Perhaps their inherent nature as magic users is exactly why it is so appealing. No matter how many years go by with Attuned abilities, they were never inherent, and the primordial sides all the stronger for it. His easy acceptance is a relief, and the slight spark of humor in the lines of his face make her own lips tremble in some half-forgotten urge to do the same that dies too fast for her hands to catch. "Your tiger? So we can both be cats." They'd never had to struggle with urges too strong to handle, predator and prey, but the similarities would be comforting.
It is a monumental task to not reach for him as he deposits her gently onto the couch, alone. Hotaru counts his footsteps instead, trying to time her breathing to the cadence of his gate. It keeps the panic at bay until he returns with a plate laden with food. She observes them all with empty, listless eyes as he picks his own from the menagerie, and forces herself to grab a cracker and begin nibbling at it. Once it hits her stomach the pain immediately sets in, reminding her of how she has gone too long without food, and her pace increases reluctantly. Words entirely drained despite how little they've realistically spoken, she consumes in silence, until the pangs disappear and turn into the discomfort of over-fullness. Hotaru positions the plate further on her knee to silently signal Deimos is welcome to the rest, and doesn't fight the way her head begins to droop and her breathing begins to slow. It has been such a long night, one of many, and it is the first she has felt safe enough to truly rest.
It is a monumental task to not reach for him as he deposits her gently onto the couch, alone. Hotaru counts his footsteps instead, trying to time her breathing to the cadence of his gate. It keeps the panic at bay until he returns with a plate laden with food. She observes them all with empty, listless eyes as he picks his own from the menagerie, and forces herself to grab a cracker and begin nibbling at it. Once it hits her stomach the pain immediately sets in, reminding her of how she has gone too long without food, and her pace increases reluctantly. Words entirely drained despite how little they've realistically spoken, she consumes in silence, until the pangs disappear and turn into the discomfort of over-fullness. Hotaru positions the plate further on her knee to silently signal Deimos is welcome to the rest, and doesn't fight the way her head begins to droop and her breathing begins to slow. It has been such a long night, one of many, and it is the first she has felt safe enough to truly rest.
Feel the fear and swallow back the tears
Let weakness disappear, there's nobody but me here
Let weakness disappear, there's nobody but me here
