Hot Soup.

Loona has a new found obsession for the Northern Lights, Blitz is almost a hundred percent sure passed down from Stolas, which to him made it even sweeter.

So as the supportive dad and boyfriend he is, he of course took them to Earth on a chilly night, somewhere he knew was lonely enough to be able to relax for a few hours. No disguises, far away from the disturbance and suffocation of the city or hell. Not much difference between those two anyway.

He expected it, Stolas looking far away into the sky, a dissociated stare in his eyes, because by this point he knew the bird would travel far away in his thoughts, unraveling thousands of mini debates in his mind that would drive him insane. Where he was the judge that declared his sentence repeatedly, and he was the harshest of all when it came to himself.

After noticing his daughter was also aware, they shared an understanding look, the imp nodded and cleared his throat. “Change of plans birdy, we’re making hot soup!” He said enthusiastically, they would make the night much warmer than an Earth’s winter. Perfect? Not yet, not without the owl girl. But all theirs.