although this world is made of fearsome beasts that bark and bite
we were born to put these creatures through one hell of a fight
Fiero is a son of another time—another life, another version of him.
He is the cherished, adored lovechild between him and Joelle. The first woman to score his heart. The first and only woman during his first life. The one who has, arguably, left the largest hole in him. Her love and her death has been the single most defining moment of his lives; it is the gravity that tethers him and the ocean that ultimately carves him, winding its fingers through the caverns of his heart, his soul.
It has been years since Magnus has seen his autumn child though—now a man, he knows—and his heart nearly stops when he sees his forlorn, bruised eyes. He has so much of his mother in him that it makes Magnus ache. Makes him wonder what his life would be like if Joelle had crawled from the sea with him.
Would he still have these stones in his chest?
Would he have been content to live out his new lease on life in the shadows with her?
But such questions don’t matter because he had risen alone—has lived alone, even when surrounded by his fellow kingdom members and friends. They rise and fall in the same breath and he turns his mind toward the golden boy, hurrying to his side and embracing him. He draws in forward, breathing in that wild scent and closing his eyes. “Fiero,” his whiskey voice is thick with emotion, Magnus never having been ashamed to show the full, scarred breadth of his heart. “I have missed you so.”
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