dream a little dream of me

[guilder]

In some part of his mind, Dio knows that he is dreaming. It has all of the right elements. He's in his old flight uniform in the belly of the Sylvana, walking calmly along. His light feet don't make a sound or echo through the deck. But what really tells him that this place is a dream is the fact that for the moment, there's no one here. Certainly there were times when the hangar could be quiet and solemn, but more often it was filled with the ruckus of mechanics, of Al running around and playing, Tatiana bawling someone out.

This place was his home, long ago and far away.

He places his hand on the side of his vanship, feeling the cool metal beneath his gloves. He thinks of flight, and he stares without meaning to at the empty back seat.

But if this is a dream, he wishes it could at least be a happier one.

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[guilder]

In that moment where Luciola bows his head, Dio does something that is perhaps unexpected. The unasked for touching is a given, after all, even gloved hands that slide over the nape of his neck and into his hair. The tippy-toe is another familiar move, probably, to nuzzle or lick a bit of cake from his friend's face.

But this is something a little bit different.

This is a kiss, warm and slow, and very grown-up indeed. There is an air of desperation to it, and of emotions that run deeper than friendly affection.

[castling]

Luciola is not really sure how to react to it. It's a first, for him, and it bristles the pale hairs on the back of his neck. He knows what this is. A kiss, and from Lord Dio, though he would not allow anyone this close to his person.

His hands stay limp at his side, but his wide eyes eventually shut and his mouth relaxes to at least accept it. This isn't something someone like him really deserves, as far as he is concerned.