Hotaru
I want a snowfall kind of love
the kind of love that quiets the world
the kind of love that quiets the world
"Don't forget those traits in the tales you'll tell of me," she teases through the curl of her grin. While she'd be more than happy to let the stories of his scars tell themselves beneath her fingertips, they are too similarly wounded in another way. A far more cosmic way. Hotaru's smiling cheek twitches with the instinctive desire to snarl, betraying her agreement when he puts words to his hatred.
Hearing his declaration of love ironically hurts worse.
"Then her depravity is all the worse to have done it twice," she snarls, dark and loathing. Spinner's fingers clench and her chin juts, spinning to angrily tie to her bow to Atlas' bags lest she break it instead. To take a moment away from Remi's ethereal seaglass eyes and the familiar hatred she sees reflected in them. "No. It's not easier. But I envy you the power of your love, because when I found out?" Tying the last knot with a yanking vengeance, she spins in the snow to face him, eyes alight with fire. "I stabbed him. And I should've done far worse, because unlike Ronin? He knew exactly what he was getting into with her." And the worst part is she still fucking loves him, and it makes her sick to have two opposing forces fighting inside her.
Hearing his declaration of love ironically hurts worse.
"Then her depravity is all the worse to have done it twice," she snarls, dark and loathing. Spinner's fingers clench and her chin juts, spinning to angrily tie to her bow to Atlas' bags lest she break it instead. To take a moment away from Remi's ethereal seaglass eyes and the familiar hatred she sees reflected in them. "No. It's not easier. But I envy you the power of your love, because when I found out?" Tying the last knot with a yanking vengeance, she spins in the snow to face him, eyes alight with fire. "I stabbed him. And I should've done far worse, because unlike Ronin? He knew exactly what he was getting into with her." And the worst part is she still fucking loves him, and it makes her sick to have two opposing forces fighting inside her.
The kind of love that keeps you in bed all day
won't you bury me in your quiet love?
won't you bury me in your quiet love?
