That's all the Red King says. He leans back in his seat, and closes his eyes.
Mikoto is honest, like Khun. A pain in the ass isn't an insult, it's just a fact, a reflection of the world through a king's eyes. Tatara trusts that view. And that Khun sees it, accepts it for what it is, and does not argue (or vehemently agree), has Tatara feel something else in his heart lock into place. He hears Khun speak his full name and he's so—overwhelmed. He doesn't know what to think, his heart handing himself from one king to another.
When Khun looks at him, he'll see the emotion swirling in his eyes. But he quickly brightens in a little smile, a quiet huff of contentment escaping his lips.
"Tatara," Anna speaks again and turns to look at him. Tatara keeps the smile on his face and reaches to gently pat her on the head. ]
I know. I'll miss you too, Anna.
[ In the years watching her grow up, he knows the slight shift in her expression means she's sad. Ah, it's a hard look to bear—he holds Khun's hand tighter, because he's trying to keep himself together. He hopes Anna never made this face in real life, without him there...
Tatara turns to Mikoto. ]
King—
[ Except the dream begins to fade. The afternoon sun filtering through the windows of Bar Homra grow in brightness, and the scene around them takes on a warm, but faded sepia hue. The sounds mute, movements slow to a halt, and soon, all that's left around them is the Forest of Dreams.
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That's all the Red King says. He leans back in his seat, and closes his eyes.
Mikoto is honest, like Khun. A pain in the ass isn't an insult, it's just a fact, a reflection of the world through a king's eyes. Tatara trusts that view. And that Khun sees it, accepts it for what it is, and does not argue (or vehemently agree), has Tatara feel something else in his heart lock into place. He hears Khun speak his full name and he's so—overwhelmed. He doesn't know what to think, his heart handing himself from one king to another.
When Khun looks at him, he'll see the emotion swirling in his eyes. But he quickly brightens in a little smile, a quiet huff of contentment escaping his lips.
"Tatara," Anna speaks again and turns to look at him. Tatara keeps the smile on his face and reaches to gently pat her on the head. ]
I know. I'll miss you too, Anna.
[ In the years watching her grow up, he knows the slight shift in her expression means she's sad. Ah, it's a hard look to bear—he holds Khun's hand tighter, because he's trying to keep himself together. He hopes Anna never made this face in real life, without him there...
Tatara turns to Mikoto. ]
King—
[ Except the dream begins to fade. The afternoon sun filtering through the windows of Bar Homra grow in brightness, and the scene around them takes on a warm, but faded sepia hue. The sounds mute, movements slow to a halt, and soon, all that's left around them is the Forest of Dreams.
... ]