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A sliver blade shines gleamily outside under the full moon, lonely without its stars, constellations buried alive by thick sheet of darkness. Mu held the blade to cut his arm, letting a ruby stream runs down to floods Mu’s fingers and dripping off from the tips like red rain on the broken cloth. Drip drip, a wet spot of blood over cracks of the Cancer Cloth, one of Mu’s few regular visitors. Whenever the Cancer Cloth comes, the air of chill is inevitable and Mu is not spared by its frosty conclusion.
Choice? Certainly not. Cancer Deathmask’s cruelty is not easily forgotten, breaking his cloth and armour in ruin than most saints. Humans, souls, perhaps cloth are equal to Deathmask’s eyes and destruction, full of pain to inflict. Smirking when bringing the cloth in, chortling straight at the sole Muvian, Mu encountered DM’s fiery, fragrant breath from dinner he had on the way no doubt Mu could smell that, the Muvian’s frown deepened.
After Deathmask left to “visit” Old Master Dohko for a while, Mu breaths through his mouth mostly, his mistake to inhale the spicy fragrance, a really nice gift from Deathmask remained on his face and irritated his nostils.
More blood dripped on the red puddle of Cancer Cloth, a pity Mu can close his eyes and knows the outline and location of the details of the cloth without diffculty. He lifted his arm and white bandages at Mu’s chair, picked up and wrapped around the arm to halt further bleeding. When that was one, he got hold of his tools to work on the Cloth with any remaining missing pieces, replacement or adjustment. Often all three.
“When you will stop embracing your master?”
No answer. Mu done on one side of the claws, only the remaining claw is left to be fixed and require his cosmos more. Replacing the damaged joint with last spare ones he had - a plan to make a journey will gain the materials will be made soon.
Around a hour time and a final check, the Cancer Cloth looks like it was brand new as if recently crafted by Athena, Mu could try to reach the unattainable but functionality of the cloths he released never doubted, his duty.
Putting his tools in his box, Mu carried them back into his tower, leaving the Cancer Cloth be without a word.
Putting his tool box down to its place, Mu closed the door, and stared right back at it. Deathmask favoured by the current Pope is the answer to why DM get away breaking the cloth many times, Mu lost count nor he can’t delay in mending - DM will be gone by the same day.
Yet DM can’t be anywhere as he likes, hence breaking the cloth to see, bother Mu and spy on him. If only Alde could, but Mu shook his head, the Taurus Saint is always careful with his cloth.
Otherwise, most days are the serene void of no one around for miles.
Peaceful and cold.
Mu shivers, teeth chattering without rhythm - it wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time, Mu did accepted the coldness of everything trained by his late master Shion.
More he stared at the door, more he visioned with wide eyes. A polite knock on that door opening to his dear friend’s smile full of cheer and his hands occupying a gift, most gifts to boost Mu’s health after using his body healing the cloths. Other gifts he kept them in a spare, dedicated cupboard, he teleported into another room; his bedroom.
He hurriedly remove his clothes off, folded them and placed them in main cupboard. Warmth radiated his body, his head light when he found Aldebaran’s jacket next to it the empty space. Mu carefully brought the jacket towards his face. He paused, the scent from the jacket collar - he embraces the left behind jacket, holding it with his dear life. Aldebaran’s scent of musk still here despite the Taurus Saint had not visited just under a year.
A welcoming scent of Aldebaran, occupying the Taurus Saint, his presence like lighted soft candles in the night, offering their warmth and their comfort envelopes Mu. How Aldebaran’s arms used to be around his small body and smaller heart in comparison to the Taurus’ mighty posture.
Warm water from Mu’s eyes threatening to fall, instead Mu fell onto his bed with the jacket buried his chest. The scent brought him a different memory, where Mu slips his left hand on his nipple, closing his eyes for the ultimate pleasure. He finished Aldebaran’s cloth after fixing it for weeks on his accord. The Taurus Saint offered his blood couple of times to fix his own cloth, Mu declined already with a payment in mind.
He called him in, Alde’s eyes sparkles seeing his cloth back in shape, placed his hand on Mu’s shoulder to give a gentle squeeze, sharing his excitement carefully. Mu bit back a shy, modest smile to neutrality but his body began to bubble up by his act of tenderness, leaning towards Aldebaran, eventually wrapped him in a sudden hug.
Glanced up, in shock to Aldebaran blushing intensely all over his face. Only then, Mu realised Aldebaran was shirtless and his head laid onto his hairy, plump chest hearing Aldebaran’s fast heartbeat. Slowly Mu raised his hands up, feeling the warmth of Alde’s burning cheeks through his fingertips, entering in the Muvian’s cool body. Their eyes locked in a long gaze, admiring their colour; faces leaning closer.
Aldebaran grasped Mu’s thighs lifting him up, looking at each other once again. Mu leans in and kisses him dreamily, and nice surprise to Mu where Aldebaran joined in with a slow passion from his side. Gradually couple of kisses due to them breaking away early for air, Mu opened his lips to allow himself to smile wide, for this impossibility to happen anyway, hidden no more in his solitude.
Mu suddenly opened his eyes to the ceiling, Aldebaran’s jacket at his embrace full of his scent and his left hand manage to slide down to his cock, spilling over his stomach.
Peaceful, so peaceful and his body is so cold.
“I hate this.”
Why Aldebaran is not more favoured that he could get out the Sanctuary to see him sometimes.
Mu glancing back at the nightstand of a pile of letters Aldebaran sends him every three-four weeks and gone through eyes of checkers loyal to the current Pope. Not everything that wanted to be said is there. Enough, not enough.
Tears did fall down easily, rolling so much forcing Mu to heave that he finds it hard to breath and his nose running down.
What is a candle without wax, the light had left and will not appear again. Dark spots appeared on Aldebaran’s jacket and without Mu not bothering wiping his tears, the dark spots of tears grew in mourning. Throughout the night, Mu did not stop crying.
His eyes became puffy yet heavy which sleep eventually took him before the morning sun came. A last gesture he did, to get bit of warmth he wrapped himself with Aldebaran’s jacket and entered in the darkness.