betaed by the great and wonderful unluckyloki on tumblr and ao3

also poem was ripped from hadestown the musical so thanks for the inspo for this whole fic 3


Fingers card through soft black tresses. Kon leans into the caress. He turns his head and kisses the pads. Colors flash on the screen. Tim shines belladonna purple to Kon's sunshine yellow. He smiles. Kon beams.

The episode ends. Tim yawns.

"Go upstairs. I'll clean up," Kon says.

"It's okay," Tim murmurs, blinking lazily. He sprawls across the couch, arm drooping off the edge. "I'll wait for you."


It's a sad song. It's a sad tale-it's a tragedy. That's the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice.

It's a hopeful song. It's a happy tale. This is a fic of victory.

Thus goes the epic of Conner and Timothy.


fin