With the stars as my blanket and the moon as my guide they'll carry me home wherever I may roam (I was gonna post the sun and moon tattoos that Dar has on his ankles, but I can't find the right image. Guess I'll have to draw them.) Also?
The years passed by, and Richard forgot that fateful night. Many more memories crowded in to replace that single moment of terror. Arene grew to be a smart and sweet child. Richard and Cecilia watched her grow with delight, taking pleasures in watching the last of the angel line discover the world around her
( ... )
“Where are we?” The voice was young, thin, and scared. Darian reacted automatically, pulling himself from unconsciousness to protect. It was an action that was as instinctive as breathing. He looked around, finally catching sight of the small girl huddled in the corner. He moved to get up, finding something familiar about her when pain lanced through his entire body. He bit his lip automatically in order to stifle the cry that welled up in his throat. The girl moved toward him
( ... )
The pattern continued for several days. They would explore the room, then inevitably settle in the middle of the room, bored out of their skulls. Darian would pace the room, while Arene sat in the middle, watching him. Eventually, they would share about each other, Arene much more willing to share than Darian. Hojo watched the proceedings with interest, surprised to find out that while Arene wasn’t at all uncomfortable with room, she greatly disliked the dark. Darian was the reverse; he reveled in the dark, but greatly disliked the closed space. Their wings proved to be the greatest indicator of their emotions. But Hojo wasn’t done with his two captured birds, not by a long shot.
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