a lonely, starlit night
The sky was beautiful. Just as Weiss always said it was.
From the letters they'd received from their brother and father, he'd expected it to look as common and dead as the faux sky that lit their little antfarm of a home. They'd said it was black - though Genesis had made it sound more poetic - and so he'd never imagined that there could be...
So many stars.
In the safety of the dimly lit night, the Sable sat in a small park-like area. His wounded arms were folded across his chest, a beaten chocobo plush cradled to his chest as he basked in the glorious light of the moon. It was easy to look at, it's light soft and gentle to his sensitive cat-like eyes. The darkness had faded, leaving him vulnerable and in a state of complete relaxation.
But the light reminded him of Weiss. And that, in turn, caused his eyes to fill with tears and his face to bury in the plush.
"I want to go home... This beauty is nothing without my brother..."