Chapter 663: Side Story 2. Dance of Flame and Shadow - 22
Agni woke up with a start, feeling his heart beating fast for a few seconds before finally blinking. When his eyes registered the brown hair strewn across his stretched-out arm, he let out a relieved sigh.
The brown hair wasn’t as long and messy as in his dream, getting matured with the owner’s age. But it was still fluffy and felt nice every time Agni buried his face there. Sadly, he couldn’t call the younger man ’squirrel’ anymore--a banned word aside from ’kid’.
Oh, well--a smile price for getting him back. Agni smiled in satisfaction and pulled the sleeping man closer to him, ruffling the short brown hair. A lot of time had passed, and that young, delicate face had turned sharper, rougher, with several scars that would be visible under the sun. Those once sparkling eyes had turned deeper and number, and yet...they still warmed him like nothing could.
"Hmm..." Agni smiled wider and leaned down to kiss the scout’s eyelids.
It had been fourteen years, so he had forgotten how awful it was in the past. Looking at the persistent younger man who dragged him all the way into marriage, Agni couldn’t be more thankful. From the eyelids, his kiss traveled down to the firm cheek and thinly stubbled jaw.
"I told you I’m not doing it again," a hoarse voice scolded him, lower than what it used to be in the past.
Agni felt a bit guilty about influencing this kid to be a smoker. Nolan must be rolling in his grave. Heh--whatever; would it be worse than knowing his son becoming his rowdiest subordinate’s husband? He might have failed to protect this kid from making a foolish decision, but...he should be able to fulfill it now for the rest of his life.
He leaned down and kissed the protesting lips softly, prompting the sleepy brown eyes to open in confusion. For someone he thought would be pouncing on him, the berserker was kissing him softly, full of affection instead of lust.
How weird.
"...what’s wrong?" Ron grasped the berserker’s face and stared into the fuzzy dark eyes. They were slightly reddened as if the older man was just crying. "Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yeah..."