Firefly Ravine The Hypostasis of the Archons

sorry for the lateness! perhaps we could fade out here?

it was done.

when the boy broke the surface Abraham could evince the fine muscles of his neck and the curve of his skull meeting his nape, his fur having slicked close to his skin.

it was a familiar vision. he had seen this tens of times before.

and yet every instance of it still stunned him; that was the nature of miracles.

to know yourself is to know God, he finally murmured, and pressed his paw to Kekoa's cold forehead in the proper gesture of the kushta.

overhead the sun shattered itself against shivering leaves.