anything beautiful, people want to break
Noah's heartbreak lingers in her own chest like a poison, one that makes her idly rub her sternum at random intervals until she catches herself doing it and reminds herself it's a phantom ache. Yet the moment her attention slips the cycle starts again. Her skin feels prickly, too tight. The urge to return to Sunjata is an ache that sows restlessness and prevents her from enjoying her return to Halo while it lasts.
Sah's mind touches hers with the cry of her name, and she spins on her heel at the same time his dark paws skid on cobblestone to bring him before her with an urgency that tightens her skin ever more. Sah? Of course - would you prefer I shift? Concern crinkles her fair brows as she steps smoothly out of the way to bring them both out of the path of pedestrians. Attuned are commonplace enough that nobody bats an eye at their locked-eyed conversation, but guaranteed privacy is only a few steps further away.
Hotaru knows that sometimes the only way to bear the burden of certain emotions is to face them with the simpler urges of their shifts to blunt the sharpness of human suffering, and if she is to bear his on top of the echoes of Noah's, she'll likely want to shift anyway. But for now she only guides them both into the adjacent alley, hands reaching to smooth a hand over his dark head in lieu of a hug.
Sah's mind touches hers with the cry of her name, and she spins on her heel at the same time his dark paws skid on cobblestone to bring him before her with an urgency that tightens her skin ever more. Sah? Of course - would you prefer I shift? Concern crinkles her fair brows as she steps smoothly out of the way to bring them both out of the path of pedestrians. Attuned are commonplace enough that nobody bats an eye at their locked-eyed conversation, but guaranteed privacy is only a few steps further away.
Hotaru knows that sometimes the only way to bear the burden of certain emotions is to face them with the simpler urges of their shifts to blunt the sharpness of human suffering, and if she is to bear his on top of the echoes of Noah's, she'll likely want to shift anyway. But for now she only guides them both into the adjacent alley, hands reaching to smooth a hand over his dark head in lieu of a hug.
and you are beautiful I'm afraid
Hotaru
