05-03-2019, 03:14 PM
Ophanim
He doesn’t remember the first time he met Starsin because it feels like he was born at her side, just waiting for her to exist. Ophanim remembers telling his mother goodbye because he refused to flee from the plague without her, though. It’s easily to recall Jenova’s tearful goodbye as she kissed his face and spread her wings. He hasn’t seen her since then but he knows he could find her if he tried hard enough. Maybe he should have sought her out in his times of weakness so she could breathe some new lesson into him like she used to.
But he didn’t.
Still, Starsin speaks her forgiveness and he sighs in relief when she confesses that she still loves him and only him. He doesn’t notice the fleeting signs of pain in her face until he feels her body begin to quiver with the agony of birth. His ears stand up straight and he presses his face to hers nervously. “Starsin, are you alright? What can I do?” he asks dumbly, pacing around her anxiously as she lowers herself to the ground as her body commands. His wings ruffle and settle over and over as he searches their surroundings for.. something. Something to help her or to defend her from, he supposes.
He kisses the sweat from her brow as he finishes each lap of his incessant pacing. When Malone takes his first breath, the sun is an inch or so over the horizon and it turns the sky all orange and pink as it bids farewell to the day. The dying rays seem to set the gold of his wet body on fire while the ink black stretches of depthless stars glimmer softly in between. When their firstborn opens his eyes, they are dark like his mother’s with freckles of paler blue. Ophanim has to remind himself to breathe when he lowers his head to look at the tiny baby, all knobby knees and a scruff of mane.
The colt blinks, and the perfect black of his sclera makes his stare seem solemn despite his age. He smiles and leans into his mother’s touch as she grooms him. When she is done, he snuggles into her embrace and basks in her loving warmth. Ophanim delicately offers one last kiss against Starsin’s temple as Malone sighs contently against her chest.
The angel boy loved his other children, of course, and wanted them each to lead happy lives. But something in him roars to life at the sight of this son and he knows without thinking that he would die for this one. He would sacrifice everything for his heir. With his pale head still lowered, he presses the pink of his lips lightly to the baby’s cheek. Malone only sneezes in response before settling back against Starsin once more.