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Cotton-like snow flutters down, delicately coloring the mountain ridge with its pure white color. And among a desolate village, a couple warmly huddled inside a run-down house on the winter night. "It'd also been snowing the day we met." The brunette murmured with a smile, causing the blonde to shiver at the sudden spoken words. Afuro then hid his reddened face from the hearth, within the shoulder-lengthed brunette's sleeve.
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As spring greeted them, the blonde expressed his joy as he sang of spring's arrival song with the birds chirping around, Hera who sat by the opened door couldn't help but to smile as the blonde's angelic voice soothed him. "Your voice is beautiful." The brunette praised, earning the long haired blonde to look back at him with some sort of grin out of joy. Simple praises are already too common among them, but it never fails to bring joy to him.
As he fully processed his previous words, a thought came up. "If I no longer had this beautiful voice, will you still, even then, love me?" He thought out loud, averting his eyes to a falling leaf, not noticing Hera's approach. "Of course." The brunette said with a gentle smile plastered in his face, caressing the cheeks of his lover. And with those 2 simple words, yet another grin was present at Afuro's face.
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On a leaf-lit summer afternoon, the two were doing their gardening routines. As Afuro turned back to see how things were going with the latter, shock filled his beautiful crimson orbs as he found his lover collapsing from a disease. As he brought him inside to lay down, he realized how their poor married life couldn't afford medicine to cure it. But seeing the brunette lying down in pain as he slowly became paler surely determined him to weave; the next day along with the following. "I wouldn't let your life fall like the short-lived autumn leaves." He determinedly mutter, tears forming in his eyes.
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As the seasons flow by, the bell crickets mark the end of summer with their cries. Inside their run-down house the blonde brought his lover a drink. "Your fingers are beautiful." Hera said, his grey orbs gazing at those badly-wounded fingers as he gently gripped them, making contact with his really cold ones. "If someday I no longer had these beautiful fingers, would you still, even then, love me?" Afuro asked in the verge of tears.
"Of course." The brunette said, coughing as his hand stroked the blonde's pained fingers. With every day and night, the blonde weaved non-stop. Inside, his mind endlessly chanted; 'hurry, hurry, I need to buy the medicine.' 'Just a bit more, only a bit more; before the autumn leaves fall.' 'Until these fingers can't move… Until these feathers are used up…'
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"If someday, I were no longer a human, would you still love me?" He asked, tears pouring down his cheeks, slightly blocking his view. It was finally it, the truth he was incapable of telling, the truth he feared. He softly plucks the final feather, alone. "Of course." Hera said as he smiled, embracing the shattered Afuro. Just like what they promised, Hera would embrace him when he lost his wings. And he surely never forgot the angel that had gracefully taken flight that day, even now. And as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, just like always, he loves the blonde.
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This was inspired by Kagamine Rin and Len's song, Shikiori no Hane, but I modified and changed some bits of it. I was supposed to write this for HerAfu day but I can't contain my love for these two x3 It came out weirder than I expected but I suppose I'll edit it when I'm not lazy enough =v=
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