[mature] Baby, you’re a wreck;

[Aedan]

If he could read minds, he would laugh. Not at the boy, but simply at the idea of being a god. He is no such thing, certainly. Honestly, were there such things as gods at all? The faeries, but they were not beings really, just magic incarnate. There was power in the world they would never fully understand, but gods? Perhaps, but not in this life.

The boy fights, but only for a minute, and it’s weak and feeble and certainly nothing Aedan couldn’t handle. But it does not take long for the child to realize that Aedan isn’t there to hurt him but to help. He manages one word, a small ‘help’, and Aedan nods. He calls to the stars, surrounding the boy with their soft, warm light. It is not warmth, necessarily, but it is warming and comforting, and it will help keep him warm as they make the journey out of this place.

Aedan reaches down, helping the boy to stand. ”I live on an island. It is much warmer than here. Can you walk?” He waits, making sure the boy isn’t so injured that he couldn’t move. Probably Aedan could find a way to move him with the darkness that surrounds them, but he’s never actually tried such magic. ”The water there is warm too. We can get you clean.”

aedan

the night is more alive and more
richly colored than the day.

@[Zekharyah]