Characters: Sagittarius Aiolos, Leo Aiolia, Scorpio Milo, Aquarius Camus, Gemini Saga
Rating: green
025 Strangers.
Too much small the bed, to give hospitality to three little people.
"Me too! Me too!"
It's not worthy of a Saint of the Goddess, this yield.
But it's impossible. One cannot simply be that unmoved in front of those big beseeching blue eyes, sprightly despite the clear weariness hanging upon them.
The short arms stretching out. To him.
"That's it, ok."
He gives up, the holy warrior of the Goddess Athena.
Endearment.
Rise me up!
Sagittarius Aiolos, just entitled as the guardian of the infant Athena; he's now just babysitting three of his fellow gold saints.
In his bed, curled up Aquarius Camus is sleeping blissfully already.
Another little warrior, long golden hair ruffled into soft curls, has claimed his place. Right in the arms of the ninth Shrine's protector; Scorpio Milo has made himself very comfortable.
And already in his arms Aiolos is nursing his little brother. The same blood and the same Cosmos.
It's not worthy of a saint of the Goddess to be this naughty,
But once one takes off their cloth, they are back to be just children.
Such a light weight upon Aiolos' big strong shoulders.
Leo Aiolia, with his fingers kneading among Aiolos' curly hair.
"You really can't fall asleep without doing it, can you?"
Tenderness.
Turns and turns again, a single curly lock in his chubby finger, little Aiolia.
"Can I put both of you down, now?"
"I'm not sleepy" mews the little cub. Half closed eyes struggling against their too stubborn owner who doesn't want to give in. Fingers among Aiolos' hair.
Milo begins to snore.
Slowly, Aiolos lays him down beside his brotherly friend, Aquarius Camus.
The little Scorpio, in the sleep he has just sunk, pulls the French close to him and Camus at once presses his lips in a strict line.
A nervous motion that betrays a kind of awkwardness Aiolos has already noted in the little Aquarius, every time Milo clings to him when he wants to show his compulsive affection.
Trembling eyelids, Aquarius Camus.
"Come on, time to go to bed."
"No, not… I… I'm not… sleepy."
"Yeah, I can see that."
Leo Aiolia doesn't want to have anything with that, crouched in Aiolos' arms. One of his fingers is ringed with amber-colored curls; it turns and turns around them.
He doesn't even realize when Aiolos gently lays him down, beside Milo who still clings firmly on Camus' arm. His face relaxes more and more, serener now Aquarius Camus, chick to chick with his best friend, Scorpio Milo.
"It looks like that's too much small a bed for three."
"You scared me!"
On the threshold of the open door, like a ghost who has come from nowhere.
"What are you doing there? Come on, get in."
Shuffles his feet, Gemini Saga.
Trudging each step like he has a dead weight tied at his ankles.
Glancing over his friend, he watches his fellows gold saints, happily asleep. Simple children now. Like nothing has happened. Because they do not know.
"Is your bed always this crowded?"
Smiles kindly at him, Sagittarius Aiolos.
Because he does not know, as well.
"I found Camus already asleep, Milo and Aiolia challenged themselves to who was to stay awake longer. I was supposed to be their referee. But they both caved in together."
I've just put my own brother to death. Do you know it, Aiolos?
By now, Kanon would be…
My only brother.
I've repudiated him
A stranger.
He to me.
I to him.
A traitor.
A murderer.
I to him.
And you, instead, have so many brothers you take care of, with equal affection.
"Why don't you join us?"
"Brother?"
Sitting upright in middle of the bed, a half-closed eye and the other barely open. A vague, dulled look in his eyes groping for him. He's sure he will find him by his side, always. Leo Aiolia doesn't want to give in to sleep, even if that childish bet is already won.
Rise me up! In your arms!
It's not worthy of a saint of the Goddess to be this naughty.
But those short arms stretched towards him are asking for this.
Tenderness.
It's not worthy of a saint of the Goddess this yield.
But Aiolos takes his baby brother in his arms, and begins to gently rock his body in a silent lullaby. The curly locks of the master again ringed among the chubby fingers of the pupil.
"I'm tired, so very tired. I don't feel like sleeping on a chair, my friend."
"You don't have. Look, there's a camp-bed I'm keeping it ready on purpose, because these little three intruders do not want to have anything to do in leaving my bed. Every night always the same. Please, stay."
That bet, just a pretext. One among many. Aiolos' bed, the ninth Shrine, his guardian: a Sanctuary in the Sanctuary. So safe and cozy.
I've just put my own brother to death. Do you know it, Aiolos?
Do not offer to someone such as me the shelter that is your house. Do not be pitiless with me showing me all the love you are capable to give.
I, instead, am not able with.
Do not offend my heart showing me your tenderness.
Kanon would be dead by now.
"I'm tired. I'm so very tired, my friend."
