Xiao & Aether angst

三十一

The faint tune of a lyre is carried by the wind. A sweet hum that only drifted when the moon was up high. Reminding those below of the midnight hour.

Xiao silently strummed Aether's hair. Letting the blond lay on his lap. The traveler's sweet smile slowly faded. In the dead of the night, Xiao lulled his love. Caressing the blond's pale skin in the light of the crescent moon. Slightly shadowed by the tree above.

"Traveler," Xiao began, pressing a chaste kiss to his hand. The two sit in silence as the Yaksha quietly pries his lips off the other's hand. Letting it rest on the ground.

"Xiao, listen-" Ae pauses, pinching the bridge of his nose. The two sit in silence once again, as Xiao continues to play with the blond's silky strands.

Slowly, he pulls his hand away, looking down at the blond who dare not meet his gaze.

"I commend you for your determination on your mission. I know you haven't conversed with me for a long time after the confession. You were the first to acknowledge me, since I'm not everyone's person." Xiao says softly, a bittersweet smile settling on his lips.

"You can't seem to let me go," Aether replies, lifting his head from Xiao's lap. "Just for the record, you're not mine either."

Then the adventurer leaves without another word. Xiao met his soulmate. Aether did not.

The faint tune of a lyre is carried by the wind. A sweet hum that only drifted when the moon was up high. Reminding those below of the midnight hour.