"Alright..."
A relieved sigh escaped Moulin's parted lips. His heart was impossibly pounding within his chest. There was nothing he could do to stop the never-ending dread, creeping inside the depth, hidden in secret as silver eyes slightly narrowed smilingly. Starting at the pair of golden eyes filled with reluctant doubt. The man's eyes had always shown most of what Hadrian felt deep inside. Showing emotions no one had ever known that the lord could feel. Only Moulin was silently understanding it. His pale fingers slowly slipped and weaved the lord's long fingers within his. Holding the large hand tightly and warmly.
Moulin was smiling. Lips exquisitely curved and inviting, something Hadrian could never resist pressing his own on it. Feeling the softness.
Moulin was smiling... but inside, cries of dread and screams of disbelief all noised simultaneously. Causing a destructive quake in his chest. Tightening and aching.
'I don't want to die'
