not quite meet the parents

Void was well aware of the fragile balance that held the three siblings together. They all had traumas and horrors to struggle through, but he felt like his siblings were especially sensitive. He knew very well how sweet and caring Plague truly was, but there was no way for Spirit or Gloom to have that knowledge. He was already kicking himself for not thinking to tell them about the man sooner but he tried to take comfort in Plague’s presence despite the nervousness in his belly. His own emotions wouldn’t help brother or sister during this introduction.

Void slowly entered the clearing, leading Plague in to meet his timid siblings. The Abraxas man showed his picture perfect manners with a brief introduction and lowered head. Void couldn’t help the grin on his face as blue and lavender eyes shifted from his ivory features to Spirit as he spoke up in return. Even as Spirit’s returned greeting reached his ears Void didn’t miss how Gloom fell to the ground.

She was one of his greatest sources of hope. Hope that they would be able to bring their mother and lost siblings home. She made progress in leaps and bounds, but in that moment she returned to the same state she’d been in before they left Abaven. The sight of her like that put tears into his own eyes and there was no hesitation as he rushed to her side. Her smaller form had always fit well against his bigger frame, and Void made the attempt to wrap himself around her in affectionate support. What else could he do? There was no rationalizing with irrational fear.