"I FOUND A CHILD, CAN I KEEP IT?"
➪ In which, Naois Vos is stranded, and Din Djarin Is his reluctant savior.
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[ Male oc x Din Djarin]
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i don't pay attention to the world ending. it has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.
—Nayyirah Waheed
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AN ENDLESS POOL OF DARKNESS played behind the eyelids of Naois Vos as he tossed and turned within the cot he laid within. A flash of colours blurred across the hazy dream that would run through his consciousness. The stars that made up the galaxy within his imagination began to blur, forming the blue lights around lightspeed.
A small dark-haired boy stood against the window, his eyes marveling at the sight. From behind the whisper and chatter of military officials and diplomats went along with their lives as if nothing was happening. As if a war was no longer brewing within the corners of the galaxy, shedding the carcasses of darkness to encase the innocent in the conflict seemingly endless show.
Although, in the back of the young boy's mind, he too forgot about the war that ravaged his homeland. His mother's planet no longer inhabitable left him and his father alone as refugees hoping to find shelter within the familiar walls of Mandalore.
And while this was a memory, a happy one that Naois could recall, this was different. From what he could recall, Hakan, his father, would sneak up behind the dazed boy, tickling his armpits. Hoping to give light to the dark times, Hakan would lean down behind his son and tell him the stories that lied within the stars. Occasionally he would tell a fable or two in hopes of scaring him, such as the Purrgil, a story Naois himself would tell many years later.
The laughter of the recall of this memory faded, and Naois could make out the faint cry for help. He could hear screeching, as if someone was scraping their nails against the chalkboards, begging for attention.
"Ba," Naois called out to his father, but he kept talking. Hakan simply fading into memory as Naois waved his hand in front of his eyes but proved to no avail.
