How do I keep myself from fallin' apart when I ain't never felt part of a whole?
The sharpness of his soul is the sweetest pain she could possibly know, and though his walls are high she can hardly make herself do the same. Stem the tide, perhaps, but nothing so ironclad as what the Flood manages. The Valkyrie has never been able to hide from him entirely even when she wants to - and right now, she'd rather he be able to glean what he wants from her with the barest effort, to know with certainty that she has nothing to hide.
Though her hands ache to touch and her arms scream to embrace, Hotaru manages to stumble to a graceless stop in their living room, feeling small and out of place. Explanations had been enough the first time, even when life had moved on without her as she had expected it to. She isn't sure if there's fault to be had here, but her heart in her throat tells her who are you kidding, it's always yours.
"It -" her hand gestures to the dragon watching the Flood unblinking, too large to be newly hatched but still young enough to have time to grow further, and she immediately fumbles. Her, is insisted across her mind, and she shivers in full-body discomfort over the sensation of another consciousness being tied to hers once more after all this time. "She...I found her nest on accident." Undisturbed bones of a dead mate, cherished even in death, and no sign of eggs. "I was just stopping at the edge of the Draig to rest from flying. We scared each other. We -" Unbidden, her hand rises to her throat and bumps against the dragon's nose, remembering the teeth that had been there. Is there a scar? Had Frey wiped that away in the healing process? Hotaru hasn't even seen herself since waking up.
"I killed her. She killed me. But I can't die, not really." Sunjata knows that to be true, the same gift-and-curse that he bears. "Frey...they put something up around me for while I was healing, I guess. And tied our souls together in the process." Her hand moves away from the dragon once reminded it's there, discomfort burning up her throat. Or perhaps those are the tears which sting at her eyes now, sharp teeth stabbing into the inside of her cheek to try and stop them from falling. She's not trying to guilt her beloved into begrudging acceptance, no matter how she desperately prays for it. "I'm sorry. Beloved, I'm sorry. Frey said it's been - and I know last time was longer, but I didn't want there to be another time and -" please just come closer, yesterday I kissed you goodbye and now I don't know who you are.
Though her hands ache to touch and her arms scream to embrace, Hotaru manages to stumble to a graceless stop in their living room, feeling small and out of place. Explanations had been enough the first time, even when life had moved on without her as she had expected it to. She isn't sure if there's fault to be had here, but her heart in her throat tells her who are you kidding, it's always yours.
"It -" her hand gestures to the dragon watching the Flood unblinking, too large to be newly hatched but still young enough to have time to grow further, and she immediately fumbles. Her, is insisted across her mind, and she shivers in full-body discomfort over the sensation of another consciousness being tied to hers once more after all this time. "She...I found her nest on accident." Undisturbed bones of a dead mate, cherished even in death, and no sign of eggs. "I was just stopping at the edge of the Draig to rest from flying. We scared each other. We -" Unbidden, her hand rises to her throat and bumps against the dragon's nose, remembering the teeth that had been there. Is there a scar? Had Frey wiped that away in the healing process? Hotaru hasn't even seen herself since waking up.
"I killed her. She killed me. But I can't die, not really." Sunjata knows that to be true, the same gift-and-curse that he bears. "Frey...they put something up around me for while I was healing, I guess. And tied our souls together in the process." Her hand moves away from the dragon once reminded it's there, discomfort burning up her throat. Or perhaps those are the tears which sting at her eyes now, sharp teeth stabbing into the inside of her cheek to try and stop them from falling. She's not trying to guilt her beloved into begrudging acceptance, no matter how she desperately prays for it. "I'm sorry. Beloved, I'm sorry. Frey said it's been - and I know last time was longer, but I didn't want there to be another time and -" please just come closer, yesterday I kissed you goodbye and now I don't know who you are.
HOTARU
