did goodbye mean letting go?
Even after years of this, no matter how disjointed and displaced, Hotaru is not accustomed to him filling her hollow and weakened spots with love and understanding. His loyalty in the face of her emotional vulnerability will never cease to confuse and befuddle her. Any moment she did not keep pace with Thranduil, didn’t take the upper hand, didn’t keep the facade of imperiousness, he would needle and poison every inch of skin showing between her armored plates of protection. As much as she had always wished for exactly this, it’s clear she hasn’t gotten to a place where it’s comfortable or natural to receive it. There is still the internal urge repeating in her head how she needs to get it together.
Maybe that voice is what has her hands unclenching slowly from Sunjata’s shirt at the same time he pulls away, or maybe it’s the soft way he kisses her face even when it’s contorted in a hateful grimace. She subsides, appeased for the moment. He goes exactly where she knew he would, where he said he would, so the volatile emotions only simmer and ache in her chest instead of exploding.
Shadowing his steps, Ru envisions providing the sharp claws of her Komodo form alongside him, taking her aggression and futility out on the iced over soil. She knows her injuries won’t allow it which means Sunjata likely won’t either, so she merely stands as a frozen sentinel watching the proceedings. Refusing to look at George’s slack face. Until it’s covered at last with dark dirt, nearly black even beneath the moon. Her arms hold herself, Sunjata’s sweater the best comfort she has until the deed is done. Only then do her shadowed eyes lift to find the Flood’s face. “Is it done?” She wants to pretend that by doing this it’s all over and done with, but that level of denial is better suited for people more naive than the Valkyrie.
Maybe that voice is what has her hands unclenching slowly from Sunjata’s shirt at the same time he pulls away, or maybe it’s the soft way he kisses her face even when it’s contorted in a hateful grimace. She subsides, appeased for the moment. He goes exactly where she knew he would, where he said he would, so the volatile emotions only simmer and ache in her chest instead of exploding.
Shadowing his steps, Ru envisions providing the sharp claws of her Komodo form alongside him, taking her aggression and futility out on the iced over soil. She knows her injuries won’t allow it which means Sunjata likely won’t either, so she merely stands as a frozen sentinel watching the proceedings. Refusing to look at George’s slack face. Until it’s covered at last with dark dirt, nearly black even beneath the moon. Her arms hold herself, Sunjata’s sweater the best comfort she has until the deed is done. Only then do her shadowed eyes lift to find the Flood’s face. “Is it done?” She wants to pretend that by doing this it’s all over and done with, but that level of denial is better suited for people more naive than the Valkyrie.
and did letting go mean forever?
HOTARU
