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The city of St. Louis emanates bright lights into the dark oppressive night in firm opposition to it. The Mississippi river embraces the light into its deep waters, and allows it to sink ever deeper into them. The depths become illuminated by the light, creating a beautiful vista for anyone unfortunate enough to be below the surface.
It had been months since Freckle and Ivy nearly met their end at the bottom of the Mississippi, and Freckle finally woke up without a nightmare.
The Lackadaisy had managed to reach a level of stability that it wouldn’t need to rely on just the three of them as the only Rumrunners, while the Marigolds had fractured after Atlas’ death, divided so brutally that they could never be a threat again. All the while, he and Ivy finally got a place to call their own.
Of course, it wasn’t perfect: they still had to go through it all again to save Helen, and they almost died while facing the Marigolds one final time, but… they were okay, now.
Freckle sighed, looking over to Ivy, still sleeping in. It was the weekend, the cool December air blowing outside. The Lackadaisy would eventually need them to work, but…
They can wait a few more hours.
Freckle laid back down, gently purring as he wrapped his arms around Ivy. What he had done, what he and Ivy faced, that’ll never go away, but it will heal, with time.
It may not be tomorrow, but it will eventually be over.
As his vision went black, his last conscious thoughts were of how lucky he was to have Ivy after everything, as he went into a deep, comfortable sleep.