I decided to use this chapter as an introduction. It will have the same random one shot structure as Stories in the Ink. I'm not sure how long this story will go to, but I assume at least until after the child is born.

I just really need more happy, cute content right now.

Thank you all for reading and supporting this shitty couple and my shitty character and shitty one shots. :)

There was once a time, where a strange boy met a foolish girl.

Some say he was drawn to her, because he saw things within her drawings that no one else could.

Things, that he claimed, were stories hidden in the ink, and weaved by spirits.

Upon noticing she was being watched, the foolish girl offered the strange boy a chance to write his own stories in ink.

From that offering of something so simple, stemmed something most grand.

Slowly, hesitantly, shyly, like the growing of a young sapling, the strange boy and foolish girl eventually developed a rapture in friendship.

And as time went on, their friendship matured and blossomed into something else.

It bloomed into love.

Gentle, and caring, and passionate in all its tender fury.

And as their love grew, so did they grow, themselves.

The strange boy, Cole, learned what it meant to be human, and with it, all of its beauty, and faults.

But most importantly, the strange boy learned to forgive himself, and accept himself, just as the foolish girl did for him.

The foolish girl, Solona, learned that one need not be fearless to be brave.

But most importantly, the foolish girl learned to love herself, and cherish herself, just as the strange boy did for her.

They grew, and they loved, and they discovered together.

And even still, not a year after the final sealing of the Breach, the pair were still exploring, and learning, and growing.

They never forgot what it meant, to see each day anew as if through the eyes of a child.

They knew that the beauty of the world never left, even in all the darkness that appeared to smother out all the light and hope.

The beauty, the colors of the world never left, even when faced with the horrors brought upon it by the Anchor.

It was always there, just waiting to be seen, discovered once more with eyes anew.

And with Solona's hand so lovingly entertwined with his, Cole knew he had discovered the light in the world. He just needed to learn where to look.

He saw the joy within the world when she smiled, the girl's lips molded into a nigh perminant grin at the simple act of holding hands.

He saw the beautiful colors of the world when her normally pale cheeks flushed a red hue upon raising her feminine hand, and brushing his lips gently, tenderly against her knuckle. He saw her skin blush and redden, rich with the laughter of mirth, voice like a trickling steam.

He saw the light within her eyes shine as bright as the stars. Cole liked it when she smiled with her eyes.

Yes, he remembered what it was like to see the world anew, in all its hope and light.

She did, too.

It was why the pair were trekking, hand in hand, along a road less traveled by.

To find a home, that was safe and welcome, to all passersby.

To find a home, with sturdy walls, and a warm, mighty hearth.

To find a home, that would be a haven, for a newly beating heart.

To find a home, for a new family, soon to be made whole.