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Sunday looked at the lifeless bodies before him, winced at the golden blood that pooled down. The Chrysos Heirs were gone. His dearest Anaxagoras was gone. Amphoreus did not see the dawn.
Everything went black.
“CREDITS TO...”
As the credits rolled in, Sunday got up to congratulate the group. They all did well, even with the mishaps they had. Seeing most of the others already busy in conversation, he headed towards some of his friends that he was more familiar with (including Cyrene) — living with them and all.
“You all did well. I’m excited to see how your story progresses especially, March.”
“Aw, thanks! Honestly, I don’t really know what’s going on either…”
“I believe only Cyrene does.”
“Hehe~ I can assure you that this will be a romantic story like none before.” She said, words sweet yet Sunday felt slightly doubtful of them, before casting a curious gaze. “You think so too, right?”
“Well, the story is undoubtedly intriguing. The inspiration and setting makes it all the more compelling.” Dan Heng commented.
“Yeah, but there’s like…”
“But?”
“I’m not sure how to say it.” Stelle awkwardly replied.
“Did it feel… boring? Apologies, I’m not sure how to word that better…” he quickly added, relieved once the pink-haired director nodded in assurance. “I believe it’s due to its slow-paced structure.”
“That makes sense!”
“I agree with Sunday, it appears that’s the cause.”
“Well, it’s only just the beginning~” she winked. “I have a lot of ideas, so I’m sure you’ll be plenty interested.”
“Are you sure that you can’t tell us anything?” Stelle whined.
“Hmm… I could make you a co-author, seeing your talent in making stories more interesting. But, for now… I want to keep it a surprise, kay?”
“We’re dying of curiosity!” The girl complained, but Sunday couldn’t help but agree. “This is bullying.” Stelle huffed, causing March to laugh until she suddenly realised something.
“Hey, why does she get to be co-author?!” She pointed towards the (not actually) moping Stelle.
“She just explained it…” Dan Heng replied.
“But, like, I can make stories too! I’m totally amazing at writing!”
“I’m sure you are, March~” Cyrene assured her. “But I don’t think you’ll want to hear the rest…”
“Huh?” She confusedly.
“I’m lowkey scared now…”
“That’s definitely reassuring…"
As the second, but also probably more pessimistic (albeit oblivious-enough-to-not-realise-the-other-possibility) voice of reason in the group, Sunday spoke up to propose an explanation.
“I believe what she means to say it that she doesn't wish to spoil it.”
“Oh, that makes sense!”
“Well, if you want to see it that way…”“Huh?” The two dense voices spoke together, Dan Heng behind them both — arms crossed as he sighed — while Stelle held a smug expression (unknowing that she, too, would be a victim regardless).
After congratulating the rest with a text in their group chat (they all left due to how late it already was), Sunday put his phone in his pocket. As he looked around for the exit doors, the halovian saw a familiar figure. Walking up to him with renewed vigor, he accidentally startled the man with a tap on his shoulder, quickly murmuring an apology before realising something.
“I thought you weren’t one to act?” Sunday teased. Anaxa only sighed, not even trying to stop the small smile that formed at seeing his lover.
“I’m not, but something… I’m unsure how I should put it.”
“Something called to you?”
“… You could put it like that, though I don’t believe it was something that lured me in.”
"Then perhaps it was the idea of collaborating and being with friends?”
“… I cannot believe you just said that in front of me, to me.” The other laughed, an airy sound.
“Well you should, then.” He pecked Anaxa on the temple as he walked past, turning his head to the scholar. “Shall we head on home, Anaxagoras?”
“Haven’t I told you before? There’s no need to refer to me by that. Anaxa is fine.”
“Sorry, I’m just far too used to calling you by your full name. I’ll try not to make you repeat it.”
"No, it’s fine. I don’t mind reminding you, neither do you have to make such an effort.”
"Then what if I prefer calling you Anaxa?”
"Then that’s your preference."
“… of course, that’s without mentioning the faces of utter joy you make.” The man stared at Sunday, slightly surprised at how he managed to see how happy he’d been when he was addressed by that name he once hated so. It was a reminder that they were together, even after a plethora of hardships. A reminder that he could call Sunday his.
“I suppose it’s true that I find myself liking when you call me that.” Anaxa muttered, averting his gaze. He didn’t acknowledge how his heart beat faster, revived by that angelic sign of life that walked and breathed in what was once a dull world to Anaxagoras.
Sunday pulled out his phone, checking the time once more after having done so whilst sending the aforementioned text.
“We should head back home now… it’s getting late.”
"Home?” He asked, having just registered the words and their potential meaning after the first time Sunday had suggested it.
“With you.” The scholar flushed slightly.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I enjoy your presence. It always feels like a warmth when my view seems deprived of it. I love you, and I’d do anything to prove it.” Flustered, the other meakly responded, completely caught off guard from his lover’s words.
“… You don’t need to prove it.” Seeing the pink hue of his lover’s face, Sunday couldn’t help but feel even more enamoured.
“Have I said that I love you, yet?”
“You’ve said it plenty of times…”
“Can you say it then?” He teased, not expecting an actual reply. With a sigh, Anaxa put his lips to the halovian’s forehead — momentarily admiring his fluster as Sunday unknowingly covered it with his wings — before speaking once more.
“I love you, too.”