You stood by me patiently waiting and broken
If there is any pain or horror at the sight of nightmarish echoes on his ever-beloved features, it's a pain that can't possibly reach her through the impenetrable wall he builds with the strength of his love for her. She unfurls inside this haven he creates for her, unblinking and scarcely breathing. He doesn't need to forgive her for willfully drinking Dahlia's poison, not even with love as an excuse, but he does. Frankly, Hotaru doesn't care for anyone else's forgiveness anyway.
She drowns in the cool shades of his irises, the spasmodic hitch of her chest soothing with every passing second she's granted to see him at last. Normally she would close her eyes and lean into the feeling of his fingers sifting through her hair, but she doesn't dare to blink lest the shadows return to distort and taint her view of him.
Her hands rise and gently brush over his cheeks, stubble rasping at her palms. Her fingertips trace carefully over his cheekbones and up around the ridge of his brow, careful not to obstruct his eyes. His love is a blanket of snow that muffles everything, softening the frayed edges inside until she is placid and limp in his arms. "Okay," she whispers. If he says they're okay, then they're okay. He is all that matters in the world right now, perhaps ever - and thus every word that comes off his lips is definitive, inviolable. "Just...just stay." Something he's already promised, but she means here. Ru doesn't want to think of a world any further than the one between his arms, even if it vies for their attention. The cracks in her chest will only find closure beneath his hands. If it takes days of staying intertwined on this couch to achieve that then so be it. The rest of the world can wait until Sunjata's love has fixed her fully.
She drowns in the cool shades of his irises, the spasmodic hitch of her chest soothing with every passing second she's granted to see him at last. Normally she would close her eyes and lean into the feeling of his fingers sifting through her hair, but she doesn't dare to blink lest the shadows return to distort and taint her view of him.
Her hands rise and gently brush over his cheeks, stubble rasping at her palms. Her fingertips trace carefully over his cheekbones and up around the ridge of his brow, careful not to obstruct his eyes. His love is a blanket of snow that muffles everything, softening the frayed edges inside until she is placid and limp in his arms. "Okay," she whispers. If he says they're okay, then they're okay. He is all that matters in the world right now, perhaps ever - and thus every word that comes off his lips is definitive, inviolable. "Just...just stay." Something he's already promised, but she means here. Ru doesn't want to think of a world any further than the one between his arms, even if it vies for their attention. The cracks in her chest will only find closure beneath his hands. If it takes days of staying intertwined on this couch to achieve that then so be it. The rest of the world can wait until Sunjata's love has fixed her fully.
So deeply in love with every face that I've shown
Hotaru
