Light Up, Light Up

KALT what if we rewrite the stars so you were made to be mine    His finger moved over one of the lightly drawn lines on the parchment, smoothing it and smudging it at once, creating a subtle shadowed effect. One leg hanged off of the side of the roof, the other bent at the knee with his sketch pad resting lazily on it. His guitar laid beside him, as he was indecisive and didn’t want to go back in if he wanted to play a little bit.    Since the barrier had fallen, it felt almost like there was a new energy to the world. Like there was a new freedom. Sure, he knew that they were still technically trapped, with the forest having an annoying habit of turning people around, but at least they didn’t have a bubble jail that killed them if they got too close to the edge. That was a win in his mind.    Another win… Ronin. Ashe had gotten her brother back, and everything felt like it was settling. It felt right, like it wouldn’t be dangerous to breathe easily for five minutes. So he decided to do just that.    Flicking his eyes away from the perfect rendering on paper, a slow smirk spread over his lips, as he closed his sketchbook and set it beside him. His daughter’s laughter from below gave him peace, ensuring that there was no silence, which would likely result in something broken or vandalized. Because toddlers, that’s why.    He took hold of the neck of the guitar and brought it onto his lap, quickly and quietly tuning it with soft whistles from his perfect pitch. Once again, his eyes moved to Ashe, and whether she looked his way or not, he sent a small grin her way, knowing she would feel the gentle, amorous wave down the bond. His fingers casually began plucking at the strings until he started to actually form chords, stringing them together and letting his eyes fall closed.