Melody + Sleep -kakuretatsuki
āHear that, Sev? Mother and Father have a moment to themselves, so theyāre performing the song that brought them together. Have you heard it? Theā¦ The story, I meanā¦ā
The soft harmony of the harp duet graces their home, delicate perfection - practiced time and time again - within the strings. Itās one thing Mother truly is certain about, and itās one thing that gives Father confidence. Perhaps he should give it a try one day, this thing that brought his parents together. Thereās love in the tunes, the way they synchronize, a world yet left to hear it.
There hasnāt been a lot of time lately to have this sort of moment, not with his parents, at least. Motherās almost always out on active duty, and Father often takes his steed and runs such a case too. He worries, for Severaās sake, for his sake, for his parentsā alliesā sake, that theyāll always come home to them, but these fights are tricky.
Naga, please, let music like this mark itās end.
Warin closes his eyes, giving a soft, small smile as he continues to allow the tune to fill his ears. āBig Brother here will tell you all he knows on Mother and Fatherās story from the pastā¦ā And then time passes for the children, animated through sleepiness the tale reaches, and Cordelia and Stahl end up having to scoop the both of them up and bring them to their proper beds.
As the days pass, often with the two siblings sticking together, should the time allow them. But sometimes, they end up under different roofs, Severa with Inigo, with Noire, with Cynthia, and Warin with Kjelle, with Laurent, with Owain. Still, even on sorts of days, even with doom so much closer, he still holds onto the sweet strings of his parents, the clumsy, frustrated pulls of Severa as she tries to learn the basics. Why, itās those sorts of things that instill his laughter, that he reviews under the nightfall, when sleep fails to come easily.
And when his eyes shut, he can faintly hear the sound of his mother and father playing.
Years later, in a past yet fallen, Warin sits just outside of where heās meant to sleep in camp, quietly, heās joined by his sister, though words donāt come from her. Instead, she merely looks forward, upward, to the moon itself, bright and clear in the darkened sky. How distant an idea this would have been, in the realm they lived.
āHey, hear that, Sev? Even now, Mother and Father are doing what they didā¦ Performing the song that brought them together.ā Even after she yelled, even after she tried to push them away, Warin knows she loves them. He does too. The parents that filled the atmosphere with music, defended the land and sky with honor, precision.
āOne of their old harps from our world, we managed to save one, huh? Letās tryā¦ to play it sometimeā¦ā
With the comfort of this all, he manages a moment of lull, and surrounded by the melodies ever so familiar, he falls asleep.
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