Give them names, Antonio. Give these tulips as beautiful as your eyes.
"I met you a long time ago, Danthemus, I met you a long time ago.
Without the beautiful scenery and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, their meeting was more like a beautiful mistake.
The gold coins were heavy in the injured boy's hand, so the unsmiling boy pursed his lips, missing the warmth of the hand that smoothed his arrogant golden hair.
"Where are you going?!"
Many years later, Antonio could not help but smile when he thought of Danthemus at that time, and he never regretted his answer - "Want to come together?"
"I once regarded you as so important"
Someone in the noisy palace held his hand, and the young man filled with suspicious enthusiasm dragged him into the carriage. After the bumps, his vision was filled with joyful rice-gold flowers. Like his eyes.
"How about calling it Monte Carlo?"
Danthemus hugged him from behind. "Are they blindingly bright?" Antonio looked away, turned around, and maybe without hesitation, gave him a kiss.
"Do we really have to leave?"
"It doesn't mean you don't need Lovino"
"... Goodbye, Danthemus"
War may not be the cause, but your delusional possession has ruined love.
That sadistic kiss on the battlefield.
"I even doubt whether I have ever had love for you. Danthemus. I comforted myself in my mind like this.
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