[softly confirming, even as he runs his fingers through itsuki's hair on repeat - it's hard to say whether it's to soothe itsuki, or for buzen to just have an excuse to keep touching him.
to remember the softness of this moment even as memories begin to creep into the back of his mind]
Under the sunbeams in the morning, In the warmth of the afternoon, I wonder if the Lord Jesus was with me then? If so, I wonder where He was at night? In your dreams, you can meet Him. Ororon, ororon, ororonbai.
[his voice is steady as he recalls that song that emosaku would sing to himself, lost in his thoughts and grief after amakusa shirou was killed in front of him. the comfort that thinking of his heaven would bring.
buzen never sang this lullaby to meteion. it always felt just a little too sad. still he brings his hand to cup itsuki's cheek and lets his thumb run lightly underneath his eye]
Ah, dry your nightly tears and fall back asleep. Ororon, ororon, ororonbai.
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[softly confirming, even as he runs his fingers through itsuki's hair on repeat - it's hard to say whether it's to soothe itsuki, or for buzen to just have an excuse to keep touching him.
to remember the softness of this moment even as memories begin to creep into the back of his mind]
Under the sunbeams in the morning,
In the warmth of the afternoon,
I wonder if the Lord Jesus was with me then?
If so, I wonder where He was at night?
In your dreams, you can meet Him.
Ororon, ororon, ororonbai.
[his voice is steady as he recalls that song that emosaku would sing to himself, lost in his thoughts and grief after amakusa shirou was killed in front of him. the comfort that thinking of his heaven would bring.
buzen never sang this lullaby to meteion. it always felt just a little too sad. still he brings his hand to cup itsuki's cheek and lets his thumb run lightly underneath his eye]
Ah, dry your nightly tears and fall back asleep.
Ororon, ororon, ororonbai.