He's reinvented family. Once, he had lost them all and lived in the dark, but the shadows are no longer lonely. It's a waking dream taking inspiration from memory. His beautiful creator, dead too many times to recall, living off a shared soul until she recognized the universe's futility. His daughter, who danced to the music of the spheres and had named all of the stars. Even the boy who was too stubborn for his own good and had survived off a stolen love. Just like his family.
A boy...There was something about a boy, but then it had vanished to another world. No, there was no other boy and never had been. It was the four of them and nothing else mattered.
They are gone now, scattered like ashes, but he has found a way to bring them back.
The seer came first. She had been sitting quietly in her room. Waiting for him. Of course she had known, but she also knew there was no escape. She hadn't even made a sound before it was over; her beautiful mouth once so brash twisted shut as her head hit the floor. But when she rose, the lips curved up and she gave her daddy a kiss. Such a sweet girl. She sees the helpless and laughs; she wants to find them and watch as they meet their fate, just as she did. He asks her to name the stars and she absently points to Hollywood before returning to her visions.
Next came his boy. He had bought hair dye in preparation and worked meticulously on the motionless head once the struggling had ended. Yes, the boy struggled, he was a fighter. The line across his neck told that. Once he had thought to betray his elder; there was that rebellious streak that no English accent could hide, only smooth over. There was resignation and understanding in the air between them when he had arrived. He had had to close those piercing eyes once his son slept, though. He couldn't bear the pity in them. When the boy woke he swore at the bleach before giving a laugh and kissing his father. Yes, his boy was always devoted to his daddy, but now the lingering glances turn to stares. He will make those go away once he corrects his accent.
It took the longest to find his creator, since she was lost between the world of the living and the dead. She says death is her gift, but she did not kill him in that alley; she should know, after clawing her way out of the coffin. No...she was planted in a garden, like a flower. He watched her die by her own hand: in an alley, on a tower above worlds. But she could never abandon her creation, and would always come for him. She was surrounded by strangers who fought him off, but he brushed them aside and came for her; she just sat there with an empty look in her eyes until he touched the mark he had delivered lifetimes ago. They were still there after her stay in heaven; god couldn't erase their bond. She had begged him to drink from her once, and he doesn't know why he had refused. Now there is a look of...gratitude? as he eases her back onto the couch. There is a sob from one of the strangers; how are they still alive? He would silence them but knows his beautiful love will want them for herself when she awakens. There is so much time; an eternity.
His son and daughter watch on as she rises to complete the family. They are together at last. And this time he won't let anyone break them apart.