my held breath fills the room with blood
hurting in ways I can't describe
The rumble of the ocean harmonizes with the sound that rolls in Sah's chest, vibrating against her like it might somehow heal her of ills the way a cat might do for its kittens. Ironic considering the different beast it originates from, but it touches the feline soul inside her all the same. For Hotaru there has never been screaming and wailing, breaking down and building back up. There is only silence. Only cold.
She is a greedy thing with spindle fingers and grasping, wanton palms, and she swallows up all light within reach as if it might somehow chase the darkness away within herself. It never does; the world is simply left darker for her avarice. She'd held these little flames so gently this time, she'd sworn it - sheltered them in her wicker fingers, made her claws into the closest approximation a monster could make of a nest. Tried to nurture it, because it was a miracle unto itself for a woman like her to have had a hand in the creation of something so bright.
Now they are extinguished again, and there is no light to show her the way forward. Only a ring on her hand and a displaced heart beating softly beneath her bed to remind her that she cannot chase the darkness instead. Love is a noose and she hangs in it, choking and blue, incapable of reaching the relief that would have come if the world had fallen away from her feet just a little bit faster. If she hadn't tripped and slowed her descent by daring to have connections in this world. Connections like the arms around her, stubbornly holding her to the earth.
"I just need to make it there," she murmurs into his chest, vacant and hollow like an elderly woman who has forgotten where she came from or where she was going. Still there lingers the sense of knowing that that place isn't here. "I need to see - I need to be near her." Above, a dark crow circles the tangled pair, eyes beady and intelligent. A letter clasped in its claws that holds salvation if she has the mind to open it. Remi's strength and import carrying where she falters, a spark where she is rain that douses and drowns. The Flood's bride indeed.
She is a greedy thing with spindle fingers and grasping, wanton palms, and she swallows up all light within reach as if it might somehow chase the darkness away within herself. It never does; the world is simply left darker for her avarice. She'd held these little flames so gently this time, she'd sworn it - sheltered them in her wicker fingers, made her claws into the closest approximation a monster could make of a nest. Tried to nurture it, because it was a miracle unto itself for a woman like her to have had a hand in the creation of something so bright.
Now they are extinguished again, and there is no light to show her the way forward. Only a ring on her hand and a displaced heart beating softly beneath her bed to remind her that she cannot chase the darkness instead. Love is a noose and she hangs in it, choking and blue, incapable of reaching the relief that would have come if the world had fallen away from her feet just a little bit faster. If she hadn't tripped and slowed her descent by daring to have connections in this world. Connections like the arms around her, stubbornly holding her to the earth.
"I just need to make it there," she murmurs into his chest, vacant and hollow like an elderly woman who has forgotten where she came from or where she was going. Still there lingers the sense of knowing that that place isn't here. "I need to see - I need to be near her." Above, a dark crow circles the tangled pair, eyes beady and intelligent. A letter clasped in its claws that holds salvation if she has the mind to open it. Remi's strength and import carrying where she falters, a spark where she is rain that douses and drowns. The Flood's bride indeed.
my heart bends and breaks
so many, many times
HOTARU
