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Because it's such a beautiful night…
Because it's such a sad night I will smile and watch over them without tears
Because it's such a lonely night…
Because this is the last night I will not let them go
The balcony floor is cold beneath your bare feet as you step out into the chilly night. You stride over to the ornate railing, your nightgown billowing lightly in the wind. The moon casts a soft glow upon the lush mountains, and the stars twinkle brightly above. The town of Belmont has long gone to sleep, the bustling noises now replaced by the quiet rustle of trees and the occasional call of the nocturnal wildlife in the undergrowth. You close your eyes and breathe in the pure air, letting the wind blow by and unravel the weariness in your mind. An owl hoots faintly in the distance.
“My love,” a voice murmurs behind you. You feel the familiar cloth of his coat drape across your shoulders, followed by the sensation of his skin on yours. You lean into his embrace. “Winter is almost upon us. Please, stay warm.”
“I was only going to come out for a moment,” you breathe.
“Lest you forget, I’m a dhampir. I can hear everything,” he chortles, his chest rumbling lightly against your back. “You’ve been restless all night. Tell me, what plagues you?”
“I’m sorry, Adrian.”
“Please, you have nothing to apologize for. I simply want to help.” Adrian presses a soft kiss to your neck, and his hair tickles your skin with the action. A sigh slips past your lips as you tilt your head back.
“It’s just that,” you begin, “I’m worried about how we’ll make it through winter. I don’t know how I’ll be able to get provisions for an entire town.”
He hums, “Have you asked Greta?”
“I have, but I fear my knowledge of the land is far too inadequate.”
“You have me, do you not?”
You turn to face him, and his hands find their place around your waist. “You’re busy with other stuff. I don’t want to bother you. Besides, there are plenty of books.”
“Nonsense. If it’s for you, I’d do anything,” A warmth blooms in your heart at his words, accompanied by a giddy feeling.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
“Let us talk to Greta tomorrow, then. Shall we go back to bed?”
You shake your head. “Can we stay outside for just a moment longer?”
“As you wish.”
The night grows colder, but you barely feel it in his warm embrace. Adrian sways you gently in his arms. You admire his features, the slope of his nose, the arch of his brows, the curl of that one lock of hair you absolutely adore. The moonlight has bathed him in such an ethereal glow.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“You are far more beautiful than I,” he murmurs as he brings his fingers up to trace the edge of your jaw. “How could I compare?”
“What did I ever do to deserve you?” you laugh.
“Everything, my love.” Silence hangs in the air for a brief moment before he breathes, “May I kiss you?”
At your nod, he leans forward and captures your lips in his. Your hands find their way to the back of his head, where you thread your fingers into the softness of his hair. Only when you run out of breath do you part from him. Adrian kisses you gently again.
“I love you,” you say as your head falls against his chest. Your eyes flutter shut, and you listen to the rhythmic thumps of his heartbeat.
“I love you, too.” His voice vibrates your cheek. The steady rise and fall of his chest, combined with the anchor of his heartbeat, slowly lull you to sleep, and your breathing gradually evens out.
The corners of his lips curl up into a smile, and he swiftly lifts you into a princess carry, careful not to rouse you from your slumber. He nudges open the balcony door with his foot and shuts it behind him. He then carries you to his bed and lays you onto the plush mattress, pulls the covers onto your form, and slips in beside you. He holds you close, and you snuggle into him.
“I love you so much,” Adrian whispers before sleep, too, pulls him under.
Gekka No Yasoukyoku
Malice Mizer