my held breath fills the room with blood
hurting in ways I can't describe
She arrives quietly, no more than the sound of her footsteps outside the threshold, opening the door without a care for propriety. Closing it behind her as she leans against it, taking strength from the wood that keeps her standing as her head tilts back against it. Hotaru isn't precisely sure how she's feeling in the wake of the disastrous wedding she has just escaped from, but she's here because she trusts nobody else to see her through the maelstrom as she figures it out.
Still half-slumped against the door she calls out into the house, knowing he likely has already heard the door open and close. "Deimos?" One hand still on the doorknob to keep herself on her feet, she at least manages to stand, no longer leaning on the wood behind her. "I think I need a drink."
Still half-slumped against the door she calls out into the house, knowing he likely has already heard the door open and close. "Deimos?" One hand still on the doorknob to keep herself on her feet, she at least manages to stand, no longer leaning on the wood behind her. "I think I need a drink."
my heart bends and breaks
so many, many times
HOTARU
