[ Everything has always been loud. A force to act against, a force to fight for, or with; the roar of their siblings felt rather than heard, the scream of the Radiance, the endless drumming beat of the Nightmare Heart. The endless noise of this long dream, their friends and family, their voices.
Rather than answer, or busy themselves with other fireworks, they crawl to his side, tucking themselves under his cloak. Leaning against his chest; like so many times before, when they've woken in the middle of the night, unsettled by their own memories, they sit silent and listen to the beating of his heart.
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Rather than answer, or busy themselves with other fireworks, they crawl to his side, tucking themselves under his cloak. Leaning against his chest; like so many times before, when they've woken in the middle of the night, unsettled by their own memories, they sit silent and listen to the beating of his heart.
Yes. It is difficult.
That much they have always known. ]