and the sky was littered with the corpses of stars
Of course, they knew their father was working on something like this. Only, they’d forgotten the time to meet back, too busy gathering little items and things from the center of the town for their own projects that when they return with a handful of things – wood and metal, things to be made and crafted into something – they pause at the sudden sight of so many people.They spy Mabel, a grin shot the Ascended’s way, before they’re scampering inside and moving to deposit their things in the corner before they approach the group, nearer to their father and Mabel than anyone else. “Sorry I’m late papa.” They offer, lowering their head a fraction to peer at the paints and items out, their curls falling alongside their face as their head tilts. For a second, they peer back at Mabel. “You can come make some with me if you want!” Their hand reaching out to tug on Mabel’s sleeve (because they didn’t know that she’d died and returned to life, if anything they’d simply thought she’d taken a long vacation).
Azrael decides on the clay soon after, a quick drying sort that they snag a few modeling tools with, moving to take a seat with room for Mabel beside them, and place the clay to be crafted into something hollow and circular, little details etched within, their brows furrowing and their hand motions stopping abruptly and hovering in the air before they decide something else and smooth it out to start again.
this one night, i saw a million lightyears pass
Azrael
