bring me the horizon

The season was changing, and he was expecting any day the news that they could move. He was whistling happy, like a fool, when Deathbelle found him. He gave her a great big smile, and stepped closer, wrapping her into a bear hug, and rubbing his head against her neck before he released her and stepped back. “Little Phoenix” he returned.

“Think we’ll be home in our chosen lands before my children arrive?” his eyes were dancing, waiting for the shoe to drop and have her realise what this meant. What he had finally been waiting for. He was excited about more than just the move, through that was a great joy inside of him as well.