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people often say that love is immortal. having lived an extra ten years, neuvillette could not understand what they mean and what kind of love they are talking about.
spiritually, he is deeply attached to wriosthesley. yudex has the warmest and most quivering feelings for him, which he loves to disassemble piece by piece into small components and over and over again look for something new in himself that the duke could discover. thoughts of a lover take the heart far, beyond the horizon, to a comfortable and happy place, where all the souls in love usually live, and the brain signals that they urgently, immediately need to look his man in the eye, see his smile, hear an offer to drink a cup of Earl gray or Karkade. and even better - chamomile, because yudex "now can not be nervous under any circumstances."
but now all these thoughts visit the dragon when wriosthesley is alive. unfortunately, he is the human. and someday he will die. for real. will not leave for work or on business, will not fall asleep in his office, forgetting to warn even sigewinne, will not go to the reception with travelers. their love, though not romantic, is truly immortal. or at least durable - both siblings are gods. the happiness that poured from their eyes when they met was endless. the love with which they met each other after a long separation was endless. and it will last a lot more. but what about their love?
wriosthesley floats out of the gurgling water from which the steam emanates, right in front of the yudex.
- do you think it will boil?
neuvillette sat on a wooden ladder descending straight into a hot spring.
the news that yudex of fontaine is now expecting a baby was known in closed circles - consider that only lady furina and a couple of melusins knew that the supreme judge was carrying a child (to be more precise, the egg from which a cross between a man and a dragon would later appear). who knew that the friendship of the former hydro archon with the current dendro archon would help them get a vacation at hot springs in inazuma. it was really good here: a closed area, completely decorated with stones, small gravel, bamboo and lotuses, where several pools with water of various temperatures existed peacefully. all this was the courtyard of the most beautiful country residence of the kamisato clan, which were only happy, together with the yae guji, to provide the yudex and his husband with comfortable conditions for a sudden vacation. formal love is not eternal, but sometimes pleasant. neuvillette knew in any case that he would have to pay.
light rain falls when the wriosthesley hugs the hydro dragon by the belt, settling between slightly spread legs, and presses his bristly cheek to a warm stomach. yudex smiles sadly and puts his hand on the wet hair of the duke, who managed to turn gray in some places.
- mamour, - the manager of the fortress meropid almost purrs under stroking, covering his eyes, - my dear, let's go. the water is warm, it will not harm the child and is very beneficial for your health. you can stay warm here.
wriosthesley kisses a very slightly convex belly gently, weightlessly and quickly touching those areas of the skin that he reaches until he finally hears the quiet laughter of the dragon. he already combs the hair of the duke with two hands in (not very diligent) attempts to remove him from himself, but everything is in vain - the gray-haired one already goes to the soft hips, without any hint looking into the amethyst eyes above. neuvillette knows that now these kisses are sincerely chaste, but still feels that pale skin turns pink under the touches of his favorite hands and lips.
- ah, wrio, - the dragon tilts his head to his side, and wriosthesley switches to white yudexs hair, which has flowed down a beautiful waterfall along his rounded shoulder and thin hand: he kisses the silk tips, reverently inhaling his native smell.
- your eyes look so sad, my light. something worries you.
neuvillettes eyebrows break treacherously somewhere in the bridge of the nose, and he lifts his shoulders slightly. the drops that brightened their faces became slightly larger. wriosthesley laid his head calmly on one thigh of the yudex while stroking the second one.
of course, he is aware that the pregnant creature will be anxious about a variety of things. even he, only the future father, is haunted by thoughts of them, of him, every night, when he firmly presses neuvi to his chest. he knows he has to protect. it is his natural instinct, one might say, to protect the weak. but what next? how to love a small creature? how is it worth nursing the most right thing? how to grow them good? and most importantly - how will neuvi feel? his precious neuvillette. his light, his eternal love.
neuvillette refused a child for so long. to tell the truth, it was a shock to wriosthesley for their first time to find that the supreme judge did not correspond to usual male genitals. this is if we talk about the low. only later, when the duke realized and established his strongest feelings for Monsieur the Chief Justice, thoughts began to flicker in his head that they could have common children. the real ones. lively, with tiny handles, legs, fingers and big eyes on the floor of the face. so bright and curious, dreaming of someday conquering the whole teivat. the real living embodiment of their love, to which they rised from the first thought was ready to give all the same love as neuvillette.
and yet, yudex was against it for a long time. the duke was in no hurry. he knew - in addition to his dream, the fountain was personally then in great danger in the person of a prediction about the pristine sea, which the supreme judge was engaged in along with other work. after a traveler saved the hydro region, things got better. Monsieur neuvillette became more often, albeit still with a strong restriction, take vacations, spend more time with his spouse. thinking more often about their future.
neuvillette pursed his lips and lowered his head.
- I'm so scared, wrio.
the smile still did not leave the dragon's face, as did the softness of the voice, but the rain began to pour even more.
- I don't want to lose you so much.
- I'm not going anywhere, ma vie. i will be with you for a very, very long time.
- people say love is immortal. why can't you stay with me until the very end?
Monsieur the Chief Justice is cold and judicious. his incorruptibility sometimes scares, but also delights with the same force. the hydro dragon is curious, in his intentions to study feelings, emotions and people in their pure hypostasis, ready to listen to an endless variety of human stories. neuvillette is sensitive and vulnerable in himself. his heart consists of crystal bound with romarine nectar, and every touch of it echoes throughout neuvillette at once, forcing him to ask the same question: "why?"
- I'll be with you for a very, very long time, - repeats the duke, rising a couple of steps, - and our love will be with you until the very end. and even from the abyss I will keep a close eye on keeping you happy.
the duke gently hugs the yudex, kisses his forehead, nose cheeks, strokes his hair carefully, does not touch long horns. neuvillette stretches his hands on wriosthesleys back, draws his long fingers around all the scars on it from memory, and closes his eyes. he do it and sees a wide field. the sun shines brightly over it, butterflies fly and birds chirp. in the thickest green grass stands wriosthesley, and in his arms is a girl who waves her hand. she has his dragon eyes and a wide wriosthesleys smile with shared teeth.
although neuvillette releases his claws quite a bit, the rain stops.