48 Special Edition : Warm Snow

　Even though I woke up, the darkness was due to the short season of the day.

　Thinking so, Rihit gently looked out through the window through the gap in the curtain and made his eyes round.

　--It's snow...I have a lot of it!

　With a feeling of elation, I turned back to the bed and gazed at Fernand's gentle sleeping face, curled up in sheets. The long dark eyelashes also catch the light spilling through the slight gaps in the curtain, shining fluffyly softly, and the peaceful sleep that stands up comfortably to the ears, making me want to listen all the time.

　--Looking younger than me when sleeping.

　Sleeping so comfortably makes me hesitate to wake up. Fernand told me to wake up when I first wake up, but I wanted to give it somehow this morning.

　--Is it okay if it's just a little bit?

　I want to go to that beautiful snowy garden. This is the second time I've seen a pale, ephemeral ice crystal that disappears instantly when I touch it.

　The first time was a cold winter day without Fernand. For the first time in my life, I had a "play with snow" with Miri, a maid, and Clement, a gardener.

　When Miri dripped hot molasses on a platter of snow covered in a platter, a soft, shiny and delicious candy was made. Clement gathered a lot of snow with a scoop and everyone made a big doll. Then, the three of us threw a ball of rolled snow and competed with who could fly the farthest. All were very fun.

　I walked around the garden alone. The ground covered with snow was soft and made a squeaking noise with each walk. The area was pure white, so I felt as if I were in the cloud, and I cried a little to remember Fernand.

　I didn't know why I was crying then, but I feel like I can understand it now. It was so painful and very loving to remember him.

　――I want to walk in the snow again by myself...

　I'm sure it's very cold outside. But if I open the closet to change clothes, I might wake Fernand with noise.

　Licht slipped into his balcony, slipping his thin body through the gap between the thin windows. The satin weave indoors get wet, so take it off in advance.

　Lecht, barefoot, fluttered through the snow-covered tiles and climbed on the railing overlooking the garden. Then he spread his wings wide and kicked the railing with his foot.

　Feeling called by his name, Lihit looked up.

　As I turned my eyes to the balcony of the bedroom, the windows made a loud noise and opened.

"Richt! What are you doing in that style!"

　Fernand in a nightwear has a pale face and looks down on Licht standing in the garden. After a little hesitation, Lihit opened his mouth carefully.

"you know what..."

"What happened to that voice? No, I don't have to speak anymore, I'm going there right now, don't move!"

　In the blink of an eye, Fernand disappeared from the balcony, and Licht finally coughed up. The cold air just stuck in my throat, but I'm sure Fernand would be worried if he hears it.

　Soon after, Fernand appeared. After all, he had a terrible complexion and realized that he was worried, and he was very, very sorry.

"Richt, shoes! Why are you barefoot..."

　Fernand, who just put on a gown in his nightwear, ran up to Licht with a short breath, and quickly picked up his cold body with his arms.

"It's so cold... It's no good, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, Fernand..."

　You can hug me tightly, holding my breath tight.

"...Did you fly from the balcony?"

　Fernand looked up at the balcony, avoiding Licht's gaze, and muttered like a soliloquy. The strength of the arms you hug becomes a little stronger.

"No, I went down the wall."

　At the point where Licht extended his arm and pointed to it, there was a window frame and a ventilation opening, which were used as scaffolding, where the snow had been partially shaved off, and connected from the edge of the balcony to represent a single path.

"...When did you learn such a technique...it's totally outrageous..."

　Fernand looks amazed, but with a slight smile on his lips. The lines of sight intersect, and the person smiles gently. This is Lihit's favorite expression.

　Then Licht entered the mansion, held by Fernand's arm. When they returned to the bedroom, the fireplace was already blazing and the room was very warm.

　Fernand drops Licht on a soft rug in front of the fireplace and removes his wet clothes gracefully. When he himself took off his jacket, he held a thin body that had cooled to the tip of the wings, rubbing each other's bare skin.

"It's like ice..."

　Fernand pats the wet wings that cover Licht's back with love, but with an occasional expression.

"Fel... my feet are hot."

"Yeah, it's getting warmer..."

　Fernand slowly pushed Licht down onto the rug, and he respectfully lifted his slightly improved leg.

"Ah..."

　The tip of your thumb slowly melts in Fernand's hot mouth.

"Well... okay, so..."

"No, it's so cold...here too"

　As the lips trace the cold bare skin, a numbing heat rushes throughout the body. Lihit begged forgiveness in a half-cry, but the hot and sweet torture continued until Fernan's dismay.

　Eventually, Fernand forcibly held Lihit in the middle, returning to the bed, asking him to "sleep a little more," and put his arms around his narrow back and fell asleep in peace.

　When he heard a peaceful sleep, Licht narrowed his eyes and stared at the beautiful sleeping face in front of him. Then gently spread the wings and wrap the loved one in white wings.

　-Don't fly, don't worry...

　Licht was sensitive to Fernand's little anxiety. My hands and feet grew as the season went by, and my white wings grew considerably with my rich black hair.

　――If it stays this way, it will be one day...

　Now Rihit knows too. My ancestors said they didn't "fly" instead of "couldn't fly".

　To be happy on the earth where loved ones live.