[Angie] Double Wings

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"Don't you want to run away?" Clavis stared at his face, "Julies?"

Which nerve was miswired in Kravis?

Jules stared at him dumbfounded, and murmured, "I, I just..." He took a deep breath, "I just went downstairs, it's not... no, I don't want to..."

"You're done with your official business, so you want to leave?"

"...Stop talking!" Jules snapped, and shook off the hand that was holding onto his right wrist tightly. Before the astonished, disappointed and angry expression on his face was formed, he grabbed it tightly in reverse. Grab his wrist, "just follow me."

The owner of this mansion, Klevis, has always hated talking to devices. In the entire Moonlight Mansion, only a communication device is installed on the wall of the entrance.Jules dragged Kravis down the stairs, picked up the machine with his swollen left hand, and spent a few seconds contacting Rosalia, the assistant officer of the Queen of the Universe.

His right hand still gripped Clavis' wrist, firmly.

The tone from the communicator was very calm, "Your Majesty is eating dessert and hasn't slept yet... What's wrong?"Jules?You seem to be looking for us in a hurry? '

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Have you seen the vision outside?"

'Yes.Your Majesty said that the power was stagnant... because she thought you would handle it, she didn't say anything more. '

"Well, I'll take care of it. Be careful and contact me if you need anything."

Jules put down the communicator and glanced at Clavis guiltily.

"As I said, that power is stagnant. Don't forget, I interrupted the Bowlless operation when I broke into the brick house."

"...I just... confirm His Majesty's safety. This is necessary."

"Any thing else?"

"what?"

"Since the official business is over," Clewis shook off Jules' hand this time, turned around and walked towards the stairs, "If it's okay, you can invite me."

Jules was stunned, and the word "inexplicable" circled on the tip of his tongue, barely holding back his words, "What are you doing?"

"Hmph." Following this hum, Clewis walked in without looking back, and went up the stairs in two or three steps.

"Cravis!" Could it be...Could it be that Cleves is going to be angry with him again for such a trivial matter?Will he start to hide from the world again, be autistic and lock himself in a dark room all day without seeing anyone, will he feel guilty for a few months?

This guy is too capricious!

Jules was furious, did he do something wrong just now?As the Chief Patron Saint, he was just in a hurry to go downstairs to confirm His Majesty's safety... He held up the hem of his robe and strode behind Kravis, staring at the waterfall of black hair behind him, "Since the official business is over, it means that I want to talk about private matters."

"Not interested in."

"What did you say?" Jules couldn't help clenching his fists, and then he suffered retribution... The pinched injury on his left hand was so painful that it made his eyes stare.

Clavis' footsteps paused for a moment, as if he heard a low voice that could not be restrained from the depths of Jules' throat, but then he stepped forward firmly.That guy didn't even have the intention of stopping at all, and he was not so active and decisive in doing things normally!Jules couldn't help being furious, and raised his voice towards Clavis's back, "Are you busy? Too busy to talk?"

"...Is it me?" Klevis turned slightly and glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, then continued to walk up the stairs contemptuously, "Someone rushed downstairs like a ghost bit his ass just now."

"Just now someone showed a face that was about to cry, as if I abandoned him without conscience."

Klevis sneered, "...Isn't it? You think that's the most important thing, much more important than me."

"You were supposed to come down with me."

"I was?" Klevis stood up straight in the suspended corridor on the second floor, "What are you talking about?"

Jules angrily emphasized his tone, "You are also His Majesty's patron saint, Klevis, you should be like me, put His Majesty's safety as the most important and top priority..."

"Anyway, there is no room for me to intervene in these matters..." Kravis took a deep breath, and began his rare long speech, "I am not as great as you. I will be in charge of my Dark Sacria, and other things... ...Don't you always love your duties? Those official affairs are your spiritual food, how dare I rob you? Besides official affairs, can you also accommodate private affairs in your head? "

He finished these words in one breath, squeezed his lips tightly, and looked at Jules for a while, with a strange expression on his face, as if he had been wronged.Suddenly he turned around, walked to the second floor in two or three steps, and entered his bedroom without looking back.Jules suddenly became nervous, afraid that he would lock the door again, whether it was the door to his bedroom or the door to his heart.

Without thinking about it, he followed up in three steps and two steps, stretched out his hand to grab the door panel, and looked at Clevis vigilantly.

The hand that Jules held onto the door panel was his right hand.

"I thought it was time for you to learn...don't grab the door panel with your hands."

"If you are still brooding, I will let you pinch my hand."

Clewis murmured back, "...I can't bear it."

"what?"

"I don't have such a habit." Klevis turned his head away, "What else is there? Tell me quickly."

Jules followed into the dormitory, "Private matters." He stretched out his hand to grab Clavis' shoulders, "But someone... told me to leave quickly after finishing my official business..." He exerted some strength in his hands, and forced Clavis turned around slowly, "Cleves, then, do you want to deal with those private matters? If you want me to go...I'll go now."

"You..." Cleves suddenly sighed, "You go ahead."

"I'm here to find you...Actually...I have a lot to say to you..." Jules hesitated for a moment, feeling that he was at a loss for words, and simply dragged Cleves to the only armchair in his dormitory , first let Clavis sit down properly, slowly leaned over to him, and gently raised his chin.

Clavis' bedroom was very dark, but the moonlight reflected from the window was still enough for Jules to clearly see the strange blush on Clevis's pale face.

"what?"

"First...your forehead."

"what?"

He reached out and brushed away the few black hairs scattered on Clewis' face, "When we fell from the attic, your forehead hit the door frame, remember? Doesn't it hurt?" He gently Caressing Clavis' forehead cut by the crystal, he suddenly showed a rare mischievous smile, although somewhat reluctantly, "Why are you shy?"

"……Screw you."

Jules suppressed the smile on his face, and explained in a low voice, "Because he was injured in the house without bowl, no one knows what strange arrangement he has, so I don't worry...you sit down." He found his medical box on the small coffee table, rummaged through some things, wiped off the dried blood on Clavis' forehead, and took a closer look at the wound. There was no strange color or smell , and then breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly disinfected Kravis' wound.

"Your face is still red."

"...I thought...you were going to tease me again."

"It's too much to say teasing." Jules applied a thin layer of ointment on Clavis' wound, "I don't remember ever teasing you..." He raised his chin and pointed at Clavis. The layers of robes on Weiss, "Okay, Kravis, take off your clothes."

Clewis blushed again, "...huh."

Jules looked at Kravis's stiff expression, and managed to hold back a laugh, guessing that he was probably afraid of being teased by him again, so he finally took off several layers of robes on his body coyly.The sleeveless vest-style robe he wore inside was the same as Jules himself. It was made of snow-white soft material against his black hair that fell below his knees, making him look surprisingly pale, as if revealing out of his helplessness.

The vest robe had a collar, and Kravis unbuttoned it, unbuttoned it, and loosened the collar.Seeing that he refused to take it off, Jules wanted to make fun of him, but when he saw the direction and angle of the knife wound, he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little bit." The blood that flowed out from the wound in the afternoon had dried up and glued to the robe, and was pulled by Clavis, and began to bleed slowly again.Jules looked closer, gently held the blood flow with a handkerchief, and frowned.Kravis turned his head instead, staring at his left hand, "You don't even look at your own hand..."

"It doesn't matter to me." Jules' expression sank completely, "He was going to stab your heart?"

"Ah."

He silently administered the medicine to Clavis and muttered, "Bastard..."

"Don't be angry, Jules. You pierced his throat first, and then chopped off his head..." Klevis still sneered with a three-point mocking tone, "No matter how you look at it, it's you Rather fierce."

"If it's not troublesome, I..."

"Ok?"

Now it was Jules who said coyly, "I cut him into eight pieces."

After hearing this, a very definite smile finally slowly formed on Klevis's face.Before he had time to say anything, Jules unfolded the white bandage in his hand, and suddenly added, "How can anyone treat the patron saint of the Holy Land like this."

That smile is dead again.

"...Don't you want to make me happy for a minute? Do you have to get rid of it so quickly?"

Jules murmured and lowered his head, carefully tied the wound on Clavis with the bandage on his hand, thought for a long time, and then slowly said, "I called you this afternoon, but you ignored me , go away on your own.”

"If I stayed... what would you say to me?"

"You said that we are like this, only more painful than before. I stopped you at that time, but I actually wanted to tell you..." Jules began to feel embarrassed again, "Frankly speaking, I don't know if you stopped at that time. Step down, I'll tell you something." He bit his lip, and said slowly, rather hesitantly, "What I'm thinking..."

"Do you think you will say something against your will?"

Jules shook his head again, "No. Clavis... I can't choose."

Clavis frowned and shook his head.

"I told you to forget about that and treat it as a dream...these thoughts are real. If I could do it, it would be a lot easier for me and you..."

"how is this possible?"

"You accuse me of not wanting you. I just feel in my heart... I want it..." Jules blinked his eyes hard, not letting the hot eye sockets make him look embarrassed, "I really want it, and I want you from now on ...Belongs to me, I want us to stop...just saying a few words and quarreling in such a way...I want...you to be as good as you are now..."

Kravis took his hand. "I'll treat you well if you want. You know I can."

"I know that."

"What do you want?" Kravis took Jules' right hand and put it on his cheek, "What do you want?"

"As the patron saint of His Majesty, I cannot ask for..."

"What's on your mind? What's on your mind?"

Jules was stunned for a moment, stroked Clavis' cheek, moved his fingers lightly to his lips, and said in a low voice, "We can also be very intimate, right?"

"Of course." Klevis moved his eyes down, staring at his lips, "Just now you said you weren't teasing..."

"No. I kissed you purely because... I wanted to kiss you..." Jules wanted to clarify this matter with Kravis quickly, but he hesitated and clumsily.His lips forgot the shape of the pronunciation, and only remembered the fiery kiss they had...

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