// 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 //
The moment of weakness has Azrael leaning in closer to their father, their arms giving him a tight squeeze as their head rests against where their father’s shoulder and chest meet. “Mama’s with us, Papa.” They confirm, looking up with eyes a mix of both Bastien and Rexanna’s in the hues of ochre and sapphire, before they let their gaze drift to the portrait Bastien had painted and left hung in their home.
Rexanna was always there in some way or another and even if Azrael hadn’t had a chance to know their mother much, they do feel as though they know her solely because of Bastien. They don’t want that to be forgotten.
As for biting, though, they feel the way their father sighs and their gaze snaps back to him. “I remember.” They say at first, watching and waiting for a bit more explanation, a bit more understanding over what it would be like. “I think I’m afraid of getting too overwhelmed…” They admit with a small frown, replicating the sigh that their father had done, for themself.
Rexanna was always there in some way or another and even if Azrael hadn’t had a chance to know their mother much, they do feel as though they know her solely because of Bastien. They don’t want that to be forgotten.
As for biting, though, they feel the way their father sighs and their gaze snaps back to him. “I remember.” They say at first, watching and waiting for a bit more explanation, a bit more understanding over what it would be like. “I think I’m afraid of getting too overwhelmed…” They admit with a small frown, replicating the sigh that their father had done, for themself.
Azrael
