Where Can I Go From Here?

He could see that sleep was overcoming the other boy, and there was a tinge of fondness in Crucifix's eyes as he watched him fall to sleep. He had never felt such fondness and prototevness before exept with his own family. It almost astounded him how much Day had come to mean to him. Perhaps descovering that he viewed this boy as his closest friend in the world was akin to calling him family. Whatever the reason, he knew it was his intention of watching out for this boy now, this boy who stood at a smaller size and held a much greater heart.



The day had only grown later, and long stretches of shadows reached over them as Day tried to mumble out his last question. Even as he spoke his breathing seemed to change to the rthymetic tones of sleep. Crucifix bent low to Day, a smile gentle on his maw. ?I wouldn't have it any other way? he promised gently, liking the other on the forehead and curling up beside him to wait out the long night, he wasn't certain he would be able to sleep and he found that he would be right. Even as the faintest hint of dawn began to seep against the horizon he would still lie in wake, his gentle gaze switching between boy and outside world as he watched over him in his sleep.



He did not sleep for his troubled mind, of the situation Day was in, and how to find a solution here that would leave Day's heart whole and his future bright.. but.. he was finding it difficult to find such an anwer and knew he would not know how this could turn out until they had spoken with Misha. He sighed softly beneath his breath and waited for Day to awaken.