Ariel

Ariel

He/Him | L'il Lad | Herbalist

I can't tell where the journey will end, but I know where to start.

Min-kyu's adored son.
Harriet's best drawing buddy.
Tove's little admirer.
Concord's bouncy sidekick.
Rory's side-eyed brother-ish.




I tried carrying the weight of the world,
But I only have two hands.
Hope I get the chance to travel the world,
But I don't have any plans.
Wish that I could stay forever this young,
Not afraid to close my eyes.
Life's a game made for everyone,
And love is a prize.



So wake me up when it's all over, when I'm wiser and I'm older.

Ariel remembers nothing of being plucked off his mother's corpse during a famine—his eyes hadn't even been open yet. And when they had, he had to close them almost just as quickly. The brilliant flowers around him blinded his senses, the sweet cloying scent that had enveloped him for a long time finding a source at last. Four grinning faces met him, all nudging each other to get a better view of their baby.

He was raised by these four males, three mates and their cousin, with pure devotion and love in their sanctuary. It was an abandoned human structure, but they had revitalized the area and invited lost animals of all species to rest in safety. Ariel made quick friends with a leucistic ball python named Inzi, and, later on, a small lamb called Laini.

Ariel remembers nothing of being a human, though he has these horrible nightmares, for which he drinks blueberry tea to soothe himself. His fathers are perfectly great, but he still feels an empty pang for someone with a sharper tongue and silkier voice. This feeling was at its peak when his papa returned from a scout, an empty basket between his teeth. Ariel donned it, filling its voids with plenty of blueberries to always calm his anxiety.

Now that Ariel's older, his parents have prepared for their annual getaway, entrusting the sanctuary to him while they're gone. He goes through the motions, but he still feels this gaping hole inside him, and sometimes his strap feels impossibly tight.