communion

The door is hidden.

"Are you here?" César smiled, "Cantrella."

"Of course." Cantrella leaned leisurely in Cecil's chair, with his legs resting on the desk, and the rabbit was nestling in his lap, as if he was the master.

"How did you get in?" César asked as he hung up his coat.

"If you can't even open this kind of lock, what will you do when you fall into the enemy's camp?"

"So that's it, I learned a lesson."

"Oh? Then how about I teach you another lesson?" Cantrella raised his eyebrows, and appeared behind César almost instantly, pinching the back of his neck and pressing him against the wall, "Forever... Never expose your back to others."

"I understand." Cantrera's breath was close to his ears, and César was in a good mood, without any embarrassment.

"It's boring." Cantrella's tone became less serious, "Don't you struggle? Don't you call for help? Poor little girl."

"No, I think I'd be more than happy to--if it were you."

"Crazy." Cantrella let go and sat down on the table casually, "Help me remember."

"Not yet." César put his hands on Cantrella's legs, and seeing that Cantrella didn't push back, he got closer, "I still have to work, can you go to the lounge first?"

"Of course, I have enough patience to observe you." Cantrella hooked César's chin, his purple eyes were like cockroaches, glamorous and dangerous.

"My cantrella has changed a little bit" - the thought lingered in Cesar's mind, "but it's still the same..."

"My lord priest, did something good happen?" the elderly patient asked with a smile, "You seem very happy today."

"Yes, ma'am." César passed the medicine to the patient, showing a holy smile, "I have found what I have been looking for all my life."

But at this time, Mr. "My Life's Desire" was hugging the rabbit and fell into a deep sleep. For some reason, Cantrella couldn't help feeling sleepy as soon as he came to Cizer's clinic, and he wouldn't have nightmares when he fell asleep. Of course, Cantrella Trela ​​would rather insist on what César had done, rather than admit the weird sense of security that César had brought him.

So, when César finished treating the patient, he saw Cantrella's sleeping face again—it was not aggressive or even weak.

Although César had realized that Cantrella was not as defenseless and cute as he saw with the naked eye, he still chose to indulge his desire. Unsurprisingly, the moment he pressed Cantrella's cheek, his wrist was once again forcefully hold.

Cantrella's purple eyes were covered with mist, and he stared closely at the man who was as dazzling as the sea of ​​stars in front of him.

"You woke up, but it was three seconds slower than last time." César took the opportunity to sit down next to Cantrella.

"So what." Cantrella was like a proud cheetah, "Are you capable of hurting me?"

"I will never hurt you." César said softly, the affection in his eyes almost overflowing.

Cantre got goosebumps all over his body, and almost shook off Cesar's hand.

"I don't believe your promise." After a long time, Cantrera whispered.

"You don't have to believe it, but time will tell." César hugged the rabbit from Cantrella's arms, "You can ask me anything about the past."

It seems that he did not expect César to be so frank. Many questions that Cantrella thought of before could not be asked for a while—he had forgotten too much, and he didn’t know where to start. After hesitating for a while, Cantrella suddenly Ask: "I used to like rabbits?"

"I like it very much." Facing this cute question, César smiled even more.

"Have I ever had a rabbit?"

"No." César recalled effortlessly, as if everything happened yesterday. "The conditions where we live are too harsh for any small animals to survive."

"Is there such a place?" Cantrella was full of disbelief.

"Of course there are. Abandoned planets, hot and humid rainforests, and frozen continents are all places like this. You were very young at that time, and you often got into trouble because you couldn't raise rabbits."

"Awkward?" Even though he didn't know the truth and forgot everything about his childhood, Cantrera still felt a mysterious shame.

"That's right, so in order to make you happy, I made a 'rabbit' for you."

"Oh? How?"

"Use wild fruit." César said as he found an apple and a knife, skillfully cut out a rabbit apple, and handed it to Cantrella's mouth, "Do you want to eat it?"

Cantrera bit the piece of fruit almost out of habit, as if he had done this many times before.

At this point, Cantrella began to trust César a little bit, so he asked again, "You said, what is the name of the place we live in?"

"Tartaros."

"Are you kidding me? I live in hell?"

"Why not?"

"That's really interesting." Cantrella mused, "Then how did we meet?"

"You were sent to Tartarus by many people, and they asked me to accept you, so I got to know you."

"Huh? What do you mean? Can you be more explicit?"

"Sacrifice." César said calmly.

Cantrella suddenly felt that this seemingly elegant man was actually very dangerous, as if there was something extremely terrifying living in his handsome skin—just like the ghost-like eyes when they first met.

"Why sacrifice?" Cantrera asked casually, but his palms were sweating slightly.

"He went to the doctor in a hurry." César smiled again, as if recalling something interesting, "The ignorant people just escape from reality."

"Really?" Cantrella secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but put on a provocative look—like some kind of vicious cub, "It's so boring, I thought you were a ghost or something Woolen cloth."

"Who knows?" César smiled, "If necessary, I might really turn into a ghost."

"Have I ever seen you turn into a 'ghost'?"

"nature."

"Really—" Cantrella held his chin, as if he really wanted to recall César's evil ghost.

César fell silent in cooperation with him, put his arms around Cantrella's waist calmly, and pressed against each other in an extremely intimate posture, "Do you remember?"

"Tartaros, whose sky is red."

"Yes, you remember?"

"I just vaguely remember this." Cantrella frowned, as if he had a headache.

"Don't worry, you need time to take your time."

"I hope so." Cantrella pushed César away, adjusted his sitting posture, and stretched. "However, I still have a question to ask you, which has nothing to do with my memory. Will you answer it?"

"I won't refuse you." César smiled, "Forever."

"Who did you sweep the grave for on that day?"

"As expected."

"You said or not?"

"Say—but don't regret it." César still had a gentle and elegant look, but it reminded Cantrera of some kind of dark creature, and subconsciously wanted to stay away.

César grabbed his hand, and it was the first time that Cantrella intuitively felt the sub-human body temperature—like a snake, once entangled, it was impossible to break free—Cantrella suddenly Don't want to hear that answer anymore.

"I visit his grave every year." César still held Cantrella tightly and dragged him towards him until he hugged Cantrella again, "His name is... Cantrella Constantine."