Moonbound to a Human
She stood with one hand resting lightly on the boy's shoulder, fingers splayed like she was claiming him in a gentle way.
The man stood on the other side, taller than her, posture proud but not rigid. He had lighter hair, brown touched with gold, or maybe darker blonde depending on lighting. His eyes were lighter; pale enough that even in the photo that looked bright. Blue or gray, like winters sky. His expression wasn't as soft at the woman's, but there was a warmth there. A quiet pride. The kind of look that said this is my family and I will burn the world down for it.