anyone;

[Tiphon]

We danced with monsters through the night He ran. Like a coward, like a child, Tiphon fled. The loss of his son weighed heavily on him, bringing him down into a shadow of himself. That proud soldier that he was is broken now, but there are pieces of him still holding on. Elysteria and Talulah are the glue in his heart, their love and adoration trying to mend him. Their smiles and their honeyed voices resonate through him, but he doesn’t try to find them. Although they are his light in the darkness Tiphon can’t bear to face them at this moment knowing that he left again. They come together like moths to a flame, but time and time again he fails them. A distant stare holds him at the border of the meadow. He clings tightly to his memories until they twist and darken with Tiberios’ face amidst it all. A shiver runs down the length of his spine. If only his son could still be here, among the living, but at least he is not alone in death. There, in the stars of past lives, is his mother, Miraposa. They are once again united. The prospect eases Tiphon for a fleeting moment until he remembers the maimed remnants of his son and the blood that drenched the sand. Murder. Gritting his teeth, the sentinel pulls himself from his thoughts and melts into the scenery of the meadow, joining the hundreds that roam here. Tiphon infection and starlace

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