// we stood, steady as the stars in the woods, so happy-hearted
and the warmth rang true inside these bones, as the old pine fell we sang //
and the warmth rang true inside these bones, as the old pine fell we sang //
For a moment, Bastien’s hesitation simply makes the pit in their stomach feel as though it yawns open widely. But they cling to everything their father says, eyes wide and understanding despite the answer that leaves them a bit more confused than they had initially sought out with. They’re silent for a moment, digesting what they’ve heard, and then their head slowly bobs in a nod. “Yeah. I understand.” They agree, mulling it over, but the more they think about it the more it makes sense.
Isn’t that what they were trying to do too? Trying to make things new and introducing new ways of doing things as well when it came to the way people lived?
So they suppose that’s answer enough, especially given the slight oily slick of horror that seeps through them at the realization that they are a target for such people, their lips shifting to form a frown as they nod. “How hard?” Their voice is quieter and they sidle toward their father, tucking themselves into Bastien’s side. “Like… Longnight hard?”
Isn’t that what they were trying to do too? Trying to make things new and introducing new ways of doing things as well when it came to the way people lived?
So they suppose that’s answer enough, especially given the slight oily slick of horror that seeps through them at the realization that they are a target for such people, their lips shifting to form a frown as they nod. “How hard?” Their voice is quieter and they sidle toward their father, tucking themselves into Bastien’s side. “Like… Longnight hard?”
Azrael
