everything has its wonders
The gold and the lilac are marred by the storm of the Star's subconscious; a blooming black cloud on the horizon that threatens to swallow it all, and he buries his hands deeper in his pockets at the suggestion that Amalia will leave the dream alone (and the less said about his thoughts regarding her taking their child, the better). "That isn't how it works," he mutters softly, taking a breath and focusing on his emotions, bitter as they might be. Regardless, they still fracture out of him in waves of starlight, and it's this that will eventually bring them into wakefulness.
Ronin begins to walk, trusting them to follow his light, until the hazy depth of the dreamworld starts to fade to the clarity of wakefulness. The Star's eyes blink open and he rubs at his forehead, carefully sitting himself up to perch on the end of the bed. He props his elbows on his knees, patiently waiting for Amalia to take her leave before he can speak with his husband.
Ronin begins to walk, trusting them to follow his light, until the hazy depth of the dreamworld starts to fade to the clarity of wakefulness. The Star's eyes blink open and he rubs at his forehead, carefully sitting himself up to perch on the end of the bed. He props his elbows on his knees, patiently waiting for Amalia to take her leave before he can speak with his husband.
even darkness and silence
