Azrael
i wouldn't know where to start
'sweet music' playing 'in the dark'
'sweet music' playing 'in the dark'
There had been some recovery period once LongNight had ended. Why, might you ask? Because in their attempts to try and heal their family… Well, they’d blacked out. They’d malfunctioned and everything had gone black and they were prone and useless if it weren’t for their father. And for a new child? A new adult that is met when the sun finally rises again? Well, that was a terrifying feeling.
It was something they’d never wished to do again if ever given the chance.
And it was a terror that they were still coming to grips with, running through their system scans over and over again in the hopes it wouldn’t happen again. Yet, here they were, alive thankfully, and as grown physically as they can be. So they tread down the stairs of the Artist’s Sanctuary, seeking out their father with bright brown and blue hued eyes, standing just a few inches shorter than Bastien now with that final growth spurt that had overcome them the last few weeks of Deepfrost. “Papa, are you painting?” They call out as they descend the stairs, ducking their head into the main room where their father typically kept his easel.
It was something they’d never wished to do again if ever given the chance.
And it was a terror that they were still coming to grips with, running through their system scans over and over again in the hopes it wouldn’t happen again. Yet, here they were, alive thankfully, and as grown physically as they can be. So they tread down the stairs of the Artist’s Sanctuary, seeking out their father with bright brown and blue hued eyes, standing just a few inches shorter than Bastien now with that final growth spurt that had overcome them the last few weeks of Deepfrost. “Papa, are you painting?” They call out as they descend the stairs, ducking their head into the main room where their father typically kept his easel.
be still 'my foolish heart'
don't ruin this on me
don't ruin this on me
