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tospititontheon · 4 years
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                                 There’s a heavy silence in the room aside from the gentle fuss of the toddler held against their chest and the soft buzz of the little lamb light sitting on the dresser. Fingers card through their hair as they rock slowly, just trying to get their little sister to settle back down after spending the last hour crying for their mother. Sitting like this was no where near comfortable, not with how they had to set their wings. 
                                 Blue eyes stare down at the messy mop of long black hair on their sister, gentle as they work out small knots in it. Another small sniffle from Andromeda causes a sigh, just when they were thinking she’d finally fallen asleep. They had patrols in the morning, but it’s already 2:30, they might as well just stay up the rest of the night and tough it out. Slowly they lean forward, pulling a hand away to open the lid of the music box they had gotten the year before. 
                                 A small smile coming to their otherwise usually blank expression as the soon to be pro near curls around the toddler, beginning to gently sing to her like their mother used to. ❛❛ Soshite tsudoishi STAR DUST. Hyakunen me no mezame ni yobarete. Otoko tachi wa mukau. Toki no suna wo koeru Journey. ❜❜
                                 Singing the opening to what had been their favorite show hurt, especially when they remember they had learned it while learning Japanese. They can remember the pride in their parent’s eyes when they were singing it the first time, the happiness of getting the music box, and everything in their chest hurts all over again, but the song continues while Andromeda’s breathing evened out. 
                                 They’re gentle as they rest her back into her crib, turning off the lamp and quietly retreating, leaving the music box to play until it’s key ran out of turns. Blue eyes burning with unshed tears as they practically stumble their way to the kitchen and flick the kettle on.
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