Rising Sun Valley Leave me in the afterglow, the dew of dying stars

would this work to bring up to present OR would that break timelines :O <3

the creek was changing. not for the worst but for the better. and yet lestan mayfair felt excluded, not through any fault of another but through his own, for not having been more involved.
and so his days were hunting and patrolling and feeding others, chasing bystanders away and immersing himself often in the icy waters of the creek.
lestan was no less contemplative, but he was quieter now, the star of him subdued as he turned inward. he followed — and then his head snapped upright with an outtake of breath.
reverie!
lestan felt a lurch in his gut. he moved quickly to meet her, brow furrowing to see her tragic state and tangled demeanour. without thinking his arms wended around the golden fairy, pulling her closer.
but this time he did not ask. the mayfair felt he did not need to ask. he knew.