creature so holy ⚘ return, open (Golden Eye)

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

Aesior. In the grand scheme of things, Fraggle knew that the other had not actually been gone for all that long. Yet still, it had seemed like ages. Days had felt like weeks, and a mere week felt like a year, at least in the boy's mind. Still, one could hardly blame him. Aesior was one of the two familial figures that Frag had latched onto during his stay within The Golden Eye, and both were pretty much the only familial figures in his life, as far as he could remember. To have the other leave, without much of a proper explanation... it had been devastating. The other had told them he had received bad news and needed to recover, but that was still incredibly vague. Too vague for the rabbit's heart to take, his mind racing with various things he could've done wrong, or things he should've done to keep Aesior around. Needless to say, the period of time without the other had been rough, and Fraggle still felt rather shaken up by it. Waiting as every day passed, wondering if the other ever really would return...

It seemed as though Aesior kept his promises, however. One moment, Fragglerock had been rather relaxed. The cool stone beneath his body was comfortable and the pelt draped over him kept him warm, lulling him into a light sleep. He was broken from it, however, when a familiar voice entered his mind, saying a word that filled the young rabbit with joy. Home. In an instant, Frag was on his feet, frantically hopping over to where Aesior stood, big blue eyes gleaming with tears of happiness. He wasted no time in flinging himself at the other's leg, trying to wrap his front paws around it in a hug. As he did so, his words came out in an excited and relieved rush, "Aesior, you're back! I'm so happy you're back! We all missed you so, so much... I even started learning sign language for when you got back! I'm still rusty, but... I'm working on it!" He grinned up at the other briefly, his chest full of mixed emotions. He was so happy the other had returned, but... he had to ask. After a moment, he spoke once more, voice lowered slightly, "Did... did you figure out what to do, about your bad news?" He desperately hoped that Aesior had. He wouldn't be able to take it if this was just a brief visit.

☆ — what of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?