They are so beautiful, the little children that sit between them. Litotes thinks he cannot be more proud, chest swelling with the might a thousand soldiers busting down the doorways of a castle. He smiles, even if their situation is not ideal, even if they steal these moments in the dead of night: fate be damned, there is joy to be had in what they have created.
I know, he thinks when Starsin admits she did not know if he wanted her to come. What he wants to scream is that he thought he had made it very clear how he had felt, but that hurt rage remains bottled, and their sweet moment untouched by unadulterated nightmares (such things the parents are so wont to create).
“Yes, let’s,” Lie murmurs in agreement, twinkling gemstone eyes so sweet when they settle the star-mare. He hardly registers what else she says, but when he does, a harsh reprimand colors his eyes. Starsin may be cold, or calculating, or distant; but she has never been unforgivable. Lie thinks that if Dove is to grow up like her mother, she will be proud and strong. She will hold her head high and be untouchable; she will be able to conquer anything she wants. Still, the cremello merely frowns at her, forgetting for a moment that if she wants, she can pick through his firm disapproval.
“I love the name Draco,” he murmurs, just as the boy whips around to stare at him with piercing eyes. A tendril of fear squeezes his heart, but it quickly dissipates as the boy finds himself immersed in his father’s mind (this Litotes cannot feel, though he would be frightened if he could). “They’re incredible, Starsin. Can you believe it? Such beauty out of the mess we made.” The ruefulness in his tone is halfway joking, though he feels it clogs his throat. “Our family makes me happy.” Even if they can never be truly whole.
i don't want your pity, i just want somebody near me
guess i'm a coward, i just want to feel all right
@[Starsin] this is honestly crap
