Emerald, amethyst.
Under the dim gray-blue light, they set off each other, flickering on and off, looming.
For a long time, Aslan didn't speak, and the rain had stopped.
His slender fingers touched the young man's cheek, touching ambiguously. Kira didn't dodge at all, he accepted it quietly. A soft kiss fell on the eyelids, and Aslan silently responded to Kira's wish.
"Don't worry, Kira, we will meet again soon." Aslan's lips raised a pure arc, a gentle smile, and a soothing whisper. Once upon a time, there was a similar scene in that thin red season.
"Well..." His answer was the same as before.
The sour past came to mind. What Aslan longed to keep and didn't want to lose was the clear light in the brown-haired boy's eyes, wasn't it?
He wants his amethyst to be bright forever.
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