, you're grounded!" William showed no signs of complying, as usual, dodging around the tussocks of grass. How he managed to run so fast while stuck in such an old animatronic suit, Michael had no idea. He probably wasn't going to find out, anyways.
"I'm way over 18 at this point, old man!"
"I'm IMMORTAL, don't call me old-"
"So are we- don't you dare pick up that knife!" The third voice rang out, also from an animatronic suit. "This is why we can't have nice things, William-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP MILES!"
"Should we help?" Michael muttered, eyes still fixed on the scene below.
Vincent shook his head lightly, giving a chuckle. "No need, I don't think. They'll tire out. Hopefully."
"Dad, if you don't want to get shocked, then put the damn kid down-"
"Never!"
"William, just put the kid DOWN-"
"Are you sure?" Michael murmured.
"Best to not get in the way." Vincent gave an apologetic smile. "He'll give up eventually-"
Suddenly, his words were cut off by a guttural scream, one that would have made Michael shrivel up inside his skin if he hadn't heard it more than a couple of times at this point.
"You are the WORST son EVER!"
"Right back at you, DAD!"
William had finally stopped running, his figure collapsed in the grass, the kid safely out of his hands. The suit was sparking as he laid on the ground, Michael standing in front of him, the taser gripped tightly in his hand. Miles was backing away from his frozen figure, arms stiffly tucked around the small child.
"...Or that." Vincent muttered, propping himself up on his arms.
Michael's only response was a hefted sigh.