The Mist and the Lightning. Part 18 - стр. 4
Chapter 2
Their little world was fenced off only by unreliable rag walls, but it was warm and cozy in the tent. It smelled of aromatic resin that Valentine burned against insects, and tobacco. The floor was covered in several layers of soft skins. A small yellow-orange stone flower, suspended from the ceiling in a jar of thick glass, softly illuminated the surrounding space with a warm, dim light.
The wine in the jug ran out long ago, but they were not asleep.
“I'm going crazy with you! I’m going crazy! My little white boy, so fair! Gods, how I adore you! You are like a porcelain figurine, your hair is thick and as snow!” repeated Kors, tightly squeezing Nik in his arms, admiring his neat features, unable to calm down and fall asleep, despite the fact that it was already deep night:
“I love you with unconditional love, do you understand what it is?”
“Not really…”
“I'll explain it to you later. It is very rare in our life that someone loves us with unconditional love.”
“Does that mean just like that? Without conditions?”
“Yes! Put on your mask! Cover your face, I can no longer see such a sweet face of yours, otherwise I will now be torn apart!”
Nik immediately put on the mask, and Kors waited impatiently for him to do so, and again impulsively pulled him to himself. From the feelings that overwhelmed him and the constant fear of losing his boy, he started something like a hysteria, and tears flowed from his eyes:
“They will take you, take you from me! I know it!” He repeated, shuddering and sobbing.
“No, no, I'm not Iness, no one will steal me!”
“They will steal you! Leonardo will steal you from me! He will make you obey and serve him,” Kors didn’t let go of Nik, continuing to convulsively press his face to his chest, now covered by a mask of an unclean one convicted of murder.
“I won’t survive this!” Kors began to sway from side to side, tears continued to flow down his cheeks, he could not calm down.
Nik freed himself a little from his embrace.
“Eh, he doesn’t think about me! Leonardo doesn't know about me.”
“He will know! He will know everything, I won’t survive it!”
“Vitor, Vitor, please stop. Don’t cry, they won't take me away from you!”
“I can’t! I can't stand it!”
“Vitor, stop tearing your heart, it hurts me too! You're hurting me now too!”
“I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you!”
“I myself know how to defend myself.”
“Yes, I know how you can, I saw it…”
“There are three of us, and he is alone!”
And at the same instant Kors felt Arel’s invisible hand on his throat. The prince barely squeezed his neck and let go, as if demonstrating to Kors that he possessed the Power and could use it against their enemies. Kors looked up at him, and Arel grinned.
“Arel! Kill this black one with your touch immediately on the spot! To hell! Let's not stand on ceremony with him! Let's kill him now! Right now, Nik!”
“Vitor… you can't…”
“Are the Demons guarding him too? Eh? Order his Demon to serve you!”
“Not in this case. There are rules, and the first move must be made by a human, but he has not yet made it. And maybe he won't, he doesn't know about me. He doesn't care about me. I'm just a half-blood from Lower City, a commoner. I'm not interesting for Leonardo, not at all interesting! He doesn’t think about me and doesn’t perceive me as a person. I'm trash that he doesn't care about.”