[private] impossible to rise

[litotes]

boy what's normal to you? 'cause that sure ain't normal to me.

What strange times we are living in, the cremello thinks to himself. He nestles within the moss of his bed, lion tail curled tightly around his side. The cave he calls home is truly a home, now; though, he does worry about the months to come. He wonders where the hell he will belong, if he will ever feel any sort of stability. He thinks he is ready to move on, but his quivering heart begs him to hold still.

Litotes cannot hold still. Even the blood in his veins vibrates with adrenaline. Some may call it PTSD, but others call it a constant high. For now, the cremello manages.

There is a certain boy he considers, a sweet face that keeps Lie from his nap. Kelynen grows quickly, but his father still longs to hold him close; so, the Archon swathes himself in shadows and carries himself to Hyaline.

Their little nook is the same as it ever was, perhaps a few new scents here and there. Trees cast long shadows and dapples of sunlight across his pale hide. Litotes peers from behind a trunk, delighted eyes studying his child from afar. Kel is the first of his kids he can truly be there for, a thought that leaves a painful lump in his throat.

“Kel!” the cremello calls as he steps from his cover. “Come here!” The smile on the stallion’s face is brilliant and loving.

and if i fall would you know that to do?
and if i'm caught up would you stay?

Litotes

@[Kelynen]