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Lullaby by Sleeping At Last“— Goodnight, goodnight / My sweet little one.Tomorrow your eyes / They will light up the sun.— “
In his dreams he remembers his mother with crystalline tear drops in her eyes, falling slowly, and quietly. There is no one to help, so she takes her pains and sorrows in stride, without need to scream. She is a soft-spoken woman, like a goddess descended from the moon and her voice only rises in his defense. These are the dreams he hates the most, he prefers the ones where his father scorches him with licks of flame. Shouto remembers he’s always afraid to look up, it is difficult to breathe, heat stifling, and his heart stuttering weakly in his chest.
There are other dreams as well.
The moonlight paints splotches on his bedroom floor, his father is far from home, and his mother is near. She balances him, two small legs stepping on hers as she leads him around in dancing circles. Her grip is firm, ( she’ll never let him fall ) - but she is gentle, and she is smiling. He knows she’s not a singer, but her voice is still beautiful to him. Her lullabies fill the room, somnolent and low. It is nothing like the harsh volume his father brings, where he shakes the Earth with each word, but he thinks if she asked, the oceans would part for her and mountains would bow.
“Shouto,” she says, sweeping him upwards, because mothers are strong. He knows this because, even though his father makes her cry, she always gets up again, to block the path between himself and hellfire like the hero she is. “My sweet little one,” she whispers kissing his forehead, only on the right side. “Tomorrow your eyes, they will light up the sun."
