Fourth Meeting

Fourth Meeting

Silver, age 8

He was upset.

He didn’t have pointed ears like his father or Malleus.

He wasn’t a fae like his father.

He’s not his son.

Silver cried as he ran through the forest in the heavy downpour. It was his 8th birthday and he noticed that his ears weren’t pointed like his father’s. When he asked, his father only laughed and replied, “You never noticed?” Confused and upset, he ran away from the house as it just started pouring. The thought only made him more upset.

Not noticing a rock in the way, he tripped over it and scraped his knees and hands. He curled up sobbing on the ground as the rain poured down on him. He can’t go back now, he can’t face his father. No. He’s not his real father. Closing his eyes he sobbed more as he buried his face in his hands. He laid there curled up, rain pouring down on him and alone.

It took a few minutes before he noticed that the rain stopped pouring down on him. Opening his eyes, he saw two legs beside his body. Looking up, two black wings were placed above him to cover him and the stranger.

“Hello there, little beastie. What are you doing out here in the rain?” the stranger crouched down near him, he couldn’t really see him well because of the tears and rain.

He tried to reply but he could only let out a few sounds before breaking down into sobs again. Pitying the crying child, Crowley took him up in his arms not minding the dirt dirtying his suit. Carefully taking off his coat while his wings arranged itself to cover the both of them from the rain, he placed it around him.

Silver buried his face in the stranger’s neck and clinged onto him. He felt safe in his arms. He felt comfortable. The stranger started humming a familiar tune, a song that feels so familiar to him.

“Have you been crying for a while now?” he could feel the stranger’s chest vibrate as he talked.

“Hmm.”

“Did something upset you, Silver?”

“Hmm.”

“Can you tell me what happened?” he urged him to tell him.

“I’m not like papa. I don’t have ears like them. Papa’s not my papa!” he sobbingly told the man who stroked his back to calm him down.

“What made you say that he’s not your papa?”

“Because I’m not like papa! Papa’s a fae and I-I’m not!”

“Silver, oh Silver, of course your papa is still your papa. He loves you doesn’t he?” he nodded.

“Then that makes him your papa, not being a fae doesn’t mean he’s not your papa. A papa loves his child and Lilia loves you as his child.”

“Silver, you are loved. You are loved more than you know. And love is what makes a family not blood. So stop being upset now, okay?”

“How did you know my name?” he asked while looking at the stranger’s masked face, curious as to why he knew his name.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream,” he replied.

“Dream?”

“Hmm.”

He looked at the stranger’s face carefully, trying to remember if his face looked familiar. Crowley chuckled at the child’s serious face, taking off his mask so it could help him remember more. Just as Silver recognized him, they heard a shout from the distance.

“Ahh, it seems like Lilia is looking for you now,” the stranger put his mask back on and he suddenly felt sleepy. Fighting against his drowsiness, Silver could vaguely see the stranger placing him somewhere where it didn’t rain before disappearing.

“Let us meet again in a dream, little beastie.”

He woke up later to his father sitting beside his bed as a fever left him bedridden. For the days that he was sick his father never left his side. In the back of his mind as he slept, he can’t help but wish to dream of meeting the stranger again.

No story, but I really want someone to write a scene where Silver has been kidnapped and brainwashed by a villain, forcing Lilia to go undercover to save him. While incognito as Silver’s “buddy,” the fake dad arrives and sees Silver being virtuous, causing the fake to praise him. “Who could have raised such a good boy?” the man hums as he ruffles Silver’s hair. “Oh, right! It was me.” CRACK! The item in Lilia’s hands breaks as Lilia fights back his rage, as blowing his cover would endanger the rescue. If Sebek’s there, Sebek nearly wrecks everything with an emotional outburst; “How dare--” Lilia has to instantly silence the teen. Meanwhile, Silver feels awkward. He should be pleased by his “father’s praise, but something is off. Silver then walks away with the fake. All Lilia can do is watch with an aching heart and a blaze of anger and determination that swears he’ll get Silver back, no matter what.

✌😋✌

A night to remember and a sight to never forget 🌌

Here’s another birthday comic for the birthday boy, Vil! This time I wanted to focus on Jack and Vil, specifically the moment Vil mentions in one of his birthday cards about how Jack took him to see the aurora as kids. I just think that’s so sweet of him to literally take Vil out to see the stars, like imagine a cuter set of friends 😭

I had a lot of fun designing their winter fits as well as designing a look for Jack’s mom! I tried to make her look similar to Jack because I like to think that he takes after his mom more than his dad. Anyways, I forgot how long making comics can be, so sorry this took so long, but I’m really happy with how it turned out! Who will feature in next year’s Vil birthday comic? I’m thinking his dad, or perhaps Leona…we shall see! ✨

And just like that, Lilia treats Floyd's ADHD

chapter 7 doodles + a quick thought of levan?