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Luchino couldn’t help but stare at his disfigured hand, the scales erupting and covering his graying forearm, with nails that were more akin to claws. The mycelium slowly infecting his body, his right arm demonstrating its terrible effects. He wonders how long he will last in this apocalypse, the will to live slowly diminishing. As Luchino stares off, he doesn’t notice a figure has stopped in front of him- too consumed with his own thoughts. Lithe fingers dance across the discolored flesh.
“You seem to be in a lovely mood today.” Frederick sarcastically remarks, bringing the glum man out of his thoughts. Luchino hums, not interested in Frederick’s quips today. He studies the way Frederick’s fingers glide over his skin, as if he were playing the piano, his marred flesh the delicate keys. His fingers suddenly stop as they reach Luchino's vile hand.
“And it looks like you're thinking far too much.” Frederick looked at him through his lashes.
“Perhaps…” Luchino replied airily. His focus is on whatever Frederick was doing rather than on whatever small talk he was trying to make at the moment.
Frederick holds his hand, bringing it closer to his lips. Gentle kisses are laid across the monstrous limb. The intimate action creates a symphony inside of Luchino’s heart, the music starts to swell and make its way inside his brain. It feels like his head might explode. Oblivious to the raging orchestra Frederick has unknowingly conducted within his companion. He turns over Luchino’s hand and delivers a final kiss at the center of his palm. Guiding Luchino’s hand closed, Frederick returns it back to its place.
A gift.
Frederick leaves without a word, leaving Luchino by himself, staring at his closed fist. The music raging within finally settles down. He snaps out of his stupor.