They were both laughing, the air around them light and warm.
Lute fell down, with Wallenstein on top of him. Uncharacteristically, he threw himself into a hug. Lute was trying to catch his breath, but he had stars in his eyes, and his smile was so big. He melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Wallenstein’s neck. Lute’s eyes widened in surprise, but his eyelids gently closed. And today might as well be the last day that he may see Lute in stable condition. His world was crumbling around him, slowly, day by day. He couldn’t stand to look at Wallenstein’s sad face. I’m sorry.” Lute’s eyes traveled downwards, staring down at the flowers in front of him. I thought I would be okay, but I was wrong. “The accident was too much for me to handle. I thou-“ “Some things just cannot be cured with medicine.” He interrupted Wallenstein, looking away. Sometimes, I forget who you are.” Lute’s voice was dripping with sadness. “Valentine, my memory is quickly fading away. Wallenstein loved how Lute’s red eyes shone in the sunset. Lute placed the red tulip between Wallenstein’s ear. So.I figured you wouldn’t get to see this.” The alchemist picked a tulip from the ground and immediately dropped an elixir onto the spot, bringing the flower back to life again. You never go outside much, and I know you’re not on good terms with Avies. “I just wanted to have a chance to show it to you. “Very much so, Lute.” Wallenstein replied, a gentle grin on his face. Very romantic, don’t you think?” He flashed his smile. “Isn’t it beautiful? The sky is fixed in a permanent sunset.
Avies’s face was just so blurry to Lute nowadays. Wallenstein knew one of his spells might be coming up. “Avian showed me this place, long ago.” Lute said, placing his arms behind him to lean back. They both sat down, Lute sitting criss-crossed, and Wallenstein on his knees. He took his hand and led him to the field. “Are you alright?” He asked, helping him up. Lute rushed down the hill, only to fall in the process. The field was practically only tulips, lilies, and daffodils. Forget-me-nots were scattered everywhere, but however, they were a common plant anyway. It was a garden, with the most gorgeous flowers. Especially with the sunset shining on the horizon. “Come on! We’re almost.here!” Lute responded back, cheerfully as ever. His legs gave out, so he was now just using his wings. “A little walking never hurt anybody, huh?” Wallenstein said bitterly and sarcastically. He knew Wallenstein liked to take the easy way out. “Do you want to take the dra-“ “Nope! A little walking never hurt anybody.” Lute responded quickly. Wallenstein had a puzzled look on his face, but obliged and followed him anyway. “C’mon! I wanna show you something.” He said and immediately started walking. He sat up and stretched, smiling over at his travelling partner. He let the marshmallows fall into his mouth, which he ate as well. Lute looked down again, drank the entirety of his beverage in one gulp, and wiped his mouth clean. If I had a son, that is.” “You do.” “Oh.” “Whatever do you mean?” He questioned, crossing his arms. “Valentine, everyday, I feel my memory falling apart.” He said, staring down at the hot chocolate. He placed his hot chocolate down, tossing an ungodly amount of marshmallows in. I deeply appreciate it.” Lute gave a strained smile, sighing. “At least there’s still something left of your memory.” Wallenstein said humorously. And I know how much of a sweet tooth you have!” He gave Wallenstein his normal, dorky grin. Lute smiled, and leaned his head on his arm, which was resting on the table. He gave it a small sip, and found his senses overwhelmed with a calming sweetness. “That’s why I wear gloves, Lute.” Wallenstein said quietly after he took the teacup from the alchemist. “Your fingers are freezing, Valentine.” Lute said as he shook his hands to get the cold feeling off of them.