girl, come resurrect him to the sky

As time dragged on, it became more and more clear to Dread that it was the two of them against the world. The two ofthem against everything that wanted so desperately to see them fail. It's a world full of structure, full of rigid bastards who think they're right and nothing more-- rose colored glasses snapped. Nearly fucking dorwning before your third birthday would do it, along with the dozen other lives it feels like he's lived. Turning his back, walking away, once and for all. Strange, but freeing. Like he'd cast off shackles, like he'd broken chains.

Both of them needed a break. Needed space. Needed to get away, at least for a little while. Away from pack life, away from their responsibilities. Reclusing themselves to the far north, to the true north, to the last place they'd been before things had gone to shit. It's just for a few days, sure, but they need privacy. Space away from prying eyes, space to scheme all to themselves.

Slipping into the ice encrusted cathedral is a welcome reprieve from the frigid hike, but it's well worth it. Dread is quick to uncover the things they've stashed in the past, including the dusty bottles of communion wine. Spreading the things from his rolled pack and setting up to get snowed in together... hell, there's a reason he likes it up here. Solitude and space, and a place he can be himself. They can be themselves. Even if exactly what that is has changed somewhat, Dread is still so grateful for it.

"Dread"