Ah! A new year and a new story!

This time it's Walter/Henry!

By the way,

Speech, thoughts, song

Walter didn't know how long he stood there and watched the brunette sleep.

Of all his sacrements, Henry was his favorite. Everything about the photographer was special. From his dark chocolate locks, to his slightly smaller feet was a spectical for Walter.

'How many times have I watched him sleep? I have lost count.'

It was like watching an angel to the blonde. As he watched the other in his deep sleep, he vaguely recalled the children's fairytale of Sleeping Beauty.

One gift, beauty rare,

Golden sunshine in her hair,

Lips that shame the red red rose,

She'll walk in springtime wherever she goes.

Walter thought about the first part of the song. Henry did not have blonde hair nor were his lips red. The brunette's lips had a distinct pink tint to them. The blonde often thought that they might turn red if he were kissed enough. Henry's brown hair also had a distinct shine to it. Walter ran his fingers through the Reciever's hair lightly.

One gift: the gift of song

Melody her whole life long.

The nightingale's her troubadour,

Bringing his sweet serenade to her door.

That part somehow made a little sense to Walter. While Henry may not be quite literally singing, his voice was soft and low which made it quite sweet. If anyone was to acturally talk to him for long, they would find that, past his shyness, there was a certain depth of emotion to his tone. Henry had what the killer would call a heavenly tone. The brunette had a special gift. He could make anyone calm just by talking to them.

Walter's thoughts came to a halt when the other stirred. He held still and waited to see if the other was awake. Henry shifted a little and muttered something softly, but he did not wake. The Assumption was getting impatient. He wanted the other to wake up and embrace his death. He would rise and become a God like Walter had. They would have an eternity here, with Mother and little Walter. A new life with each other....

For true love conquers all.

The blonde killer thought about that phrase for a moment. He knew he loved Henry, but would Henry love him?

'Not in death, but just in sleep. And with true love's first kiss, the spell shall break.' Walter recited in his head. He hesitated and decided to take action.

'Should Henry wake upon the kiss, then we are meant to be.'

Walter lowered his head to Henry's.

His lips brushed against the other's.

He let himself fully kiss the other. Henry's surprisingly warm against his. He tasted sweet with just a hint of blood.

Walter ended the kiss and stood up, waiting for what seemed like an eternity.

After only a few seconds, the most wonderul thing happened to him.

Henry's eyes opened.