HH HB [male reader] (On Hold)

Seeing stars

Stolas: In the great expanse of the nether there exists boundless amounts of magnificent phenomenon the great brilliance of an exploding star, the nimble dance of space dust through a nebula but once every one thousand years our corner of reality is treated to an incredible sight from the deep eldritch recesses of the cosmos the tears of a forgotten colossus begin to fall.

Stolas: Tears made of the hopes and dreams of every living thing that never came to be. Condensed and sent shooting across the night sky in a dazzling final display. What appears to mortal beings as a meteor shower we can see for what it is: Azathoth's Tears.

Octavia (Young): *Giggles* Daddy, can we go see it someday?

Stolas: Yes, dear. I promise, when the day comes nothing will be able to keep me from being there with you. Good night, my Owlette.

Octavia (Young): *Yawns* Good night!

She turns and wiggles and giggles in her bed.

Scene shifts to present Octavia, still looking happy; she's circling a drawing on a calendar of her face, Stolas' face, and a meteor shower. The starfall is "today". She hops down a hallway putting on her boot.

Octavia: Hey, dad!

She looks in her kitchen and around the manor, but he isn't there.

Octavia: Dad? Dad?

She sees an open foyer door, we hear Stolas' voice coming through it.

Stolas: Yes, I know!

The scene jumps to Stolas out front on the phone with Stella, squeezing a servant in his other hand. Imps are loading items into a van.

Stolas: It will be there, shortly.

Stolas: Of course they're being careful!

Octavia: Dad, what's going on?

Stolas: Apparently, your mother can't exist somewhere for two minutes without the entirety of her possessions--

Stella is yelling something incomprehensibly in response through the phone as he speaks.

Stolas: What? No! I'm not turning her against you-- Yes, Stella!

Stella: *through the phone* --never have to see your fucking face again!

Octavia: Dad?

Stella: *through the phone* Everyone-

She continues to yell

Octavia: This is going to be done before tonight, right?

Stolas: What? Oh. I hardly think so. Knowing your mother, this will take all weekend. *turns to the imps loading the car* Don't be gentle about it, now! Break whatever you have to to get it all in there.

Stella: *through the phone* What?! What did you just tell them to do?!

Octavia: But, tonight was supposed to-

Stolas: Darling, can we not talk about this now? Your mother's being a real B-I-T-C-H.

Stella: *through the phone* The fuck do you mean-

More incomprehensible yelling is heard from Stella's end.

Stolas: Well, how was I supposed to know you can spell?! I've never seen you read!

Stella: *through the phone* I'm going to take everything! Everything you own!

Out of frustration, Octavia slams the door and yells she rips up the calendar page, angrily topples her telescope over, and grabs a bag with her things and leaves the mansion.
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