beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young [OPEN]

[counterattack]

Who: Law & YOU
Where: Aldrip and the surrounding area
What: Settling in, getting up to hijinx, with a timeline anywhere from shortly after the TDM to the end of the month
Warnings: Probably nothin'.

Prompts in the comments, some open and some closed! Please feel free to drop any wildcards in the comments as well if there's something else you'd like to do. Law also has a toplevel at the Day of Devotion log, here!

If you'd like to plot something out, you can reach me on discord at tarocchi#8388, or on plurk at astrologies!

Comments

[crimsoncrow]

<sub>[ No matter how much time passes, Law will never be too old in Zephyr's eyes for something most Dahnans don't get to have. As such, he doesn't hesitate for long to fix the blanket over Law's shoulders and awkwardly tuck him in (due to the angle) nor does he hesitate to reach up and tuck that long, errant section of hair out of his face. Old habits die hard it seems, and this was no different. Rift or no rift, Zephyr was still a father and Law was still his. He had... so, so much to make up for and when words fail, he defaults to action.

Frowning to himself he withdraws his hand after a moment or three and tucks it against his chest. ]</sub>

I still don't fully understand it, but... At the same time I think I do. It's not the choice I would've made myself but that's just who I am.

_{[ And if he's allowed to be selfish? Then he's glad Law made the choice he did. It meant he survived, and it meant they had the opportunity to reunite even if it wasn't perfect. If only. ]}

Growing up means having to make difficult decisions. I had to make my share of them when I was your age too, but they were never for something like you were doing until I was older. You gave those people a chance, and I don't think that makes you a bad person. You were trying to make the best out of a bad situation.

[counterattack]

[ Law's eyes close again, a mixture of emotions passing through his features. For a split second, being fussed with, he wants to cry. Then he's frustrated again. Then he's just... resigned. Too tired, too technically in the wrong to really argue. ]

Yeah, you would've died before you ever did what I did.

[ It's just a fact; he almost says it with a shrug. He already went through the gauntlet of inner conflict about this once, twice, three times already—I'm a disgrace, a traitor to my people, I'm weak, a coward, all that. In the end, he'd dressed it up as best he could to assuage his moral agony, but it just... is what it is. His parents would've rolled over and died before they ever agreed to bend the knee to a Lord, and yet somehow, they raised someone like him, who prioritized his own survival. ]

I don't know if I was thinking that hard about it. I guess "do this or die" is technically a choice, but it didn't really feel like one at the time. I tried not to make the Dahnans' suffering any worse. It was different when I saw you. That was personal.