Liesonata's Book

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--------------------------------------------- “On His Lap”

(Silver x Charon)

It was a warm afternoon at the training grounds, a gentle breeze drifting by. Charon was just about to sit down on the long bench when Silver suddenly reached out, slipping an arm around their waist with practiced ease.

“Ah—”

Before Charon could react, their calm, quiet figure was pulled down onto Silver’s sturdy lap. Silver adjusted them slightly so they sat securely, his hands settling neatly as if this were the most natural thing in the world.

Charon turned their gaze toward him, expression composed yet clearly asking, “What are you doing?”

Silver blinked slowly and answered in his usual calm tone,

“The bench is harder than my lap… Sitting here should be more comfortable.”

Charon: “…”

(…Honestly, his lap is just as hard. All muscle, nothing soft at all…)

Lowering his eyes a little, Silver shifted his hold on Charon’s waist to steady them and continued gently,

“Besides… this way, I can make sure you don’t start eating random things in the middle of the training grounds.”

Charon looked at Silver’s earnest, guileless face, and found no reason to argue. In the end, they simply stayed still on his lap, saying nothing more.

Seeing that Charon didn’t move away, Silver allowed the faintest smile to tug at his lips—something rare for him. The breeze whispered past, the silence settling warmly between them, though Silver’s heartbeat pounded louder than it should have.

…While Charon thought only one thing:

Finally Done!

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Age: Unknown

Gender: None

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"Charon's Gift"

(Charon x Silver)

Silver regained consciousness only to realize that both his hands were tied with a bright red ribbon, and worse yet, he was slung over someone’s shoulder like a large gift box.

“Wait… What’s going on?” he mumbled, confused and flushed, as the faint scent of some oddly familiar flowers tickled his nose.

The one carrying him, who else could it be?

Charon, clad in a black veil adorned with intricate golden embroidery, strode silently through the dormitory halls. They said nothing, but something about their gait… radiated a strange determination.

“Charon…?”

Silver called softly, but the smaller figure didn’t respond. They just kept walking forward, face hidden beneath their veil, like they were genuinely set on kidnapping him back to their room.

“If you’re jealous, just say it,” Silver muttered, but before he could finish, the soft whoosh of their veil brushing the air seemed to answer for them.

Once they reached the room, Charon gently set him down on the sofa. With slow, careful hands, they untied the ribbon around his wrists, still refusing to utter a single word. That silence was getting suspicious.

Silver leaned closer.

“Charon, is something wrong?”

"..."

Charon was quiet for a long moment. Then, they pulled out a magic pen, scribbled something on a piece of paper, and firmly stuck it to his chest.

Just one word:

[Mine]

Silver froze for a second before letting out a soft laugh and pulling them into a warm hug.

“Walk You Home”

Silver x Charon

The evening stretched on in the quiet library, filled only with the sound of pages turning and pencils scribbling across notebooks.

At a dimly lit table by the window sat two students side by side, one completely focused on the book in front of them, and the other… unable to stop sneaking glances at their companion's profile.

Silver blinked slowly, telling himself, “Just resting my eyes…”

But truth be told, he hadn’t looked away from Charon since they started studying.

Charon kept reading, unaware of the quietly flustered boy beside them.

“…"

“Did you get this part?” Charon lifted their gaze slightly and passed a note.

“Y-Yeah!” Silver jolted a little but quickly took the paper, trying not to seem like he’d totally spaced out.

“I got it. Thanks, Charon…”

They nodded softly and began packing up their things without another word.

Silver looked out the window.

“…Wait, it's already dark?”

“Mhm…” they replied, adjusting the veil draped over their shoulders.

“Guess we both lost track of time.”

Silver stood up quickly.

“I’ll walk you back.”

Charon blinked and paused.

“…It’s okay. I can go on my own.”

“I don’t think so, it’s really dark.” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“…I just wouldn’t feel right if you walked alone.”

They stared at him quietly for two seconds, then nodded.

“…Alright.”

They walked side by side through the empty corridors of the college, the path ahead quiet and dimly lit.

Silver wanted to say something... anything... but couldn’t quite find the words.

Charon’s steps were steady, their veil fluttering gently in the night breeze.

“…"

“…"

He glanced at them again, then spoke, without really thinking it through.

“You… look good in the nighttime.”

Charon stopped walking.

“Ah, not like you look like a monster or anything!” he waved his hands defensively, face heating up.

“I mean… you seem calm. Still. Like you belong under the moonlight…”

They blinked.

And spoke in a voice calm, but somehow gentler than before.

“…Then maybe we’re meant to live in someone’s dream.”

Silver froze.

His heart skipped a beat.

“…You know?”

Charon said nothing. They started walking again.

“Charon…” he called softly.

“…Just getting to walk beside you like this—it’s enough for me.”

They stopped in front of the old Ramshackle dorm, leaning lightly against the iron fence.

“…You talk like I’m some distant figure,” they said, meeting his eyes.

“But truth is… I’m just a person.”

Silver smiled faintly.

“That’s even better, because I plan to write your name on every page of the story I’m living.”

Charon looked at him for a moment more.

Then quietly said,

“…Good night, Silver.”

Commission by Kipzaaaa (again)

"Asleep in the Air" (Charon x Silver)

"Can I practice carrying you?" Charon's voice echoed in the middle of the classroom as everyone else began to leave.

"Huh?" Silver frowned slightly. "Carry? Carry who?"

"Carry you," Charon replied briefly, before slowly bending down.

Silver blinked a few times. "…Why do you need to carry me?"

"In case it's necessary in the future," Charon continued in their calm voice. "Like when you injure your leg, or lose energy, or if you faint in the middle of the street."

"Oh…" Silver nodded, as if he understood, but still looked confused. "...But I'm not fainting, though."

"Just practicing," Charon said, and without waiting for any more questions, they lifted him into their arms in a princess carry.

"Whoa, hey!? Wait a minute!" Silver cried out, his arms reaching around their neck in panic, before gradually calming down. "I'm floating. I'm really floating."

Charon sighed quietly, walking around the room with confidence. "As I said, it's just practice."

Less than a minute later, Silver fell silent. Charon glanced down at him.

…And they found that Silver had actually fallen asleep in their arms. His face looked... peaceful? Like a little kitten that had just played until it was exhausted.

"..." Charon paused for a moment before allowing a faint smile to tug at the corner of their lips. "Didn't even have time to sing a lullaby."

This is something I went to commission a long time ago. I'll just put my delulu here, enjoy!

"Something That Belongs to Me"

(Silver x Charon)

“Silver, look at this.”

Charon held out a small plush keychain for him to see. It was a doll made to resemble them—the hairstyle, the eyes hidden beneath their hood and mask, and even the uniform closely matched that of Night Raven College.

Silver blinked slowly before taking the keychain into his hand. He stared at it with his usual calm expression, but his fingertips traced the fabric so delicately that it felt almost reverent.

“It’s cute,” he murmured softly.

“Papa had it custom-made and sent it to me,” Charon chuckled lightly before reaching out to take the keychain back.

But—

Silver didn’t return it. Instead, he tightened his grip around it, as if it was too precious to let go.

Beneath their mask, Charon blinked in confusion. “Silver?”

“…Can I keep it?”

They froze at his words. Silver didn’t ask with a pleading tone; his voice was firm, resolute, as if he had already decided that he wouldn’t return it.

“Eh? But I just wanted to show it to you—”

His grip on the keychain tightened further, and he looked up at them. In his eyes, they could see their own reflection.

“I want to keep it,” he repeated.

For a moment, Charon felt as though time had stopped. Silver wasn’t the type to demand things from others. But this time, he was being unusually persistent. They didn’t understand what made him so attached to the keychain, but the look in his eyes made it impossible for them to refuse.

“Uhh… alright,” they sighed slightly. “If you want it that much, I’ll give it to you.”

“…Thank you.”

Silver’s voice was quiet as he lowered his gaze back to the keychain. His expression remained neutral, yet a faint trace of satisfaction lingered beneath it.

He gently pressed the plush against his chest before carefully tucking it away into his pocket, treating it as though it were a priceless treasure.

Charon couldn’t help but ask, “Why do you seem so possessive of it?”

Silver didn’t answer right away. He simply lifted his head to look at them, his gaze steady, before speaking in a quiet voice.

“…Because it’s you.”

It felt as if time stood still for Charon.

What did he mean by that?

Silver offered no further explanation. He merely touched the pocket where the keychain rested, his fingers brushing over it as if ensuring it was still there—like it was something he could never afford to lose.

Scratching their head, Charon let out a small sigh. “Well… if you like it, then that’s fine, I guess.”

Silver gave a small nod before looking at them again. His gaze was still gentle, but beneath that warmth, they could sense something else hidden within.