and the sky was littered with the corpses of stars
They still don’t have much to offer, not in the means of singing. But they can at least dance, to put the bag over the side of their shoulder, to grasp onto Mabel’s hand and Aamu’s, to try and break him free from the icy prison he’d locked himself into, to try and free Mabel of the grief of losing everything (despite them not knowing this). They were all a part of their family, after all. The Ascended family that Azrael has been born into, has been born to believe is everything.And Mabel? Mabel had been with them since they were made, Aamu a welcome newcomer they haven’t officially met before. They wish they could help alleviate the pain in the haunting melody that stirs up, they wish they could try and help ease everything else that affected their companions. But they can’t, and so they offer the only thing they can – this dance.
Their fingers tighten in their innocent attempt to soothe Aamu, while the hand within Mabel’s tugs her a fraction closer into their little circle, hay falling out of the bag they’d brought with them as they bound. It’s beautiful – haunting, but beautiful. They wish they could do so much more.
this one night, i saw a million lightyears pass
Azrael
