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Neuvillette asked Wriothesley what people meant by saying 'please dream of me tonight' ot 'hope you dream of me'. Wriothesley tilted his head first, and before he jumped to the conclusion, he asked back what he was wondering then.
'Monsieur, have you ever dreamed?'
'I have.' It was an easy answer, was born into human form, forced to have part of his consciousness aligned with other humans. But he had never understood what one wanted from being dreamed of.
He dreamed of people, fell colleagues, faces of criminals from the courts.
They said it would be called a nightmare. But he thought that it hadn't affected him too much. He had countless, if not thousands already, dreams like that. It was better to let it be washed away by the morning rays.
..Wriothesley, on the other hand, thought that so the dragon- a hybrid one, did dream. And it might not be so complicated to explain what the other still did not know.
'Monsieur, though people may already spend most of the time together, though they part just temporarily while closing their eyes to fall into slumber- To some, it's not enough, I guess. They want to be thought about both in waking moments and in the dream state, or always, maybe.'
'Yes, it is in the romantic sense.' He concluded.
There came a silence. Though there wasn't much showing on that face, Wriothesley had come to be able to tell when the Iudex wasn't feeling down. Like right now.
'Wriothesley, I do think of you in a romantic manner.'
...Wasn't that a freshly renewed confession?
It took him by surprise.. That he couldn't help but cough slightly. Then he only nodded because he sensed the Iudex might have more to say.
'...But since we became lover, all the nights with you, or those nights I think of you, it's all dreamless,'
'I dreamed of nothing, but then I can rest the best I ever could'
The sincerity in that voice and expression broke his usual smug interior once again.
And of why Neuvillette didn't feel downhearted by this, by seeming to mismatch with other people.. He could guess that was because he accepted the way that he, himself, loved.. The duke remembered the day the other made up his mind:
I want to love you at present, not after I learn how to love like humans completely. And I might not even want to achieve that, pardon me. I want to be seen as what I am.. I want to love you and give myself as me..
Be it not-so-humans' feelings- but actually, could be called an innocent thing too? The feelings are genuine and pure. Delicate and full of little movements, so much like an untainted body of water.
..To be dreamed of would be sweet, but would it beat be told like how those lips just told- the sweetest.
Wriothesley breathed slowly through his mouth.. 'That's better..' He murmured.
And he thought that this, like some other times of small interests, and evidence that he hadn't really excluded himself from society. He would be happy to deliver answers to all the questions. And if it will bring more of these unexpected.. nice surprises.
If Neuvillette could explicate more, he would say that with Wriothesley's presence, Wriothesley became the peace of his senses of all tiring days. That made his heart always feel calm.