and with him, was not the one laying in the earth now.

He gets up and grabs the saw which lays next to him on the ground. Time to get a Christmas tree for them.

Briefly he crouches down there and touches the ground.

"Sleep well, first love."

A moment of silence.

Somewhere along the way and in his assumed madness he had realized that the Nicki, the one who was lively -

intense sunlight wouldn't do real harm to him by now. Outside he passes the other Nicki's grave. Hearing even classical music coming from underneath the earth. -

Still in Norway and independent from any real outside events Armand has decided to move out in the very early evening, while Nicki is still sound asleep.

The last rays of sun have tickled his skin but it's of no consequence, the light isn't strong enough anymore and even more -

Snuggling into Nicki then, on their bed, he holds him in his arms. Tucking the other's head underneath his chin.
The bedroom underneath the Stars. And tonight the sky is especially clear.

"You are a precious little thing, you know...."

He takes Nicki's hand and starts to walk to their bedroom. After reaching it he lays down on the bed and pats the space next to him.

"Come here, little fluffball. Time to rest and cuddle against me."

He hums softly, yes to all the proposed and suggested things and especially getting Nicki to bed.

"Yes, I'd like to go to sleep with you but I also remember that you don't like much to be carried."

"You did bury him? Oh..."

Threading his fingers through Nicki's long hair.
What an unusual situation.

"Christmas is coming and you can take me to bed quite more often. I will also try to make new gingerbread for us."

Gently he presses his cheek against Nicki's one.

I apologize for being late. *takes him into his arms*

Did you throw your twin out of the window already?