[Miracle] East of the Sun and West of the Moon
One thousand dancing stars in the sky, Marty thought, closing his eyes. So one thousand wishes for you.
He holds the young man resting against his chest a little closer, and tilts his head to blow a soft kiss into his lover’s hair. Ilya stirs slightly, then returns to snoring on Marty.
I hope all your wishes do come true; and you know that I love you too.
Ilya’s arms are wrapped loosely around Marty’s waist, the ends crossing over each other on Marty’s hip. Long fingers unconsciously stroke the soft, pale skin underneath, tracing over a jutting hipbone.
Marty smiles sadly at the possessive gesture. He is going to miss it.
East of the sun and west of the moon, that’s where you’re going to.
Because while he knows Ilya cares for him, and used to be so afraid of losing him, he also knows that Ilya is going to be the one to leave him.
Perhaps I’ll be there too?
Perhaps.