Hotaru
I'm made of dead man's money, you can see it in my smile
There's a flicker, like a shaken buoy on the stormy seas of her riotous heart, that rises amidst the drone to whisper uncertainty in her ear. He doesn't look at her. But he reaches for her, and in the moment it's enough. Perhaps it's simply greed - a selfishness Hotaru knows she's known for - but she takes what he can give and doesn't think about the rest. She can't yet. Just a moment more is all she needs and then maybe she can face something more convoluted than the straightforward grief and reversal that she is contending with.
She presses her face into his throat where his scent and warmth are strongest so that it might blot out the rest of the world. Her name on his tongue slows the rabbiting of her heart in a moment's time, ragged breaths smoothing even when they do not slow. "It's okay," she urges before he is properly finished. "It's okay. It doesn't matter. You're here - I'm - Flora," she warbles, relief and gratitude a croon of pain at odds with the sentiment. For a moment it's all she can do to breathe, harsh and animal, before she shakes her head against his collarbone. "It doesn't matter how it went, it's okay now." But I'm not. She goes to pull back just slightly, instinctively desiring to look into his eyes as she murmurs, "I should have stopped her sooner." Where once the refrain would have been I wasn't there again, again, again.
She presses her face into his throat where his scent and warmth are strongest so that it might blot out the rest of the world. Her name on his tongue slows the rabbiting of her heart in a moment's time, ragged breaths smoothing even when they do not slow. "It's okay," she urges before he is properly finished. "It's okay. It doesn't matter. You're here - I'm - Flora," she warbles, relief and gratitude a croon of pain at odds with the sentiment. For a moment it's all she can do to breathe, harsh and animal, before she shakes her head against his collarbone. "It doesn't matter how it went, it's okay now." But I'm not. She goes to pull back just slightly, instinctively desiring to look into his eyes as she murmurs, "I should have stopped her sooner." Where once the refrain would have been I wasn't there again, again, again.
Watch the fire rise, burning through my paper skin
