Ezion

He had thought himself above such weakness, But when his boy bled out before him, Ezion discovered that even he could lose something vital. And then time rewound. He breathed again in a world where their paths had only barely crossed. Their eyes met at a glittering party, and He crossed the room. A glass of the boy’s favorite drink rested in his hand. “Your favorite,” he said, his voice smooth. He let a smile touch his lips. “Strange that I should know, isn’t it?”