[private] i was catching my breath

[Rhaegor]

They light up the sky together, even in this darkness.

Dawn, Sunset, and Sunny. Their names revolt against the darkness in their very existence. Rhae thinks upon this often in the bioluminescent blue gloom of their den and does his best to remind Dawn of it, too; their mental health prospers best when they work together upon it. Strange, to think that these moments now in this eternal winter compromise some of the calmest, some of the happiest moments that he can remember.

Grief brought them together after an adulthood spent in denial over a childhood love -- but a newfound love kept them together ever since. A newfound love from which new life sprung.

Their son.

Their Sunset.

Dawn's easy sigh and weight against his side reawakens Rhaegor to the present moment, though the warm feelings which accompanied his roving thoughts remains. In front of them in their cozy den, Sunset prances about, all legs and smiles for the admiration and unconditional love presented him by his parents. Rhaegor smiles at the thought of a child raised in love, in calm; the thought reminds him of his own childhood far away in Hyaline, in his own little grotto with his own loving parents. And still, even then, with his beloved Dawn.

"He has your nose," Rhae whisper to Dawn with a grin, flicking said part with the edge of his lips. "And your beauty." Grinning wider, Rhae reaches and rumples her forelock, gratified to smell her ever familiar scent thereupon.

"But," Rhae says more loudly so that Sunset might hear, "I think he's got my spunk!" And with that, the new father lets loose a laugh that only the very closest to him get to hear: a soft sounding melody of laughter, so unlike the alien clicks that the rest of the world gets to hear.

Nay, the darkness bothers them little there, where the family of Suns lives and grows.

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@[Dawn]