Out with the golden we sew // Rapt

[Kagerus]

kagerus

as dreams are to the sleeper, so am I to you

He comes, just as he always had, as he always will. My weak-willed boy, soft at the knees, with eyes that leave you at once powerful and doting. He's so easy to hold - so easy to grasp - so easy to ki--

Kagerus.
I look at him, but not in his eyes. It's hard enough to look over the planes of a body I once knew so intimately. That I'd loved, in some sort of twisted, shallow way. My face screws up. This should be easier. Or at least, I shouldn't have made it so damn hard with my dimwitted vanity.
What do you want?

"Our son came to meet me," I offer bluntly, not knowing how to be graceful.
"He is gorgeous, just like you." Again, my delivery is questionable. My heart squeezes, knowing that this isn't what Solace had in mind when she told me to find the father of my son, to bring him to her.
But she did ask - and as he is bound to me, so am I to her...

"I was wondering if you would want to meet my wife. Her children. Abysm. A family... Gathering." It sounds lame on my lips, and no matter how hard I try, there's no way to reanimate the corpse of this conversation.

"I'm sorry..."

@[rapt]