Hotaru
I miss the days when stars were saintly
They sang to me in ways innately
They sang to me in ways innately
Her letter to Noah is nearly word-for-word as he’d written before, when he lost Cordelia. Please come.
She doesn’t have many people to reach out to anymore. Talyson and Alys, once, but no longer. All others already an absence she’s used to accounting for; Rexanna chief among them. How ironic, what they’d last discussed before Hotaru’s ill-fated journey. She’d been nervous to ask about the potential for children. Now she sits in an empty house.
Deimos would have come if she called. She knows it. But she’s scared - scared of him taking her side, because she knows she has one somewhere in this mess. Scared to repeat history somehow. Scared to prove him right after so much convincing and adamance over her and Sunjata reconnecting. Ru knows she’ll go to him regardless but right now she just wants Noah to do for her what she’d once done for him. Sad, how events of ruin define their friendship more than anything else. She would feel guiltier if they didn’t both accept it readily.
It takes time for Noah to arrive. Such is the unfortunate reality. Hotaru doesn’t measure the time - doesn’t care to, if she even had the ability. She sits on the couch and stares at the empty fireplace. Sleeps and wakes there. Drinks, when the dragon bids her aggressively enough, but does little else to continue natural life. Except breathe. She can’t choose to stop that one. Just another thing she can’t control.
She names the dragon on the day he arrives. Unwilling to say what they are to each other still, but tired of calling her creature. Andraste doesn’t seem to mind. Hotaru hates her for her patience.
She doesn’t turn her head when he comes in. Curled in a ball against the arm of the couch, the soft golden glow of her magic the only light in the room. Andraste prowls uncertainly along the back of the couch, eyeing Noah but otherwise refraining from inserting herself. Noah, warbles through the bond that rose the moment he was within distance.
She doesn’t have many people to reach out to anymore. Talyson and Alys, once, but no longer. All others already an absence she’s used to accounting for; Rexanna chief among them. How ironic, what they’d last discussed before Hotaru’s ill-fated journey. She’d been nervous to ask about the potential for children. Now she sits in an empty house.
Deimos would have come if she called. She knows it. But she’s scared - scared of him taking her side, because she knows she has one somewhere in this mess. Scared to repeat history somehow. Scared to prove him right after so much convincing and adamance over her and Sunjata reconnecting. Ru knows she’ll go to him regardless but right now she just wants Noah to do for her what she’d once done for him. Sad, how events of ruin define their friendship more than anything else. She would feel guiltier if they didn’t both accept it readily.
It takes time for Noah to arrive. Such is the unfortunate reality. Hotaru doesn’t measure the time - doesn’t care to, if she even had the ability. She sits on the couch and stares at the empty fireplace. Sleeps and wakes there. Drinks, when the dragon bids her aggressively enough, but does little else to continue natural life. Except breathe. She can’t choose to stop that one. Just another thing she can’t control.
She names the dragon on the day he arrives. Unwilling to say what they are to each other still, but tired of calling her creature. Andraste doesn’t seem to mind. Hotaru hates her for her patience.
She doesn’t turn her head when he comes in. Curled in a ball against the arm of the couch, the soft golden glow of her magic the only light in the room. Andraste prowls uncertainly along the back of the couch, eyeing Noah but otherwise refraining from inserting herself. Noah, warbles through the bond that rose the moment he was within distance.
But my ghost was lost to the grownup gallows
So I find my spirit in the bottle
So I find my spirit in the bottle
