in the beginning there was light

[Aedan]

i have loved the stars too fondly

He began in darkness. Cool and quiet, safe, tucked up to his chin in sheets made of inky silk. He was created by passion and sunlight, by fire and warmth, and yet came out made of all the opposite things. Not opposite as hate is opposite to love, but as night and day are simply two half of the same thing. He is the missing piece of all that they are, his skin a blue so deep it looks black, the stars etched and glowing in his skin. He looks nothing like them, and yet he is very much the pieces of them blended into one.

The daylight is a bright thing, and he blinks, trying to blink it away. He already misses the confines of the womb, the only light that of his own glowing skin, the only sounds the murmur of his mother’s voice and the steady beating of her heart. This new world is strange, filled with color and light, sights and sounds, that all seem meaningless to him right now.

Instead he focuses on her face. It is familiar, though he has never seen his mother’s face. Yet still he knows her, can hear the echo of her heartbeat in his own. He knows the warmth of her, the smell of her, because he is of her and she is safe. She is the blanket of darkness he misses in this strange new place, and so he focuses on what he knows. For now, his world is tiny. Someday, it will be so much more. 

to be fearful of the night

aedan

@[isle] and @[magnus] here is a bad starter - I left it vague on whether he was just born or just recently born or whatever, so do with that as you will!

[magnus]

but she's bringin' the moon and stars to me -

In so many ways, his son is his physical opposite. He is darkness and quiet and the brilliance of the stars and the first time that Magnus lay his eyes on him, it took his breath away. His gold-flecked eyes had widened just slightly as he had glanced up to catch Isle’s own gaze but he had quickly looked back toward the boy on the ground—the tangle of limbs and white hair and tattoos. So otherworldly and beautiful.

The moments that pass are sweet and precious.

The moments that pass are their own.

Magnus had never imagined that he would be given the chance to have his own family again; he had never thought that he would be given a chance to fall in love with the softness of a newborn’s face and the gentleness of cradling them to your chest. He had never known just how grateful one could be for a second chance. But he finds it with Isle and he finds it with their growing family. He finds it again.

He is quiet as he watches his son and his wife, that faint glow around him expanding slightly, filling the air with its golden warmth and somehow working perfectly against the silver sheen of his son.

“What should we call him?” he finally asks, when he trusts his own voice to not betray him—when he trusts that he will be able to speak without his throat closing up. Overwhelmed with emotion, he steps forward and presses his nose into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. “He’s so beautiful.”

A soft smile, a light laugh that he breathes into her.

“He must get that from his mother.”

- Magnus

@[Aedan] & @[isle]