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Xylith was lying with his husband, Izuno, as he watched the stars. The late autumn night was chilly as the wind blew. Xylith knew that Izuno had always loved space, so on nights like these the two would go out and he would describe the sight. The thought of Izuno not being able to see his favourite sight had always made Xylith feel a type of guilt.
A guilt of not being able to protect him, not being able to stop the self destructive action, and not being able to make him love himself enough. A guilt that punched him in the gut every time he thought of it.
Xylith always just wanted to go to the past and change it, so he could see Izuno's lovely eyes again, so Izuno could see the stars he loved so much. So he could have his lover see him, see how he'd grown since youth.
"Love, you're thinking about it again, aren't you?" Izuno said, breaking the long silence that had enwrapped them. He sat up and stared blindly in the general direction of Xylith. "There's no need to dwell on it any longer, it was so long ago."
It was true, he hadn't had eyes for over a decade. He knew doing it wouldn't only affect him, but he never realised how much it would affect his future spouse. To be honest, Izuno never thought about his love life until his late teens when he got closer to Xylith. So he always felt bad when he got like this.
"I know, I just," Xylith paused, "I just wish you could see the stars again. And the world. There were so many new places we went, and you couldn't see them."
Izuno laughed softly, "Those places have a special place in my heart, anyways, Love. I know I can't see them, but being able to go places and be there with you makes everything so enjoyable." He stops talking for a second when he hears a sniffle, "and in moments like these, where you describe everything to me, I couldn't be more content."
Izuno opens his arms, ready to hug his husband to death. It takes a minute, but Xylith finally climbs into his arms and they just embrace.
They aren't sure how long they sit there, Xylith curled up on Izuno's lap, but they don't plan on parting anytime soon. Bathing in each other's presence, as the leaves rustle and wolves howl at the moon.