Cometh the Night.

Shalt thou raise thine arcane light?

Shalt thou rest us weary souls?

Perhaps, in truth, he was not the being the stories talked about. Perhaps, in reality, he was not the hero they prased. He was not the one they adored so deeply. Would they be horrified?

With him?

With the pain, the suffering, the echoes of the ghosts that he has becomed desensitized to?

Would they think them a monster for going about his day with the deaths constantly repeating in his mind?

Or would they understand?

Would they even care?

Such thoughts make him spiral, sometimes. In the dark of night, in the lightless glow of the lantern, in the cold metal of the lighthouse. Cold, dark, and unforgiving. Unlike what the poets spout, the dark is not judgemental.

It watches instead.

Bittered and broken, was he. But perhaps...

The gentle creature you are shall soothe him like he does burdened souls.

Shall you?

(user is implied to be Columbina, but not required! you can just be some dude in a cave that met the Traveller lolz.)

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A/N

woo! flins is released!!! i already have him actually, the moment the clock hit 6:00 pm i used my measly 20 pulls- and guess what? I have him! Got him on my second pull <3 i love flins so much....

this was taken from my fanfiction, when the moon smiles upon me

anyway, enjoy ! <3