He takes Signless arms, smiling warmly, blown away again and always at how far they've come. The further they get, the easier it will be. He lifts each wrist one at a time, pressing his lips to each in the gentlest kiss. Then he grips them both and uses them to pull himself closer, laying one more kiss upon the top of his brother's head.
"Moons will turn the tide, ILLUMINATE THE SKY, dazzling the midnight hues, THAT DID BELONG TO I. At thine whims forever, THOUGH DARK ENGULFS THE LIGHT, Phases past and all shall rise, MY DEAR BELOVED MINE."
He speaks the poem, soft as he's able (which isn't all much, but the attempt is there). There's something about it, a sort of lyrical quality, that suggest it was meant to be sung.
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"Moons will turn the tide,
ILLUMINATE THE SKY,
dazzling the midnight hues,
THAT DID BELONG TO I.
At thine whims forever,
THOUGH DARK ENGULFS THE LIGHT,
Phases past and all shall rise,
MY DEAR BELOVED MINE."
He speaks the poem, soft as he's able (which isn't all much, but the attempt is there). There's something about it, a sort of lyrical quality, that suggest it was meant to be sung.