// 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 //
Their father soothes their worries quickly and Azrael does manage to spark a small smile on their face at the confirmation from him that they’re valuable. “I won’t, papa.” They won’t let anyone tell them they’re lesser for being who they are. That much is slowly being instilled in them day after day. And it’s something that they plan to cling to, especially if and when things get difficult as Bastien has said it would.
But they slip in close to their father, his arm slipping around their shoulders and Azrael tucks themself in close beside Bastien, resting their head on their father’s chest. “And we have the Voice.” They say softly, leaning into the kiss pressed to their forehead, a child soothed by their father’s words even if the topics were harsh. Their arms slip around Bastien, giving a light squeeze, considering everything that was to come. “I talked to Aamu and he asked if I’ve bit anyone yet. I haven’t, though, and he said that maybe I should do the first one with someone I trust… Because it’s overwhelming.” They shift their head to let their sapphire ringed ochre gaze lift to their father’s own. “Do you think that’s a good idea, too?”
But they slip in close to their father, his arm slipping around their shoulders and Azrael tucks themself in close beside Bastien, resting their head on their father’s chest. “And we have the Voice.” They say softly, leaning into the kiss pressed to their forehead, a child soothed by their father’s words even if the topics were harsh. Their arms slip around Bastien, giving a light squeeze, considering everything that was to come. “I talked to Aamu and he asked if I’ve bit anyone yet. I haven’t, though, and he said that maybe I should do the first one with someone I trust… Because it’s overwhelming.” They shift their head to let their sapphire ringed ochre gaze lift to their father’s own. “Do you think that’s a good idea, too?”
Azrael
