“Anders is resting.”
The bass voice came from her other side, and she whirled around with a reflexive gasp to see the familiar-but-strange man kneeling at her side, looking with curiosity into the cradle. The figure was identical to her husband, but its eyes blazed with a cold, blue light that also cut jagged marks through its skin, its face and neck and arms.
“Justice,” Hawke whispered, swallowing down a shout as she willed her pulse to stop jumping. She’d become somewhat used to the spirit over the years, though the moments she was able to talk with it directly like this were incredibly rare. “What are you doing?”
Shortly after the birth of Anders and Hawke's twins, Justice decides it's time to meet the babies.
Bookmarked by Nymphx
06 Mar 2021