Jun 2
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 13: Twilight
The lot of them laugh. It's easy, it's relaxed. It's the first time that they do something like that, just argue for no reason, use laughter to break the tension of a day gone to shit.
It's just a moment in the middle of their story, not one even worthy of remembering.
It's an ending, the last words of a tale.
A twilight for all of them, whether the sun be rising or setting, the light hangs on them, hesitant yet sharp.
And at long last, Twilight’s personal loop closes. Goodbye, friend. It’s been fun.
