i've got this feeling, and i've got this shovel
between me and you you're in a lot of trouble
between me and you you're in a lot of trouble
One moment she’s in Sunjata’s arms and the next she hears lightning, and peeks past his feathers because her soul resonates with the sound and it must surely be Sah -
Realization doesn’t kick in so much as a feeling of wrongness so profound she’s already on her feet and then in the air before the implications of seeing Melita prone in the sand begin to make themselves clear. Sunjata gets there first, a barrage of bond-feelings urging him faster like a tailwind as she moves in his wake.
Robin’s magic is already at work when she touches down, sand spraying and hands shaking so hard they can scarcely find a place to land on Melita’s skin with all the people surrounding her. It’s warm, but Enzo’s had still been warm too. Gods she can’t remember this twice in one day, have the threat of its repetition rear its head twice with the girls she cares so much for. With Mel who is like a daughter to her. Sunjata at her side seems to be looking to Robin, so Hotaru can’t allow herself to break down completely. Not yet. There has to still be hope if her lover isn’t doing it first.
She isn’t sure she’s breathing, something painful and wheezing the only supplement. “Please, please, please,” she begs, to Ronin and the gods at large who’ve granted him his powers, because there is no pride she won’t swallow for love. Love hadn’t been enough to convince the gods to return her son to her, and it’s a bitter pill to swallow to think that maybe if Flora had taken her brother to a different parent that things might have been different. “Open your eyes, sweetheart. Please.”
Realization doesn’t kick in so much as a feeling of wrongness so profound she’s already on her feet and then in the air before the implications of seeing Melita prone in the sand begin to make themselves clear. Sunjata gets there first, a barrage of bond-feelings urging him faster like a tailwind as she moves in his wake.
Robin’s magic is already at work when she touches down, sand spraying and hands shaking so hard they can scarcely find a place to land on Melita’s skin with all the people surrounding her. It’s warm, but Enzo’s had still been warm too. Gods she can’t remember this twice in one day, have the threat of its repetition rear its head twice with the girls she cares so much for. With Mel who is like a daughter to her. Sunjata at her side seems to be looking to Robin, so Hotaru can’t allow herself to break down completely. Not yet. There has to still be hope if her lover isn’t doing it first.
She isn’t sure she’s breathing, something painful and wheezing the only supplement. “Please, please, please,” she begs, to Ronin and the gods at large who’ve granted him his powers, because there is no pride she won’t swallow for love. Love hadn’t been enough to convince the gods to return her son to her, and it’s a bitter pill to swallow to think that maybe if Flora had taken her brother to a different parent that things might have been different. “Open your eyes, sweetheart. Please.”
because it's not murder if i bury you alive
HOTARU
