The two of them sat in a golden field of wheat while children laughed and played a ways off, their sounds echoing over the flat land. In their happiness, they ignored the knight sitting with an entire real God. Nothing else mattered to them in that moment but their imaginations and joy.
Long after Derek’s body had been removed, It wasn’t able to return to the nest a single time. So It cried. It wandered and collapsed upon open fields of golden wheat, fronds dancing with the breeze as human children played a ways off—children It could swear was fate’s way of mockery.
I genuinely wonder if anyone reading the d3rking fic noticed that the Mourning King went to go grieve over Derek in the same wheat fields where It first said that It wanted to start a relationship with him in
And that children were happily laughing and playing both times :)
