Hotaru
I know they'll be coming to find me soon
But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you
She gentles only so much as her trembling arms can manage in their rigor. She longs to make them a cage so that her daughter can never leave her sight again, but pain isn’t something she can stand to inflict. Not this kind. But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you
One twisted hand clenches in any fabric she can muster between fingertips at Flora’s spine while the other comes to cradle the Doubletake’s pallid face. Still, she doesn’t look into her face the way her daughter tries to allow for. No. She can’t this time.
“You are not okay,” she hisses like the warning just before the shriek of a kettle reaching boiling point. “Three is enough. I never should have let it go this far - I never -” breaking off with a guttural noise, the Valkyrie inhales sharply and holds it. One by one she forcefully relaxes each muscle in her body until even her face is eerily blank. An exhale. “It’s fine. It’s over - the hardest part is done for you anyway. You aren’t staying in Torchline.” And something steely lingers in her undertone, something that sounds a lot like the age-old because I said so and that’s final.
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
