HOTARU
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
He gives her the privacy she needs, though she holds him dear enough to not need it. Their grief is shared, if colored in shades of different colors, closeness no less while still differing in nature. She presses Rexanna's cold hand to her cheek, hot tears trailing down as if to try and flow inside her sister's veins to warm her back to life with the expression of her grief. But those are miracles found in fairy tales and bedtime stories. The hand in hers never moves, those brilliant eyes don't stir and open. Her tears do little else than collect upon her cheeks and stain the wood grain where her sister's body lies.
When Bastien lays his hand upon her, she slumps towards the touch helplessly. Rexanna had always been her rock, tethered together at the hip. Without her, Hotaru feels unmoored. Sinking and lost in the dark grasp of the sea, choking and drowning in grief and tears. "As was I," she admits in shattered undertone, eyes finally finding the strength to open and listlessly move towards Bastien. "I don't know what to do without her." Eyes fall to the child Bastien cradles, and she frees one hand to slowly - in case she is denied - stroke the back of a finger down the child's cherubic cheek. So alike the two of them it almost hurts to see, and yet it lifts her spirits all the same as children always have. To know that Rexanna's spirit and heart lives on, in the way Hotaru knows her own children would do.
When Bastien lays his hand upon her, she slumps towards the touch helplessly. Rexanna had always been her rock, tethered together at the hip. Without her, Hotaru feels unmoored. Sinking and lost in the dark grasp of the sea, choking and drowning in grief and tears. "As was I," she admits in shattered undertone, eyes finally finding the strength to open and listlessly move towards Bastien. "I don't know what to do without her." Eyes fall to the child Bastien cradles, and she frees one hand to slowly - in case she is denied - stroke the back of a finger down the child's cherubic cheek. So alike the two of them it almost hurts to see, and yet it lifts her spirits all the same as children always have. To know that Rexanna's spirit and heart lives on, in the way Hotaru knows her own children would do.
singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
