Its a painting, a survivor of the fire. Covered by layers of thick, dusty curtains, it had laid dormant for all these years. That wasn't the part that drew his attention, though.
He had come here looking, looking for any trace of Auberon, of Jordam. Of his family.
And instead of one, or two, he found all of them.
Auberon. Jordam. And even Chronos. The old, chronos.
The smile on his face, the one painted into the canvas, seems to almost mock him.
"This is what you could have had", the painted version of him seems to say. "This is what you destroyed, with your own hands."
His heart aches. But he can't look away.
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HEY HAPPY BIRTHDAY KC, HOPE IT WAS A GOOD ONE!! Shhhhhh its technically on time bcs its still the 13th here
Levi belongs to @13thcat, Jordam belongs to @ajitated, and uh. This version of clockwork is kinda mine i guess? Auberon is my oc.
