Hotaru
we're not lovers, we're just strangers
with the same damn hunger
with the same damn hunger
She falls into him as she has many times before, engulfed by his arms as they come to hold her, connecting her to the world where moments before she’d been adrift. His scent is as familiar to her as her children’s, one she could place even blind and deaf. She clings to him with hands that go white with how they press into his back.
Andraste lands lightly behind her, uncertain but inquisitive - though she gives them space aplenty. Ru pulls back with a shaking gasp, needing to see Deimos’ face more than hiding in his chest. “I’m sorry,” she firmly asserts first and foremost, the sincerity of it bleeding through the bond - which she keeps otherwise half-muted, so he won’t have to feel the weight of her pain. “No excuse is good enough. Flora said you looked for me - and I know the letter wasn’t enough.” Her heart aches with a love that hurts as much as it comforts. Of course he had looked. Hotaru would have bet her life on the notion. Still, it hurts to know - or, more fairly, to assume - that he’d done more than Sunjata had.
Turning slightly over her shoulder to look at Andraste, the Valkyrie bites her lip and beckons her closer with a tilt of her chin. Looking back at Deimos from under golden lashes, she worries at her trapped lip until it stings and threatens blood. “This is Andraste. She’s my companion - and why I disappeared. Well…died, to be frank.” Something she still hasn’t properly processed.
Andraste lands lightly behind her, uncertain but inquisitive - though she gives them space aplenty. Ru pulls back with a shaking gasp, needing to see Deimos’ face more than hiding in his chest. “I’m sorry,” she firmly asserts first and foremost, the sincerity of it bleeding through the bond - which she keeps otherwise half-muted, so he won’t have to feel the weight of her pain. “No excuse is good enough. Flora said you looked for me - and I know the letter wasn’t enough.” Her heart aches with a love that hurts as much as it comforts. Of course he had looked. Hotaru would have bet her life on the notion. Still, it hurts to know - or, more fairly, to assume - that he’d done more than Sunjata had.
Turning slightly over her shoulder to look at Andraste, the Valkyrie bites her lip and beckons her closer with a tilt of her chin. Looking back at Deimos from under golden lashes, she worries at her trapped lip until it stings and threatens blood. “This is Andraste. She’s my companion - and why I disappeared. Well…died, to be frank.” Something she still hasn’t properly processed.
to be touched, to be loved
to feel anything at all
to feel anything at all
