"My Xion." Darius lowered his head and inhaled deeply, dragging his nose along the length of Xion’s slender neck before pressing a soft kiss just beneath his ear.
One of his favorite spots.
The light touch tickled Xion, and he couldn’t help but laugh.
A melody was as airy and delicate as a bird’s wingbeat, as if just being in Darius’s arms was enough to make all his doubts evaporate.
"I... I like it when you hug me," Xion blurted out, and immediately regretted it.
Why was he being so awfully talkative tonight?
Darius pulled back just enough to gaze at him. The sight of his baby dressed up like a prince had his heart beating out of rhythm.
A smile bloomed on Darius’ handsome face as he cupped Xion’s flushed cheeks.
His heart swelled further when his lover leaned into the touch.
"I know, darling."
The endearment, the honeyed words dripping so easily from his mouth, only deepened the color in Xion’s cheeks.
The silly kitten felt like a teenager in love for the first time.
They’d already done everything they should — and some things they probably shouldn’t — and yet here he was, blushing over simple names.
How silly he must have looked in Darius’ eyes.
Eager to change the subject, Xion cleared his throat. "Where are we going? I don’t want to go too far."
The memory of their last dinner outside, and how it had ended with him blacking out, still lingered.
"Not far," Darius reassured him, amused by his dodging eyes. "Just the pavilion you like."
The castle grounds had many pavilions. Most were covered under blankets of snow this time of year, but the one Darius had built for Xion was different.
A protective barrier kept out the worst of the cold, and mana crystals placed inside were enough to keep the air pleasantly warm.
Snowflakes would sometimes drift through, only to melt harmlessly, leaving just enough of winter’s charm to feel magical.
It was so cozy that Xion would even doze off in the chair, only to wake up later tucked into his own bed.
"Let’s go," the excited kitten eagerly dragged the smiling elf toward the garden.
But the moment he stepped into the pavilion, he froze.
The place was transformed. Golden motes of light hovered in the air like enchanted stardust, shimmering faintly with each breath of wind.
The way they reflected in those wide blue eyes, like thousands of stars in the clear sky, was a sight to behold. Darius was so glad he did it.
"Noxian said you liked to watch the stars in Faymere," Darius said. He didn’t want Xion to miss anything.
"The skies here are usually too cloudy... so I thought we could settle for this."
In truth, Xion didn’t like the stars so much as he had clung to them.
Especially on nights when the void inside threatened to swallow him whole.
Those were the times when he would sit and stare upward, waiting for the stars to slowly dim away and the sun to shine at the horizon.
But now...
He turned to meet the expectant gaze and grinned.
"Yeah," he squeezed the hand holding his own. "I like this much better."
Because no star could ever compare to the brightness in those pale green eyes.
"Come on, the food will get cold."
Darius pulled out a chair for him, then sat right beside him. He refused to take the opposite side.
Childish, Xion mused.
His gaze flicked from the lavish food before him to the man at his side.
"Is today... something special?"
When Darius hesitated, the naughty healer leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Tell me, husband."
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