#〈 ─ ✧ ‵ a warm ‚ hazy – gold kind of beautiful / visage . 〉

[fairy-verse]

i'm kind of curious now, what would happen if say- lumin were to somehow meet the past version of his mother? not nightlight exactly, but the version of nightmare fresh from the.. situation. maybe minutes, days or months after what happened - how would lumin react to seeing/meeting a version of his mother where the wound is still fresh, bleeding and festering?

(could not send in ask without saying how much i love this darling au btw<33 you've both done such an amazing job on every single aspect, and it really does feel like finding a random diamond when browsing the on-sale veggies section of the dollar store /positive)

Thank you <3

Grief was not yet something the young fairy of autumn and spring had encountered, but as he watched the visage created by the spray of a turquoise waterfall, he could, for lack of a better word, sense what the meaning of grief could mean. Hazy images of his mother played before him like a dancing aurora borealis upon the skies, yet this was not of great beauty but instead of horrors even Lumin could not fully comprehend.

His mother sat on the ground, silvery tears trickling from her left eye. The right one wept an iridescent river as the cracks bled uncontrollably, still fresh from the assault. Her bones, her ecto… all were bruised and riddled with fresh marks of cruel hands.

The scene changed, and now Nightmare was huddled within the first chamber of his growing underground nest. He appeared frightened, breath ragged and short, and he clutched at his head as his wings quivered and morphed between shapes of beauty and terror. Shapes of gold, ice, and flowers approached, wishing to comfort their autumn firstborn, but Nightmare lashed out and bid them “Go away!”

Lumin blinked, and the scene changed again. Now his mother sat upon a throne of root and crystal, a familiar room clearly visible, and though Nightmare appeared indifferent he seemed all together pitiful and lonesome upon his throne. A hand rested upon his belly, and he spoke a few words Lumin could not hear, yet he understood them, nonetheless.

It wasn’t often Lumin wept. He’d done so a few times as a young faerling, and even then, it had only been because of brief moments of fear and uncertainty. But now… Now he silently wept as he approached his mother upon her mighty throne. She quickly straightened at the sight of him, alarmed and concerned by his tears. No words left him as he crawled upon her lap and settled against her like he’d done so many times when he was small.

He was still small compared to her.

She held him, arms warm and secure around him, her voice deep and comforting. She ceased her questioning and instead only held him, allowing him the moment to weep as his thoughts flowed like a river on fire. He felt no anger upon what he’d seen, neither any fear, but only a sorrow so great it weighed at his soul and made him feel weak and tired. And with his head upon his mother’s breast, he watched as her wings enveloped him, the beautiful colours hidden beneath a blanket of black free for only him to see.

Naught was to be done with the past, it wasn’t something to dwell on lest he wished to lose himself to agony, but still, he wished he could ease its consequences. Perhaps his presence was good enough, perhaps he only needed to be with his mother to ease her mind and soul, but staying with her he could not do; not forever. However, for now, he would soothe his aching need for travel and instead lose himself a brief moment in time to be with his mother, and as her gentle hand came to tenderly wipe at his cheeks, he smiled, ever so little.

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