Word of the Day: Mussitate - To silently move the lips in simulation of audible speech.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! (I forgot it in the last chapter, but lets just let this one last through the rest of the story just in case I forget again.
Yuuri's eyes glazed over, a far off look on his face.
Currently, Wolfram and Greta were playing in the leaves that had shed from the trees within Blood Pledge Castle's courtyard a few weeks ago. Greta's curly hair was stuck with leaves, and Wolfram's cheeks were flushed with the exertion of the play. Both of their faces were split into huge grins as they continued their childish antics.
Yuuri quietly observed them from the sidelines, preferring to watch over the silliness rather then take part in it. It was so out of character for Wolfram to completely let go and play around, so Yuuri was soaking in the sight as much as he could.
Both of their lips moved in a mock mussitation, their voices lost and their actions slowed down as Yuuri's mind wandered.
How many more memories like this would Yuuri have with Greta and Wolfram? Greta was getting older and older everyday…and Wolfram would outlive him by more then a few decades. The thought quickly caused his mind to rush back to the present and he bolted upright, running to the two in the leaves.
"Gretaaaa! Stay Daddy's little girl forever! Wolframmmmm! Don't forget about me, okay?"
The two unsuspecting victims turned quickly and caught the sight of Yuuri with that sparkly eyed look he got whenever he thought about Greta growing up, before the double black Maou tackled both of them to ground, nuzzling his cheeks into their faces and whining about daughters who aged too fast and husbands who didn't age fast enough.
Wolfram sighed and patted the king's frantically moving head (the Maou too caught up in nuzzling their faces to realize that his husband was trying to comfort him) and tried to ignore the hysterical giggles that Greta had adopted as her two daddies acted even sillier then usual.
What an odd family they had.