PS: This chapter and the next one wasn't exactly planned, but I couldn't stop thinking about. So yeah, it's like a filler (?)
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-Aurora, wake up, we're landing.
I woke up confused and took a while to remember that we were on a plane. However, people seemed agitated and slightly worried –except by the ice prince sat by my side who remained extremely calm no matter the circumstances—
-Did…something happened?
-Terrible weather conditions; airports in Greece are closed; they had to change the route.
-So where did they took us instead?
He sighed, calmly; with a peace that I rarely see on his eyes. – France, the only airport that was still operating.
Kinda far away, isn't it?
Great, the Sanctuary will kill us with this news… well; you can't blame nature, right?
We got our luggage and remained on the airport lounge waiting. Maybe in a couple of hours they would take us to Greece ? Maybe it would be like a flight connection…
A woman's voice echoed on the lounge talking something that I believed to be about our flight since Camus was seriously paying attention. God, my French is still awful!
-What did she say?- I poked his arm, desperate for an answer
-She said that flights to Greece are cancelled until tomorrow. I'll have to make a call, wait for me here, right?
I sighed, anxiously. I was so tired and yet I couldn't go home -wherever that was- and also couldn't understand properly a single thing people were talking around. I could see Camus talking on the public phone, until he hung up and came into my direction.
-So, you're ready?
I frowned – To wait more?
He raised an eyebrow shook his head and grabbed our luggage- Never mind. Let's go.
-Where?- I asked, completely confused.
He turned to me and gave the usual French sigh- To my house.
Ah. That's why he was so calm.
-Paris…I shall eat all the sweets I can. Everything is so harmonious here… Can you imagine how living here would be if we were like regular people?
He gave a shy smile and I grabbed his free hand by impulse, making him flush a little. Then I remembered things were completely clear between us.- Sorry.
To my surprise, he didn't say anything but kept holding my hand, tightly, as we continued our long walk to his place.
-Didn't you live somewhere else?-I asked while we walked in silence by some streets I've never seen before. Very charming streets though.- Did it change that much since last time we came here or…?
-Oh, that. I moved, last year.- He said, thoughtfully.- Closer to the city… anyway that house was too big for me.
The few things I knew about his past before being a saint was that his parents were pretty prestigious writers and somewhat noble. So, he was pretty much rich and still received money for all the famous books that kept being sold. That's why he has always been a book worm with such fancy taste and manners. Last time we've been to France Milo couldn't help but being amazed by his big house.
We stopped by an apartment in a hill that had streets full of tall trees. I checked the street signs; Montmartre.
He talked something incomprehensible to a gentle old men who was coming downstairs from the apartment and thanked him and then we finally made out way to his apartment on the third floor.
-Welcome. It's not big but I think it's comfortable.
"Not big". It was one of those movie-like apartments with tall ceilings and charming flowery balconies. I dropped my coat and luggage on the corner along with his cloth and wandered around the place. Very bright, this surprised me. He didn't have many things there—probably because he still spent more time on the Sanctuary than anywhere else—just a small pile of books, an old TV and a beautiful vintage turntable with some vinyl that immediately caught my eyes. Comfortable wasn't making any justice to that place; it felt warm like a proper home should be.
-It's lovely. I liked better than the other one.
-Are you hungry? I don't have anything here apart from water and wine but there's a boulangerie on the other side of the street.
I shook my head. – Wine sounds good for me, especially after a long unfinished trip…- I said while putting a vinyl to play.
He smirked and quickly brought a half-full glass for me and for him and we sat on the balcony under the window, watching the view in silence for a while
-That's the answer. - he suddenly said, without taking his eyes from street
I raised an eyebrow and looked at him- To what…exactly?
-You question. That's…how I think I'd live my life if we were like...regular people.
I stared at him and could see a bit of sadness on his eyes. I've seen anger, passion, desire, confusion…but sadness what somewhat rare to see…. No, maybe it wasn't sadness. It seemed more like a feeling of something you wish but couldn't have.
He took another sip of wine- I think I'd live here, probably be also a writer or perhaps a journalist? I have no idea. Expect to grow old, love, marry, have a family. Nothing matters.
I kept staring at him for a while until the burning feeling inside of me that could be also a result of alcohol couldn't stand the awkward silence. Actually I just couldn't stand seeing him gloomy like that.
I caressed his face with my fingers and fondly brought his face closer to mine.
-Sorry, I am scaring you. When I'm with you I just feel like I can spill my useless thoughts out. I can't control, I just-.- he sighed- This is ridiculous.
-Shh .We may not have a future, but we have a past…and the present.- I whispered- That's enough.
None of us hesitated on letting our lips collide into a provocative kiss. We weren't messy hesitating teenagers anymore; instead we just wanted to enjoy the most of ourselves at that very precious moment.
-I missed you badly every single day of these miserable two years- he urged, evolving my face on his hands like I was about to leave any moment- I hate staying away from you. Sorry if I don't know how to show it right. You make impossible for me to control my feelings and I don't know how to deal with it. It...burns inside of me.
-So stop trying to hide it. At lest by now.
All I could do was nod and kiss him for all these two years I haven't done that. I paid attention to the little things around us: the wooden scent around the place – maybe it was his perfume?—, the music that I set to play a few minutes on the turntable, smooth, although I couldn't understand anything, the warmth of his hands on my back and how everything about him seemed firm yet delicate. Like ice.
I broke the kiss, my eyes closed- What does this song say?
-Oh. "Je vais t'aimer comme on ne t'a jamais aimée – he hummed the song on my ear and continued- Je vais t'aimer plus loin que tes rêves ont imagine, Je vais t'aimer".
I shivered; it was hard to keep thinking straight. I don't remember of ever hearing him singing or humming a song before..- Okay…but could you tell me what it means?
He stared at me fixedly, his eyes wandering around my exposed neck – You'll have to figure it out. But I'll give you a clue…it has something related to this- he pulled me closer and slowly locked his lips on mine – and perhaps also this- he lift my chin and kissed me again, this time not stopping there but also leaving a kissing trail on my neck , down to my collarbone
My thoughts became blurrier as I kept losing myself on his kisses, every single one that I needed during the last two years and I couldn't have. Kisses that made justice to every tear that had to dry on its own on the cold nights that I had to spend completely alone.
I trembled as I felt his cold hand sweetly drawing my body and sensually taking off my shirt as I helped him to get rid of his. His body was slightly different from the last time, still skinny but more defined
He broke the kiss, panting yet concerned- Let's get out of the window.
I giggled as we stumbled between getting the rest of our clothes off on our way to the bedroom.
-Will you tell me about that song now?- I asked, curling up on his pale bare chest while playing with our hair strands that were mixed together. Black and turquoise, what a good combination.
He raised an eyebrow. –I just told you.
I giggled. – I know you did, but not with words. Or in English.
He sighed- That song is called Je Vous Aime. It's about loving someone in such intensity that could embarrass even the most of the libertines and could even anger the gods. Loving someone with no boundaries.
I blushed. I figured out it was a love song but could never picture how strong it was.
-Whenever I heard it you always came to my mind, which was the silliest thing that ever happened to me He said, gazing me with sleepy eyes and caressed my face, slowly- Aurora..Je-
I put my finger on his lips.-I know. You don't have to say it if you don't want to
He held my hand, leaning closer and faced me. - But I want to. Je t'aime. Don't ever forget about that.
Those words hit me like a train, yet in a good way. A jolt of excitement and happiness just took over my body. Part of me already knew it: we ended up growing up together, counting on and caring about each other. But listen those words of the first time...was something.
- I love you too.
He smiled and held me tight.- Good.-We ran out of words for that moment so we did what we always used to when this happened with us: remained in silence appreciating every little thing that perfect instant.