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 Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2022 9:44 pm
Devyn was still looking at the music box when he felt Michael’s hand on his back, and he lost count of how many times Michael made him smile tonight. Briefly, he closed his eyes, and listened to the music, listened to Michael humming it, and he wondered if Michael could feel the way his muscles relaxed beneath his touch.
He would have been hypocritical if he tried to hide how many knots he had in his back after bringing up Michael’s, so he didn’t even try. Instead, he laid down on his stomach so Michael could keep his hand there, and he fluffed up his pillow so he could lay down and face Michael.
Usually, he slept on his back; he didn’t like leaving any weakness exposed, and his back was a big one.
But, he didn’t want to do anything to encourage Michael to move his hand away.
“I should be disappointed that I didn’t get to share it with you first but really, I’m just happy to hear that it helped you fall asleep when you needed some help.”
Despite its age, despite all it had been through, it still sounded the same to Devyn. His heart hurt, just a little. But, it was hard to feel sad when Michael was drawing shapes onto his back. He couldn't figure out what they were, all he could focus on was how comfortable he was with Michael’s hand at his back.
If it were anyone else, he might have been too on edge to relax; he didn’t like people at his back.
But, Michael was okay. He was special; instead of feeling tense or on high alert, Devyn was pretty sure he could have just closed his eyes and fallen asleep like that.
“I can’t wait to hear where your mother heard it first, though. Maybe she knows its name.”
Maybe it didn’t need one. But, there weren’t many mysteries he had any chance of solving, not with Alastor as it was and not with Earth having moved on so much in the past thousand years.
Maybe he was just excited to have an excuse to ask for more stories about when Michael was little.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2022 5:03 am
The more Michael thought about it, the stranger it was that a song from Alastor, and from over a thousand years ago, was the same song his mother sang to him as a child. And he couldn’t place his finger on ever hearing it anywhere else. He couldn’t remember his mother singing that song to Chris or even Peter, just him.
He kept his hand on Devyn’s back when he settled onto his stomach. And maybe, after turning the lights off with his phone, he inched just a little closer so he could reach more of Devyn’s back.
“Thank you for sharing it with me now. I’d forgotten about it,” he admitted. He was sure there were a lot of things that had slipped his mind over the years. Memories and thoughts were replaced in time, and it was hearing it again that brought the memories back.
“I’m glad you’re back,” he mumbled tiredly, keeping his hand on Devyn’s back as he closed his eyes. He could feel the knots and tension, and since Devyn was already letting him touch his back, Michael gently worked his fingers into Devyn’s muscles to try and ease them a bit more.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2022 8:23 am
Devyn could still make out Michael’s face even after the lights had been turned out, and he knew how tired he was. And yet, he was still rubbing at Devyn’s back.
Such a cheater, he wouldn’t let Devyn work out the muscles in his back but still had to do the same for him. The muscles of his face tugged into another smile, half hidden as he nuzzled into the pillow. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this comfortable. Maybe it was just because he was tired, maybe it was the music box.
Maybe it was Michael’s hand on his back.
“I’m glad I’m back, too.”
His eyes felt so heavy. He wanted to stay up and talk to Michael, but he knew they boht needed to rest, and the music box made such a compelling argument.
“Good night, Michael. Have good dreams.”
Now that he was back with Michael, Devyn wasn’t afraid of his own.
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