Holy water cannot help you now ►
The world begins to soften at the edges around them as Vespera breathed dusk air over the water and the sand so that the bay was swathed in a deep purpled hue. Ossian felt the adrenalin begin to drain like air escaping through a tear in his resolve, and his muscles sang in relief as they slowly sank lower and quieter. It had been a long day, one that would remain forever etched into the halls of his memory as the day his whole world changed. The universe worked in mysterious ways, Ama had always said so, and Ossi wondered whether Fate had dealt him such a hand in the knowledge that something beautiful and untold would come of it. Or, perhaps, this was simply a chapter yet unwritten by his own unsteady quill. In, out - his breath drifted into a rhythmic pattern as he decided that it did not matter, life would wander where it wished and he was naught but a passenger.
Asterion murmured gentle, round syllables and edged nearer to press a guardian's shoulder against the drying skin of a lonely, lost child. Ossian stiffened, unused and unaccustomed to touch; even Ama had rarely embraced the star-haired boy past the first months of his life, but still, instinctively, the gesture seemed to chase away the cobwebs of angst lingering in every corner of his body. With a vernal look blessing his stark, fluid features the ocean's son smiled as though he had almost forgotten the sadness of moments ago. Wherever Ama was now, she was watching over him - he knew this with the certainty of all grief-stricken souls, and it was enough for him, for now. His lids began to droop with slumber, the exertion of the day finally taking hold, and as he listened tenderly to each word from Asterion's lips, Ossian felt more and more hopeful that everything would be okay.
“But neither of us are alone now, Ossian.”
Asterion: guardian, and very first friend. "Thank you..." came the soft whisper before sleep enveloped him into her arms.
@asterion close thread? thanks for saving him, they'll have to meet again now Mr A is REGENT! <33
Asterion murmured gentle, round syllables and edged nearer to press a guardian's shoulder against the drying skin of a lonely, lost child. Ossian stiffened, unused and unaccustomed to touch; even Ama had rarely embraced the star-haired boy past the first months of his life, but still, instinctively, the gesture seemed to chase away the cobwebs of angst lingering in every corner of his body. With a vernal look blessing his stark, fluid features the ocean's son smiled as though he had almost forgotten the sadness of moments ago. Wherever Ama was now, she was watching over him - he knew this with the certainty of all grief-stricken souls, and it was enough for him, for now. His lids began to droop with slumber, the exertion of the day finally taking hold, and as he listened tenderly to each word from Asterion's lips, Ossian felt more and more hopeful that everything would be okay.
“But neither of us are alone now, Ossian.”
Asterion: guardian, and very first friend. "Thank you..." came the soft whisper before sleep enveloped him into her arms.
@asterion close thread? thanks for saving him, they'll have to meet again now Mr A is REGENT! <33
