Hotaru
I know they'll be coming to find me soon
But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you
I'll come to you. But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you
It's utterly laughable to think Hotaru would bother to speak to anyone but her daughter after Remi's raven finds her, that she'd think of things like parchment and politeness in the wake of the news that Flora is alive. It's not like the man can reach her through dreams to push the issue anymore either. Not that Hotaru sleeps - that's equally laughable. No, she squeezes every drop of stamina out of her cells like blood from a stone, scouring Torchline's waterways and shorelines relentlessly for the Doubletake.
It doesn't matter how she finds her or when, there's no mistaking her when she does. And it's going to be a good thing the beach is vast and empty soon enough.
Her landing is rough, the shift from falcon to woman grotesque in its speed, electricity crackling between golden hairs in fits of aimless expression. She grabs Flora roughly into her arms, an agonized sound between relief and rage shoved from her lungs with the force of their collision. "Three times is enough, Flora." Her voice is low and forbidding, shaking on every syllable like the threat of an earthquake. "Stop. Just stop." She shakes the both of them, short jerks of emphasis not unlike a dog ripping intestines from a limp kill. Ru isn't sure what she's saying; anything that makes its way between clenched teeth is a miracle of life, and the shape it takes is not within her control now.
I used to sing about being free
Oh, baby, look what you've done to me
Oh, baby, look what you've done to me
