OOC: Dream
There was snow, pure white masking over any flaw that the landscape may have had. The beauty of it, while some might have found it superficial, suited him in an odd way. He felt the smile on his lips as he began to walk, the thick coat he was wearing insulating him from the cold. The snow gave way to a small town, walled against the outside world and with a web of small streets uniting small buildings coated with the snow. Two boys were playing ahead, though that wasn't quite what it should have been called. One small boy was playing in the snow, and an elder was standing guard over him, face impassive and arms folded behind his back. The boys looked to be nearly twins, all slightly sunned skin and blond hair, separated only by a handful of years and height. The firstborn was wearing glasses that reflected the snow, the younger in bright colors like happiness, though it was a word he only applied to things.
The younger paused when he reached him, and the elder child nodded.
"Family is the most important thing, is it not?"
The elder nodded again, waving to the younger boy and they joined hands as they walked away, the younger holding fast to him.
There was something in the snow as they passed, something round and gold. He lifted it from the strangely uncold snow, and it shone like a flower when he held it to the light. It was beautiful and absolute, and the need for it crystallized within him, transforming him into it. The word came from his lips, the single syllable perfectly murmured as the dream faded.
"Law."
The younger paused when he reached him, and the elder child nodded.
"Family is the most important thing, is it not?"
The elder nodded again, waving to the younger boy and they joined hands as they walked away, the younger holding fast to him.
There was something in the snow as they passed, something round and gold. He lifted it from the strangely uncold snow, and it shone like a flower when he held it to the light. It was beautiful and absolute, and the need for it crystallized within him, transforming him into it. The word came from his lips, the single syllable perfectly murmured as the dream faded.
"Law."