Hotaru
My ghost was lost to the grownup gallows
It's storybook, the way they make each other's knees weak through the slowest and tenderest of kisses instead of labored breaths and wanton hands. They're normally far too risque for a storybook audience, but times like these when she can feel his love in her bones, she thinks maybe somebody should write about them. But words could never capture this; the spark that skitters down the curve of her ear as he tucks her hair behind it, the shiver it inspires that is warmed away only by the sight of his steel-grey eyes. "Even if I have, I'll gladly spend a few more lifetimes learning any changes you decide to go through." It's a vow befitting a ceremony they haven't had yet, but she'll find even better words for that day, she's sure of it. Ones that will pay back the way he steadies and soothes her, reaching through the storm and debris to find her at the center.
When his eyes slide past her she turns over her shoulder to follow them, huffing petulantly, fingers flexing slightly against Sunjata's shirt to see the void river stars. She'd lured as many to her in the water as possible with initial plans of lighting up the entire river with electricity, but she'd maturely decided all the other life within it didn't deserve such a fate and had instead turned to manual pest control. At least this is her opportunity to leave the water - her toes are starting to go numb.
"They can't even manage to be more graceful than their predecessors? So much for evolution." Disdain drips imperiously from her lips, pulling away from the Flood to pursue until she feels the unnatural twist of water around her calves. Raising a curious brow at her fiance, she pauses. "Do you want to do the honors?"
When his eyes slide past her she turns over her shoulder to follow them, huffing petulantly, fingers flexing slightly against Sunjata's shirt to see the void river stars. She'd lured as many to her in the water as possible with initial plans of lighting up the entire river with electricity, but she'd maturely decided all the other life within it didn't deserve such a fate and had instead turned to manual pest control. At least this is her opportunity to leave the water - her toes are starting to go numb.
"They can't even manage to be more graceful than their predecessors? So much for evolution." Disdain drips imperiously from her lips, pulling away from the Flood to pursue until she feels the unnatural twist of water around her calves. Raising a curious brow at her fiance, she pauses. "Do you want to do the honors?"
So I find my spirit in the bottle
