The only language I am fluent in

Void was on his way back to Abaven for the day when he heard a sound he never believed that he would ever hear again. Interrupting thoughts of his new husband and the life they were building together, so far away from what was once home. The man somewhat evenly split his time between Abaven and the home Plague built for the two of them, leaving an open invitation to his siblings to return there with him whenever they wished. Void knew it was still hard on his siblings either way. Having him, fully, for so long and now having to share so much more. Sometimes he felt like he was split in two, and as that voice caressed his ears even more so.

Huge paws carried him forward, beaten only by Spirit as he approached what he had believed so long a ghost. How she had survived on her own, how she had avoided their searching for even longer. He could scarcely believe she was real either as he approached slowly, in disbelief. ”Mother?” He questioned softly, moving to Spirit’s side to encourage and comfort him as they moved forward together.


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