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Yuuri felt weight fall on top of him, his nerves had already awaken him earlier so he did not stir from the pressure. It was a weight all too familiar to him, the weight of a small girl. Her visits weren't unusual, though this week they had become more frequent. Her tiny limbs struggled amongst the slippery silken sheets. He did his best to assist her from the awkward position he had been laying in. She crawled into the space her two father's kept safe for her and nestled between the them. The darkness of the room was too much for Yuuri's eyes but he sense her smiling towards him. He cracked a small smile and brushed her auburn curls with his fingers as he tucked the blanket around her. She stayed quiet, conscious of her other father who remained asleep.
"Good night, Yuuri." Her voice was hushed as she leaned up to kiss her father on the chin. He returned her affection with a kiss on her forehead, his smile deepening. She turned to the slumbering young man and kissed his cheek. Her voice still low, she spoke, "good night, Wolfram." Greta stifled a giggle as he muttered something unintelligible without stirring. Her eyes turned back to Yuuri, the night sky lit up the room just enough for her to see the knuckles pressed against his cheek and contemplation possessing his normally joyful demeanor. "Yuuri?"
His fingers played with her curls once again, "Good night, Greta." She smiled at her father and closed her eyes as she held back her concern. He pulled another blanket over her as a chilling breeze crept through the opened window.
The light from moon draped over his fiancee, strands of his fair hair were highlighted a shimmering silver. A soft glow kissed the delicate features of his face. He appeared angelic in the evening light as his slender frame laid peacefully. It was an unusual look for him, so much so that Yuuri had to bite down on his own lip in order to quash a laugh. Wolfram was normally so wild, regardless of what hour it was. Even in his sleep, he would thrash about so much that Yuuri typically found himself awaking to the pain of his head hitting against the hard tiles of the floor.
He took Wolfram's limp hand that had been bitten by the night's cold air. He pressed his lips against his fiancee's slender fingers to warm them.
Yuuri...
That was he could decipher from Wolfram's muttering. His sleepy mumbling was always difficult to translate, yet tonight Yuuri felt like he understood it.
Greta's tiny fingers clasped at the hem of his night shirt. And he knew why. He understood the anxiety that dragged Greta out of her bed. And the apprehension that kept Wolfram so still.
All of them dreaded the morning. He loved being King and being with his family, it all felt like a dream he never wanted to end. But it had to, he knew that all too well. Once morning came, he'd return to his other home in Japan. The thought of being a normal high schooler didn't bother him. No. It was when the moments would quiet and his mind would haunt with thoughts of his fiancee and daughter.
He thought of the morning, how Greta would cling to him not to differently than she does now. Her cheeks stained with tears, her voice cracking as she begs him not to go. She's a smart girl and she understands why he has to go, but understanding doesn't make the pain of goodbye hurt any less. His mind turned Wolfram, who's farewells were always surprisingly restrained. He thought of their inevitable embrace. It's warmth and the subtle scent of roses on Wolfram. With every parting embrace they had, Yuuri found it more difficult to let go of Wolfram. He held on to Wolfram's hand a little tighter now as he placed another kiss on it. His fingers lingering far longer than he planned to.