long black night, morning frost

you are not a grave for people to bury their pain inside
never to be remembered again

“It’s as rare here as where I grew up, then?” she huffs quietly, mouth twisted in amusement. Turning to look at the twins, a pale hand rises to gently stroke the baby soft cheek pressed against her chest. “I’m sure they’ll inherit them then.” There’s a tone of awe in her voice. What will they look like as they grow? More like her, like Remi? It amazes her that she will find out far sooner than expected.

His surprise makes him look boyish, young in ways his eyes normally betray. But while her children live and breathe, their safety and her time with them is more important than Halo. What little remains of it. “Yes. I had asked Juniper as well, but…” trailing off as a variety of words she could say tangle on her tongue, she brushes long hair over one shoulder. “It’s a good place to start over. To make a home. Where they won’t have to travel to see all of us - you, me, Vai.” They’d have a centralized family, which was the most stability and normalcy she could give them all things considered. “And it is where we are all safest.” With Remi guarding the Greatwood, she could find no better stronghold to raise them. And it was not as if she lacked wings now - the world would always be open to her if she sought to travel alone.

you are magic given physical form

Hotaru