The grass between his hooves had become increasingly interesting as the moment ticked by, the shadows between each stalk and stem growing longer and deeper with every exhale from the horned boy’s lungs. Raglan was a child of Midnight, of wrapping himself and slinking though shadows of ink and oblivion. Watching Day grow weary and lay his great burning head in the lap of Dusk was not something that the Crow was accustomed to. Indeed, Raglan had adhered to his nocturnal habit even through his time away from Novus’ borders. What a strange thing, the waning of light as it gave way to darkness, the gentleness with which the sun was embraced by the horizon.
Raglan was never much for religion, but in that moment, he could admire - respect, even - the love between his sibling deities.
He wondered if he could beg them to open his gates, to lead him back home.
“...Raglan...?”
The male jolted out of his reverie, lean muscles tightening and the framework of his wings bunching as he blinked through his surprise. No one should have known his name, no one here in this kingdom of in-betweens and dreamless sleep. Yet, as opal eyes focused upon the amethyst splattered face from his past, Raglan felt a disbelieving smile spring to his lips. Raglan pressed one hoof forward, letting the soft press of his weight ground his body in the moment.
“Hello, Little Sinner,” The Crow’s voice had dipped lower in his absence, the single cycle that he spent away evident in the fading of boyishness from his features. Slowly - gods, ever so slowly - the Silvertongue was growing into himself. “Fancy seeing you here - I’ve noticed that our world has gotten a little shaken up in my absence.” The pegasus tried his best to keep the pain from his voice, and in this he was successful, but he could not erase the emotion from his expression.
Yet, he was glad to see the feathered male, even if the soft spoken Cynix no longer smelled of home, he was still someone that Raglan had shared memories with - as fleeting as they were. For a moment, the Crow let himself get lost in the andromeda of color splayed across Cynix’s skin, his mind drifting to kinder times in the presence of the ivory stag. Yes, Cynix was still a piece of Raglan’s fragmented home; and for the time being, that was more than enough.
@Cynix omg I’m gonna kiss your feather boy
