#i have so many thoughts about this tho and how scara sees niwa & the young boy in his own son

[qingxin-dream]

god idk why but every time i see art like this it makes me wonder how scara would feel if he had a child.

he had always wanted control of his own fate, to fulfill what he believed was his purpose. yet, the universe seemed adamant in proving him wrong again and again. after deciding to repent for his sins as the wanderer, he never anticipated that nahida’s subtle encouragement for him to make friends would ultimately bloom into romance with you of all humans.

you were unbelievably patient with him, slowly penetrating the barriers entombed around his heart. frankly, even you weren’t expecting to become so close with someone like him, but given the circumstances how could you not? his struggles resonated deeply within you, finding a similar sorrow and yearning flickering in your own soul.

it was breathtaking—a kind of soft, speechless reverence—in how you completed each other. scara truly believed he did not deserve you or this fuzzy warmth in his chest that felt strangely like… home. a sense of belonging and meaning.

a place which he never had to call his own, until now.

he would be damned if he ever let anything happen to you. so, you can imagine the confusion and pure worry etched into his divine features when you first experience morning sickness.

honestly, this painful reminder of your mortality caused so many buried fears to open like fresh wounds. you were family, just like niwa and all those who came before, and you too would inevitably succumb to your humanity in a final act of betrayal.

just as your lover had become lost in the depths of his own grief, you managed to pull him to the surface with a single little revelation. one that would defy the laws of this pitiful universe, but perhaps fate does not play by its own rules.

your hand hesitated to caress your bare stomach with uncertainty while the other trembled with a small pink stick. the puppet glanced at the screen on the unknown device. pregnant.

who was he to be given the miraculous power to create life?

no one. nothing.

but amid the ashes of his former self, his heart found hope in rebirth. in raising a fledgling of his own to nurture and care for in ways he could only have dreamed of. in loving you and his newfound family.

art credits: @/__marmochi on twitter