HOTARU
I know when you were little girls
You dreamt of being in my world
You dreamt of being in my world
Even the facsimile is powerful enough to dismantle defenses she rarely keeps around him. Though they don’t touch here and now, he has seen the raw, unseemly parts of her enough times to make such things meaningless. “Thank you,” she murmurs, touching his knee gently with the fingertips of one hand, wondering - and hoping - if the garment will protect him from feeling her emotions.
His self-deprecation is familiar, though she tsks her tongue at it anyway. “Hopefully they will be better than the both of us. Though if traveling via the compass for their safety leaves them with some aches and pains, perhaps it will be a lesson to keep their noses out of things like war.” Nothing wrong with a little tough love, and seventeen was far too young for bloodied hands and battlefields. Turning her eyes to the golden glow over the snowy horizon, she crosses her ankles and leans back against the bench. “How long will you stay with me?” It’s unclear which answer she’d prefer, but for all his social stumbling at times, Hotaru is certain he can guess with some measure of accuracy. She has missed him, quite unexpectedly, but time is funny in dreams; she will enjoy his company while it is given, free of context and husbands and politics.
His self-deprecation is familiar, though she tsks her tongue at it anyway. “Hopefully they will be better than the both of us. Though if traveling via the compass for their safety leaves them with some aches and pains, perhaps it will be a lesson to keep their noses out of things like war.” Nothing wrong with a little tough love, and seventeen was far too young for bloodied hands and battlefields. Turning her eyes to the golden glow over the snowy horizon, she crosses her ankles and leans back against the bench. “How long will you stay with me?” It’s unclear which answer she’d prefer, but for all his social stumbling at times, Hotaru is certain he can guess with some measure of accuracy. She has missed him, quite unexpectedly, but time is funny in dreams; she will enjoy his company while it is given, free of context and husbands and politics.
Don't forget it, don't forget it
respect that and bow down bitches
respect that and bow down bitches
