Hotaru
we're not lovers, we're just strangers
with the same damn hunger
with the same damn hunger
He wouldn't be the first - or the last - to have thoughts and feelings on how all of this came to pass. Details and explanations often only mattered to the person who experienced them; she is already jaded enough to expect it. At least it will happen mostly behind her back, given how few people remain in her life. Fewer now than before she vanished. Is that something she should be grateful for?
Andraste stares back, expression (or as much as a dragon can have) unflinching but otherwise enigmatic. Hotaru, meanwhile, has a moue of understanding. Even now she struggles to accept Andraste's presence in her life, her soul. All she can do is have faith in Frey's decision and try to adapt. It's not like they could reverse it at this point.
When he brings her back to his chest she sinks into it, fine tremors dancing down her shoulders and into her hands. It's as close to forgiveness as she could expect and she thanks every god and herald for it. Ru can't stand to lose much more.
"No," she whispers, just loud enough to be heard from his sternum. "Sunjata...he broke off the engagement. His heart that he gave me, it withered in my pocket dimension. He can't feel love for me, or anyone, anymore. So it's over - all of it." Bile rises in her throat as she shares the news, numb heart capable of little more than trepidation regarding his reaction. "I'm living at Wildering House for now. That's as settled as I can be." Everyone seemed to care about Sunjata's dead heart, but what about hers? Did it matter less because people couldn't gawk at it in person like a museum display? He is free of the entrapments of pain and grief, while she must live with it every moment hereafter. Perhaps that is his retribution.
Andraste stares back, expression (or as much as a dragon can have) unflinching but otherwise enigmatic. Hotaru, meanwhile, has a moue of understanding. Even now she struggles to accept Andraste's presence in her life, her soul. All she can do is have faith in Frey's decision and try to adapt. It's not like they could reverse it at this point.
When he brings her back to his chest she sinks into it, fine tremors dancing down her shoulders and into her hands. It's as close to forgiveness as she could expect and she thanks every god and herald for it. Ru can't stand to lose much more.
"No," she whispers, just loud enough to be heard from his sternum. "Sunjata...he broke off the engagement. His heart that he gave me, it withered in my pocket dimension. He can't feel love for me, or anyone, anymore. So it's over - all of it." Bile rises in her throat as she shares the news, numb heart capable of little more than trepidation regarding his reaction. "I'm living at Wildering House for now. That's as settled as I can be." Everyone seemed to care about Sunjata's dead heart, but what about hers? Did it matter less because people couldn't gawk at it in person like a museum display? He is free of the entrapments of pain and grief, while she must live with it every moment hereafter. Perhaps that is his retribution.
to be touched, to be loved
to feel anything at all
to feel anything at all
