Summary: A horse and skylark. Two worlds, two fates. Both, equally tragic. Cav1st/Ala, character death.
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Alaude was originally upset over the alliance with the Cavallone. Whilst he had heard the rumors about their might, the name left a bad taste in his mouth. It was… unsettling, to say the least.
It had upset him even more once he saw and met the Cavallone boss. They had met in passing on the street, but that occurrence was nothing that could have changed them. Alaude was upset because Enzo wasn't a bad man. It was hard not to like him, to be more accurate. And Alaude found that he really couldn't dislike the Cavallone Don. He'd even go as far as to say that they were acquaintances.
It was a very odd occurrence. Possibly the worst part was admitting the horrendous fact- he liked him. Alaude actually liked him. That made him want to hate the bronco even more, but he couldn't. Enzo was too likeable, too charming. They had spent many days, curled under a tree or beneath blankets, and Alaude found his attraction becoming more… uncontrollable.
That idea scared Alaude. Becoming attached to someone, again? No, that was a horrible idea. He hadn't gotten seriously attached to anyone besides Giotto in the last ten years. Knuckle, of course, was his closest ally, but… their history went far past ten years. Sometimes, the blond forgot how long it had been since they first met.
But, Enzo was also strong. There was no doubt about it. Enzo held strength behind hazel eyes, a strength only matched by the Vongola. His subordinates were faithful, and the Cavallone certainly were a very dangerous family to challenge.
… Perhaps that was why Giotto decided it would be a good idea to ally with them.
Alaude had fought the black haired Don several times. He was first witness to how formidable of an opponent the other Mafioso was. And that only increased the blond's interest in him.
But, as he stared downwards into the fading brown eyes of Cavallone Primo, his hands clenched almost in desperation.
A quick scan of the other proceeded. A barely breathing chest. Fading eyes, looking lost. Pale, ghastly skin. A gun wound in his stomach, several cuts. Yet, his face was unmarred. It was kept perfect, albeit the blood welling in his mouth, the matted black hair that seemed so imperfect now.
Alaude's eyes turned back on the brunet's, a frown set deeply on his face.
"Idiot bronco," he spoke with a shake in his voice. He wasn't even sure if it was his voice at this point. He wasn't sure if it was really him speaking. "How could you… I was supposed to…" he choked before he could speak the words.
"Hey, alouette," he whispered quietly. "Don't be upset. It'll all be fine, you hear? Don't worry."
Enzo spared a smile at the blond. Alaude swore that he didn't see any smile; his eyes had become so much more blurry. But, he held back the tears until Enzo's eyes faded and looked lost. With a shaky hand, the blond cloud guardian closed the other's eyes, his tears mixing in with the rain.
Cavallone Primo had fallen, and Alaude could have prevented it.