I need to kill you, that's the only way to get you out of my head
I need to kill you to silence all the sweet little things you said
I need to kill you to silence all the sweet little things you said
Sleep doesn’t come easily in the cell. Her back remains unguarded, her stress high, and the general shitty nature of the mattress certainly doesn’t help matters. Still, being pregnant is an exhausting affair even without interrogations and emotional upheaval to contend with, and eventually nothing can keep her awake and alert.
Her dream is vague and darkened, stress planting fingers even here. All she knows is she is moving restlessly, trying to find something in the endless landscape of ashen sky and darkened earth, and then suddenly she is not alone. Her name is like a bell ringing, clear and strong, and she turns to find the source with a keen desperation.
Remi stands out against the murky background, and with his presence and his magic she startles into awareness. Their minds collide, and the architecture melds together, her own awareness of the cell she’s in leaving impressions of the barren room around them. It’s already an improvement to the wandering fog she’d been in. “Remi,” she breathes, and her voice breaks on the soft syllable of his name. Trying to muster a smile and utterly failing as her lips wobble, she moves closer. “Is everything okay?” It’s preposterous to ask considering her own circumstances, but this is only the second time he has dreamed with her, and there is an entire world - and a pending war - outside this cell.
Her dream is vague and darkened, stress planting fingers even here. All she knows is she is moving restlessly, trying to find something in the endless landscape of ashen sky and darkened earth, and then suddenly she is not alone. Her name is like a bell ringing, clear and strong, and she turns to find the source with a keen desperation.
Remi stands out against the murky background, and with his presence and his magic she startles into awareness. Their minds collide, and the architecture melds together, her own awareness of the cell she’s in leaving impressions of the barren room around them. It’s already an improvement to the wandering fog she’d been in. “Remi,” she breathes, and her voice breaks on the soft syllable of his name. Trying to muster a smile and utterly failing as her lips wobble, she moves closer. “Is everything okay?” It’s preposterous to ask considering her own circumstances, but this is only the second time he has dreamed with her, and there is an entire world - and a pending war - outside this cell.
Wipe you off the face of my earth
HOTARU
