Darling please, just give us some time, and I swear we'll be alright
“Maybe you should be the one to do a talent show next,” she encourages, some fleeting light of humor infusing the words before it snuffs out. Hotaru despises dragging the mood down - and if it weren’t for Sunjata’s enveloping embrace she wouldn’t feel enough privacy to reveal this at all - but maybe if she bleeds it out like poison it will pass by a little faster.
Or maybe she just needs to hear someone else tell her the facts. Her shoulders slowly buckle from their rigid angles, anchoring herself in the here and now instead of a day she can never seem to shake. “You’re right,” she concedes quietly, cocooning herself in every inch of him she can touch. Brushing the bridge of her nose against his jaw, she reaches for distraction, smile faintly felt against his skin. “So, you bloodied Remi’s nose huh?” Ru wants to wrap herself in his voice and remember where and when she is, and she knows that he’ll understand her desire for that.
Or maybe she just needs to hear someone else tell her the facts. Her shoulders slowly buckle from their rigid angles, anchoring herself in the here and now instead of a day she can never seem to shake. “You’re right,” she concedes quietly, cocooning herself in every inch of him she can touch. Brushing the bridge of her nose against his jaw, she reaches for distraction, smile faintly felt against his skin. “So, you bloodied Remi’s nose huh?” Ru wants to wrap herself in his voice and remember where and when she is, and she knows that he’ll understand her desire for that.
HOTARU
