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A Christmas Poem - Kaze to Ki no Uta Fanfiction

Hello Everyone, I hope everyone is well and enjoying the holidays. Here's a KazeKi fanfic as a Christmas gift for everyone who follows the blog, thanks for making the fandom grow even more and supporting us.

There is a Portuguese version of this story avaliable on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/295624598-um-poema-de-natal-kaze-to-ki-no-uta

And the English version also avaliable on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/295622036-a-christmas-poem-kaze-to-ki-no-uta

Words: 5988

Synopsis: It is the first time that Serge and Gilbert can celebrate Christmas without any worries, as Serge is now a Viscount and inherited his father's property.

What they don't know is that each one of them planned a way to make this day even more special.

P.O.V Narrator

December 24, 1885, Battour Residence

The small flakes fell gently to the ground, which was coated with a thick layer of snow. There were footprints that marked a long way traveled, which went from the forest to the main door of the house.

The Battour Residence, Aslan's inheritance to his son, seemed more alive than it had ever been before. The place that once symbolized suffering and loneliness for Serge, where he suffered several humiliations from his aunt, now had a welcoming atmosphere.

It had been a year since the young Gypsy received the title of Viscount, and he was finally able to return to his father's estate. His family had already vacated the house for some time, which made the moving process even easier.

Walking slowly, the young Viscount arrives at the entrance of his house, properly decorated for the end of the year festivities. Several servants spent the day working so that they could prepare everything for the celebration that would be held the following day.

"Lord Battour, I see you have returned from your walk." – The butler, a man already close to middle age, says when he sees Serge enter while taking off his coat.

"It's getting colder and colder, it's almost impossible to be outside." – He replied smiling as he handed over his coat and top hat.

Serge's flushed cheeks made it obvious how low the temperature was outside, but no physical discomfort could dampen his good mood today. It was Christmas Eve; it was the first time he could celebrate with Gilbert being away from any worries.

He wouldn't have to work at the restaurant until he was exhausted, he wouldn't have to count pennies to buy food or freeze to death in the slums of Paris.

He was free to live in his father's old house and create new memories there, far from the violence of Paris, the trials of Lacombrade and the punishments of his aunt.

The deeper he went into the house, the warmer and more comfortable Serge felt. A blazing fireplace made the room that much cozier, and the Christmas lights were able to remind anyone of the festivity to come.

Most of the servants had already gone to rest, it was already nightfall and almost all the preparations had been made. Only a few servants in the kitchen finished dinner before retiring to make their own meal, and this reminded the young Viscount that he needed to make sure all the servants were properly warmed up.

At the same time, the housekeeper left the kitchen towards the dining room, to check if everything was in order. Serge found the perfect opportunity to talk to her:

"Louise, do you know if there is enough firewood and charcoal for everyone?" – He asked curious.

The housekeeper, still trying to get used to the new Viscount's kindness, who was very different from his aunt, replied shyly:

"I'm not sure my Lord, there's still some of the earlier shipment that was destined for servants' use." - Louise replied, instinctively playing with the lace on her sleeve as she spoke.

That didn't seem right, Serge knew that most lords didn't care about their servants, and were indifferent to whether they were cold at night or not. Probably his aunt was one of those people, he knew her well and knew she didn't even treat her daughter in a respectful way.

But he couldn't do that, he had already worked once and he knew how difficult it was, even more so having to deal with a cruel and compassionless boss. Those servants looked after his father's house, and some of them had known him since he was young, he felt it was his duty to look after the well-being and safety of these people.

"Then tell Albert to help you get more firewood from the warehouse, make sure there's enough for everyone." – He instructed her, because he knew how the house could get even colder at night.

Louise, trying to hide her grateful smile, bowed a little before speaking:

"I will, thank you very much, Lord Battour." – The lady said and went back to the kitchen, looking more relieved to know that no one would be cold that night.

After knowing that his servants would not be cold tonight, the Viscount felt more relieved and went in search of the other resident of the house. There was still some time before dinner was served, most of his duties had been done, he just wanted to spend some time with Gilbert on Christmas Eve.

His adaptation to the new lifestyle surprised Serge, he seemed much happier and calmer than when they lived in Paris. Even though they owned the house, they still faced some small challenges, such as hiding their relationship from the servants.

When they arrived at his father's property for the first time, they were both amazed by the immensity of the place, and above all, by the idea of freedom.

There were some restrictions, that's a fact, they couldn't be too close or show affection for each other when they weren't alone. But that didn't bother them, it was better than anywhere, they finally felt safe and free to be who they are.

Walking through the corridors, Serge arrives at the room where the Christmas Tree was exposed. This was one of the tallest pine trees he had ever seen, completely decorated with candles and red ornaments.

It reminded him of what happened a few weeks ago, he and Gilbert had decided to decorate the tree, which was usually the servants' job. It was a new experience for both of them, doing something together simply for leisure was impossible until recently.

As the Viscount admired the decorations that were made, he remembered the experiences he had with Christmas as a child. Those weren't good memories, when he was little, his aunt wouldn't let him participate in parties or play with other children.

He didn't get any gifts either, the only gift he got was from his grandmother, but unfortunately, he couldn't spend much time with her. Angeline was the only one he could play with; she took her dolls far away from the parties so they could pretend they were the damsels in distress and Serge was the knight who would save them.

It made him laugh, it was one of the few good memories he had from childhood, but it didn't last long. When he got a little older, his aunt discovered his talent for playing the piano, and took advantage of it.

Instead of hiring musicians for parties, she charged him with playing for a long time without stopping, and punished him if he refused or didn't perform well. This made him even less time to play, his place was just sitting in front of the piano, while the other children ran and had fun.

His reveries are interrupted when he hears the sound of footsteps approaching slowly, he looks to the side and sees Gilbert also admiring the Christmas tree.

He was staring at the lights, like he was thinking about something, which reminded him of the times when he'd stared at the sky through his old dorm window.

The shadows of both formed a single image due to the proximity and arrangement of the lights, the wood burning in the fireplace and the silence in the room was comforting.

"What are you thinking?" - Gilbert asked, not expressing much emotion in his tone.

"I'm remembering how Christmas was when I was a child, this house brings me so many memories..." – Serge replied, now looking at the shapes of the fire in the fireplace.

In fact, his experiences with Christmas were not very good, but that didn't make him hate this date, on the contrary, his hope of having a happy end of the year was always alive.

This could no longer be said by the one who was beside him, since he was a child, Gilbert was never able to celebrate Christmas in a proper or normal way.

He was always forgotten, nothing changed if he was crying in his room or freezing in the snow on the coldest day of the year, it was like he was invisible.

These were memories he preferred to forget, preferred to focus on what Serge had to say, he knew his aunt was cruel to him, but he never heard about his experiences with the holiday season.

"And what was it like?" – He asked again, in his usual cold way.

That question brought even more memories for Serge, it was not enough just to remember, he would need to put into words everything he had lived, which he had never done before.

“It wasn't very good, I was never able to play with the other kids or participate in parties, and when I finally did, I couldn't leave the piano to eat or rest.” – Serge replied while looking slightly at Gilbert, hoping he understood but at the same time not feeling sad for him – “The only person who cared about me was Angeline, but when I went to Lacombrade, I was able to celebrate for the first time.”

After hearing this, Gilbert began to visualize what was described. He imagined little Serge alone, forgotten by his own family, with only his cousin's company.

In a way, he could relate with what he heard, as he too was neglected and abandoned at this time of year. The memories of the cruelties he suffered from Auguste began to surface, which left him uncomfortable and frustrated.

"And with you? How it was?" - Serge asks, noticing Gilbert's unease, thinking that maybe he wanted to say something.

How could him summarize the experiences he had as a child? It was painful, agonizing, it made him feel angry and disgusted with himself.

Every detail was still vivid in her memory, the times when he called for his mother and the only thing he could hear was his own voice, the times when he was hungry and cold and Auguste just pretended he didn't exist.

All of that was alive inside him, and it was what left his gaze even more empty.

Realizing he touched on a sensitive subject; Serge notices the lack of an answer and tries to shift the focus to something more superficial.

However, Gilbert tries to end the conversation with an uncertain answer that was enough for both of them:

"Let's say I prefer to forget that all that ever existed." –

"I understand." – He said, getting silent right after.

That didn't feel right, he sensed Gilbert's lack of spirit and joy during this time of year, it wasn't fair that he missed one of the most beautiful festivities in the world because of his past.

He needed to create new memories, new traditions, something that could cheer him not just at Christmas but every day of the year. This was exactly why he planned to give Gilbert a gift, a special gift he was sure he would appreciate.

Everything was prepared in advance, he asked one of the servants to put the package under the Christmas tree as soon as he woke up. He couldn't wait to see the look of surprise on his face, this wasn't the first gift he would receive, but Serge insisted it was for the best.

To his surprise, his partner thought the same thing, he knew that Serge always treated people as kindly as he could, and that he didn't turn into an embittered person for the bad things that happened in his life.

Without suspecting anything, he also asked a servant to place his parcel with the others on Christmas morning.

Both were looking at the bottom of the decorated pine, there was a red carpet lining the floor, along with some gifts already in place. Those were for their friends who were coming the next day, and some were for themselves.

"I can't wait to open the gift you gave me." - Said Serge, looking at the green package, with a tag with his name written on it.

"Be patient, tomorrow you can open it, maybe you'll be more surprised than you imagine..."-Gilbert replied, trying to hide the smile caused by the tone of mystery in his voice.

"Well, maybe you'll also be more surprised than you expect." - The pianist said, which made the two of them even more curious and anxious for the next day to come soon.

Smiling softly, they go back to looking at the decoration in front of them. The fireplace warmed them and this moment felt even more comforting, as they were alone and the house was silent.

Serge's hand gently rests on Gilbert's fingers, trying to be as gentle as possible, as he knew he didn't like to be touched suddenly. He didn't move, just felt her fingers intertwining with his, which in the end made their hands completely joined.

No matter how many times they felt the blonde's touch or how intimate it was with him, Serge could still feel a slight flush on his face, and an almost uncontrollable urge to smile. Gilbert, on the other hand, felt something similar, although he couldn't quite understand what he felt.

The only thing he knew was that he felt good, safe and willing to stay that way forever.

This moment of tranquility is ended when they hear footsteps approaching, they both release their hands and step back a little. They immediately hear the voice of a maidservant:

"Excuse me, I came to let you know that dinner is ready." -

“Thank you, Marie, we are on our way.” – Serge thanks the young woman, just before she leaves.

Dinner was quiet, like most days, just the two of them enjoying each other's company. For someone who didn't usually talk much, Gilbert was participating more in the conversation than usual.

“I hope the Christmas cards I wrote made it to Lacombrade on time.” – Gilbert said, right before taking the soup spoon to his mouth.

Since leaving Paris, he has tried to maintain a social life, and that included writing letters to Carl, Pascal and some of his old friends from Lacombrade.

They obviously weren't as close to Gilbert as they were to Serge, but they seemed to rejoice when they received a letter from him, as they always replied.

"I'm sure so, you sent them early." – Serge replied, pleased with the idea that he was interacting with his friends.

After dinner they went upstairs to their rooms, as they could not let the servants know they were spending the night together. A few minutes later, when the hallways were dark and there was no sign of anyone else, Gilbert silently walked to the room that adjoined his own.

He opens the door and closes it softly so there is no noise, which they did every night. Candlelight illuminated the room as Serge sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him.

The Viscount still remembered the first time they slept together, it was close to Christmas, in his old dormitory. That was a special night where he admitted to himself that he loved the blond boy.

The fair-haired boy walks towards him, placing his hands on his shoulders while being hugged. Gilbert's slender fingers slid through Serge's dark hair, feeling its texture and softness.

He soon lay down beside the pianist, the blankets kept him out of the cold and the closeness between them warmed them even more. They stared at each other, contemplating every detail they could see due to the low light.

"Remember the first Christmas we spent together?" – Serge asks, curious to hear about Gilbert's point of view.

How could he forget? He welcomed him when he was at his worst, it was one of the few times he could feel the warmth of someone's skin without it involving something else.

Serge didn't hurt him, didn't make him feel like something disposable or impure, he just wanted to protect him and be close to him. It took some time for Gilbert to fully understand what was driving him to act like this, but the closer he got to the pianist, the more easily he could understand.

"It was love."

"You let me sleep in your bed..." - The blond boy replied, with a little difficulty expressing in words everything he felt.

It might seem like a simple answer, but Serge understood the meaning that phrase carried. It was the night they became closer, the night they could hear each other's hearts beating.

"I still remember the way you hugged me." – Gilbert said again, this time wrapping his arms around Serge.

And in that bed, in a room where the candles had gone out, the two young men sleep in each other's arms. The soft breathing of each could be heard by the other, they didn't feel cold as their joined bodies kept them warm.

Here time stops,

Your beauty becomes eternal.

Every breath, every touch

It becomes intense.

Your closed eyes,

Your delicate face,

It fascinates me more and more.

The warmth of your arms when you're holding me,

gradually made me realize

That I don't want to let go of you anymore.

Here beside you,

Loneliness is non-existent.

No fear, I close my eyes,

Because I know you will be here when I open them again.

The rays of light that pass through the slit in the curtain illuminate the sleeping faces of the two boys, Gilbert is the first to wake up, feeling a slight discomfort in his eyes because of the light.

With one of his hands out of the blankets, he could feel how low the temperature was, while the rest of his body was warm around Serge.

He slowly opens and closes his eyes a few times, taking a while to realize that Christmas morning has finally arrived. An excitement took hold of him, something that usually didn't happen, he couldn't wait for him to go downstairs and open his presents.

When he got up a little, he was able to watch Serge sleeping, he looked so peaceful that Gilbert had to struggle to wake him up. He slides his hand gently down the pianist's face, just before pressing his lips lightly against his skin, which wakes him up from his sleep.

With a sleepy look, the Viscount admires the figure in front of him, unable to think of a better way to wake up. Serge puts his hand next to Gilbert's, stroking his fingers.

They liked to get up early just to enjoy each other's company, and even though they could spend the whole day together, it was within the walls of their room that they felt free and unafraid of external judgments.

Serge pulled him close, making him lie down again and lean his head on his shoulder as he hugged him. Although they felt like getting up, the feeling of being together and the heat of their joined bodies prevented them.

No words were said for a few minutes, only the wind passing over the tree branches could be heard.

“Merry Christmas, Serge.” – The blond boy said, almost inaudibly.

"Merry Christmas, Gilbert." - The dark-haired boy replied, holding Gilbert as if he were made of crystal.

They could already imagine their presents being positioned under the Christmas tree, the other person's reaction when it opened, and the changes that would come after that.

In a few hours their friends would come to celebrate, preparations for lunch should probably already be underway. They knew they needed to get up to make sure everything was in order, but it was as if they couldn't get away from each other.

It was like heaven on Earth, their thoughts were free of any kind of worry, they just cared about each other's company.

"We can sleep a little longer…" - Serge said, still struggling to keep his eyes open.

Hearing the drowsiness in the Viscount's voice, Gilbert pondered whether he should let him sleep a little longer, or if he should pique his curiosity and make him go downstairs.

The blond boy smiled slightly as he imagined Serge's surprise to find out what he had planned, he couldn't wait any longer, he really wanted to make this Christmas a more than memorable memory.

"Then I guess you don't want to open the gift I have for you." – Gilbert spoke, knowing the power that his words would have.

This time, the pianist came fully awake, looking at the boy beside him. He knew Gilbert had prepared something, he even saw a package with his name on it the night before, but he didn't think it was something so special that the blonde would rush him to open it.

Deciding to leave him with the same curiosity, he also gives a little hint that there's something for him:

“Why don't you go too? I'm sure there will be something special for you.” – This speech by Serge made them both stand up without further delay, towards the bedroom door.

The Viscount opens the door silently, looking up and down the corridor to make sure none of the servants notice they've spent the night together.

After ensuring that the path was clear, both descend the stairs, and find the house much quieter than expected. There weren't many servants in the corridors, most of them took this day off to rest, as there were only a few preparations to be made.

The morning meal was already on the table, but because of Gilbert's insistence, they would eat after they opened the presents.

Reaching the room where the Christmas tree was exposed, they both bend down and start looking for the presents that contain their names. Unable to contain their smiles, the two boys hoped that their plan would work.

Serge was the first to find it, he spotted the green package he had already noticed last night. He opens it and leaves the green wrapping paper beside it, while he holds a sheet music book in his hands, with new songs to learn to play.

Gilbert admired how he could enjoy something so simple, he smiled as he held the book and thanked him for the gift. But it wasn't over yet, Gilbert couldn't find his package and seemed to be having trouble distinguishing between the red of the rug and the color of the wrapping paper.

"It's right there, by your hand." – Serge says, pointing to the small gift he prepared, which was soon taken by Gilbert.

The blond boy stared at the package for a few seconds before opening it, it had been a long time since he had received a present, and he was sure that none could be as special as what Serge had given him.

He quickly unwraps the red gift wrap and sees in front of him a book, which awakens memories of his past. In his memories, he remembered reading this book as a child, in his home library, it was one of the few diversions he had.

He didn't think he'd find it again, didn't even remember the title, and he had no idea how Serge had discovered it.

"How did you know that..." - He began to say, unable to finish his sentence, because his amazement was greater.

“You told me once, when we were in Lacombrade, about a book you read as a child. I recognized the story and remembered the title, so it wasn't too hard to find.” – Serge said laughing, enjoying Gilbert's reaction and glad he liked his gift.

Looking at the cover once more, the blond boy's fingers traced the self-emboss of the title, reminding him fondly of the good and little moments of his childhood.

The pianist feels two arms around him, pulling him close as usual, while the blond boy looks happier than he has ever been. It was unusual to see Gilbert so happy, but it wasn't a bad feeling, quite the opposite.

Serge just wished he could see him like this more often.

"Thank you, Serge..." - He said, his voice expressed the joy he felt.

His arms wrap around Gilbert's body, returning the hug, and he can feel his heart racing. And they stayed there, on the living room floor, intertwined for a few seconds.

What the Viscount didn't expect was that his companion would disentangle himself from the embrace, just before saying something that would make him even more curious.

"But it's not over yet, I still have something more for you, it's behind the tree." – He said, keeping his face close to Serge's, which made him hypnotized for a few seconds.

That was a surprise, as Serge was planning to say the same thing. A thought crossed his mind, but it was soon dismissed as it seemed too unrealistic, there was no way two people could have exactly the same idea at the same time.

The only possibility was that some servant had revealed his plans, which was unlikely, as everyone respected and liked the Viscount.

With a satirical smile, which was unusual for him to do, the pianist soon reveals what he was hiding.

“Ironic of you to say that. There's also something for you behind the Christmas tree.” – Serge replied, realizing that now it was Gilbert who had a confused expression.

Each one went towards the back of the Christmas tree, which was right next to the wall. On the right side was a box with a bow on top, addressed to Gilbert.

And on the left side, there was also a box decorated with a bow, addressed to Serge. They both take the presents, surprised at the weight, and place them in the center of the room so they can both see.

They look at each other, startled and confused, just before they untie the ribbons and open the boxes.

It was at that moment that they felt a mixture of sensations, they could not identify whether it was joy, confusion, ecstasy, surprise or gratitude. All they knew was that this was the best Christmas present they could have.

None of them imagined what was inside the box, it took a few seconds before they could examine the gift more carefully.

The box Serge opened contained a gray kitten, so small it could easily be mistaken for a stuffed animal. It was looking up steadily, letting out a few thin meows and looking startled by its new surroundings.

The Viscount stared at it for some time, then gently picked it up, as if it were going to break at any moment. The animal fit perfectly in one of his hands, and the noises it emitted made it even more adorable.

He lightly stroked the small animal's fine fur in his hand, while a smile spread over his face.

The box opened by Gilbert contained a cream-colored puppy, it was a puppy that was already trying to get out of the box, and go towards its new owner. It looked content, wagging its tail and barking a few times, wanting to explore the surroundings.

The blond boy picked it up immediately, and as he approached the animal, he felt some licks on his face, which made him laugh. He petted the dog, who seemed ecstatic with so much attention.

Both boys looked at each other, smiling and at the same time confused, as they had the same idea.

"I can't believe we think the same thing!" - Said Serge, approaching Gilbert a little more, still with the kitten in his hands.

"We seem to read each other's thoughts!" - Gilbert replied excitedly, he could not believe that after so many years, he could finally have a pet again.

Serge knew how much Gilbert liked animals; he had told him about the pets he had as a child. It was a difficult task to decide which one would be best to be the gift, as he had already had rabbits, birds, foxes and even snakes.

However, he thought that a dog would be the best option, as it would make Gilbert leave the house to walk with him and would be a companion when he was not around.

As for the blond boy, he did not remember having heard any story from Serge that involved an animal, and that was what made him have the idea of giving him one. Cats are silent, calm and reserved, they could be a great companion when Serge was playing the piano or reading leaning on the sofa.

"What are you going to name her?" - Gilbert asked, still stroking the dog, who was now rolling on the floor.

"Her? Is she a female?” -The Viscount asked, because he thought it was a male cat.

"At least that's what I was told when I brought her here." – The blond boy replied.

Serge laughed some more, before putting the kitten on the ground, she took short, slow steps. She looked scared, and she kept meowing, which made the pianist pick her up again.

"Well then, we think a lot more alike than we can imagine, because she's a female too." -Serge said, indicating that he was talking about the bitch who played with Gilbert.

The blond boy couldn't contain his smile, that adorable animal wanted nothing but love and attention, which made his heart warm.

They needed to come up with a name, but first they thought about letting the two new residents of the house interact with each other. Gilbert places the dog next to the kitten, who looks even smaller compared to the dog's size.

They smelled each other intensely, as if they were getting to know each other. All it took was a bark for the little cat to run towards Serge, who started to laugh, finding the situation comical.

"Calm down little one, no need to be afraid, she won't hurt you." – The Viscount says, encouraging the kitten to approach her new friend.

"Be kind to her." - Gilbert said to the dog, stroking her in order to make her control her agitation.

Then slowly, the kitten approaches while the dog lowers to be level with her. They seem to be getting used to each other's presence little by little, as they no longer fled when one of them approached.

This somehow made the boys remember themselves, in the beginning, his relationship was something similar to this. It made memories of old times come back, and created a nostalgic atmosphere between them.

Still sitting on the floor, now much closer, the two watched their new pets at play. Gilbert's head rested on Serge's shoulder, who also slowly leaned in to get even closer to him.

"Sandrine..." – The blond boy said, in a low tone, while looking at the cream-colored dog.

"It's a beautiful name." - The pianist responds while smiling.

The animals return to be close to their owners, Serge lightly strokes the gray kitten, from the top of her head to her belly, which made her lie down on the floor.

"And your name will be Genevieve, little one." – He says as he takes her in his hands and brings her next to his face.

Sandrine refused to be forgotten, she positioned herself under one of Gilbert's arms, intending to get his attention. He couldn't resist, she was so endearing, it was almost impossible not to love her.

In a way, it reminded him of Serge, because if he were an animal, Gilbert was sure he would be a dog. He was sociable, friendly, loyal and as charming as one, he was practically perfect.

What he didn't know was that the pianist saw in little Genevieve a reflection of his partner. He was introverted, fragile, a little distant with those he doesn't know, but who can turn out to be a very kind person.

The living room floor seemed to be getting colder, as there was only a little wood in the fire, which caused Serge to start to get up.

Breakfast awaited them on the table, it had probably already cooled off. The animals must have been hungry, as they hadn't eaten since the day before.

"Let's ask the servants for a piece of meat and some milk to feed them." – Serge said, imagining that Genevieve and Sandrine could be hungry.

"Wait." – Gilbert replied, putting a hand on his shoulder and keeping him sitting.

Then, the blond boy approaches the pianist and kisses him sweetly, holding his face with one of his hands. Taking advantage of the fact that there were no servants around, they both allowed themselves to continue for a few more seconds.

Sandrine and Genevieve snuggled close to their owners, enjoying that moment of silence as they rested. The dark-haired boy lightly takes hold of Gilbert's wrist, as if telling him not to let go.

They could still feel slight shivers, as if it was the first time, they'd felt each other's touch. Serge remembered clearly, the night he felt Gilbert's lips for the first time, he chuckled as he remembered that he had lost his balance because of nervousness.

With his eyes closed, the blond boy backs away slowly, but he can still feel Serge's breathing. Neither of them wanted this moment to end, so they remained in each other's arms, feeling each other's presence.

"It was the best Christmas you could have given me..." - Gilbert whispered, which made the pianist bring him even closer.

Serge's fingers felt the soft texture of Gilbert's wavy hair, he held it sweetly, expressing everything he felt.

It was not very common for him to say that, although he felt that the feeling was as true and intense as possible, he had not yet got used to such words.

"I love you, Gilbert." – The Viscount said, keeping his voice low, feeling two thin arms around him

He preferred to save words of this type for special occasions, as he could remember these specific moments in the future. He remembered the first time he'd said that, and how he'd felt after not getting the answer he'd wanted.

He certainly understood later that, for Gilbert, uttering such words was a far more difficult task than he could have imagined. However, as time went on, he surprised him by demonstrating how he felt for the Viscount.

With both arms around Serge, feeling the fabric of his pajamas and his gentle breathing, Gilbert feels comfortable enough to respond to what he's been told.

The pianist was the first person to tell him this, and it showed in both words and gestures, it was easy to see that his feelings were genuine. Every time he dared to show what he felt, the blond boy was just ignored or reminded that their feelings weren't reciprocated, which never happened when it came to Serge.

“I love you too, Serge.” – He says, fully exposing his most vulnerable side.

The romantic moment is interrupted when Sandrine starts barking, drawing the owners' attention, looking excited. The image of two adorable animals makes them smile even more, and soon after they got up and walked towards the room where the meals were taken.

Little Genevieve was carried by Serge, while Sandrine walked quickly as she explored the environment. That would no doubt be a Christmas to remember, now that they would have their pets’ company every day of the year.

The snow continued to fall gently on the windowsill, the cold was not already more of a concern, as in addition to being warm indoors, their hearts were kept warm knowing they had each other.

Words that used to mean nothing,

Now mean everything.

The lights mix in the hallways,

They make me feel the cold December air.

There's nothing you can do to make this more perfect,

It's more than I ever had, you're everything I ever wanted.

The End

Written by KimKymury, thank you for reading.

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