Siegfried's room was dim. The curtain is closed and the only light that serves as a light source is the light that leaks in through that gap. Thinking this had happened before, Aria closes the door behind her back. In the room, it got dark again.
"Good morning, Master Sieg"
Like Rebecca said, Siegfried still seemed awake, elbowed to the table and dropped. Siegfried just looks down these days. With all this leaning down, you have to be blind to the beautiful eyes in the corner.
"... sorry"
That's all they say without even raising her face, and Aria swells her cheeks plumply.
"Is that it without a greeting? Or in Master Sieg, has that already become a greeting?
"Yeah...... Sorry."
Siegfried, who finally raised his face, narrows his eyes "Morning Aria". It didn't even smile. It vanished in an instant. Siegfried's gaze was poured on Aria's collar. He stares there with his rugged eyes as if trying to see through the scars he hid with his shirt.
"My hair..."
"Hair?"
The gaze on the collar is slightly off. I looked at the fluffy swinging tip of my hair and my golden eyes narrowed.
"You made it short."
"It is. It's nice to be neat, but I can't put on the ribbon that Master Sieg gave me..."
Touch the big arcing hair tip with your fingers and check the length. They say the last three centimeters are enough to be able to put your hair together.
"... sorry"
"Why are you apologizing?
"That's my fault, too, isn't it?
"I won't deny it, is that all? Wouldn't there be more to say?
"Anything else?
"The girl cut her hair. Aren't you going to compliment me on looking good or cute?
Or would it not look good after all, I dropped my shoulder and let it down. I wrap my shortened hair tip around my fingertips with gloves and reflect that I should have worked something out and decorated it without giving up after all.
"Tomorrow I'll try my best to be able to put the ribbon on"
"It's cute as it is."
"I'm not happy to be complimented like I put it on."
"It's true. Fluffy, like a doll."
An outstretched hand sweeps up a bunch of hair covering Aria's right ear. Siegfried's fingertips touched his ears as he put his curly hair to his ears. The temperature over the gloves stains the skin.
For a moment, I saw the flames shake in the back of my gold eyes. Siegfried diverts attention from body to body so as to avoid Aria's gaze. The height of Siegfried's gaze while sitting in his chair is always with him when he asks him to hold him up. And yet he rarely stares at the back of his head because he doesn't look at us.
"... you did what I told you, didn't you?
"What is it?
"What's wrong with me hurts you"
"I'm just the same...... no, maybe more than that, you hurt Master Sieg?
"It's good about me."
"It's not good. When Sieg gets hurt, there are plenty of grievers."
"I'm always the one who hurts."
Even though I hadn't seen his face, I felt like I could see Siegfried distorting his lips. A voice of self-derision is deciding to Aria's chest.
"As much as my mother... the Queen is not in the castle, Aria would have noticed, wouldn't she?
I hesitate for a moment before I snort. Because I knew that was a topic I shouldn't have touched. Historical portraits of emperors and queens are decorated in the dining room. Among them, there was no one like Siegfried's mother. That means she's still alive. That there's a reason you're alive but you can't stay here.
"I ripped it off."
Siegfried stares at his right hand. A dark shady gaze seems to be piercing himself over the gloves. It reminds me of a beautifully rounded and cut nail I saw when I met him. His nails didn't look sharp enough to hurt anyone.
"Nails and fangs are easily sharpened with a little detachment. It doesn't matter what I want."
Whoa, my right hand can grip. Just watching, I could see my nails breaking through my gloves and eating deep into my palms. Blood drips out of his strong, strongly gripped fists. When Aria attached both hands to her fist, which was hastily gripped, she finally loosened the force that was in her fist.
"I was going to twitch lightly, but when I realized it was bloody, and it was rolling on the ground"
Carefully open your fist, which remains loosely gripped, to see the four wounds that could have been made there. I was going to wrap my handkerchief around it because it was still stained with blood, and then they get away with it.
"My life was saved, but my heart was better... no. I'm in a maintenance lot all the way west of here now. We haven't seen each other in over ten years."
"Dear Sieg, the blood..."
"It's nothing like this. I, among the werewolves, heal my wounds fast. In about two days, it's gone."
"That's not the problem!
Manage to catch the escaping right hand and cover the wound with a handkerchief for each glove. If you try to force me to take my gloves off, I'm sure you'll get away with it again. By the time I made the knot out of the back of my hand, Siegfried was also made an adult but remained.
"Master Sieg should also be a little more sensitive to his wounds. If they treat me like I don't care, I'm sad."
"That's because Aria is sweet"
"Someone told me you didn't need an excuse to be nice to someone."
I felt my wide back tremble. Hold your dripping body from behind and cheek against your silver hair. Siegfried's body is always very hot. I guess the unproductive heat keeps smoking in him all the time.
"Dear Sieg is dozens of times sweeter than I am."
"I'm not nice. I can only hurt you."
"But you've come to see me, haven't you? In the middle of the night, you would have come to replace the cloth on your warmer forehead, wouldn't you? You're sweet, so you've come to see how it goes worried you, haven't you?
Because it's stuck, now Siegfried's body tremors are transmitted directly. It's like I'm crying. I wanted to do something about it, and I put my strength into my spinning arm.
"You've seen me become a beast, haven't you? That's what I am. Violent, brutal... even important things can be easily torn apart"
"How easy, it's a lie"
It can't be so hurtful and blurry and easy.
"Even Aria, you don't like it, do you? You said you didn't want to hurt or suffer. Naturally. No one hates marrying a fierce beast"
"I like the smell of beasts."
I find myself about to be pushed away, so I cling to that body wondering if it was something I would let go of even Kuchiko.
"So I don't mind if Sieg is a beast at all"
"I don't need that kindness."
"... I'll change my mind"
The words nearly clogged my throat and I took a deep breath only once. Take a deep breath, spit it out. Then finally, squeeze out the important words.
"I like you, you smell like a beast"
I fell in love that day. Without knowing there was a deeper place, it was easily dropped. In an invisible place at the bottom, Aria continues to sink all the time.
"Even if you don't like you, I like you."
With all these words, I know it won't resonate with his heart. Thoughts that still couldn't even be felt spilled from my lips over and over again. Just like in my dreams, it flowed down with tears.