Hotaru
I want a snowfall kind of love
the kind of love that quiets the world
the kind of love that quiets the world
“If your love is as you describe, to have forgotten you is no small feat.” Her own mouth goes tense, full lips bleeding white as she clamps her mouth tightly down. “That’s not ego, it’s rightful suspicion. Even if Ronin were inclined to try and part from her or rebel against her, he would bend to her whim; quite the herald of life.” And quite the reason for Hotaru to aim her suspicion higher up the ladder, to the far more elusive gods above. Her embittered voice is as sharp as the snapping pace she keeps at his side, a hilariously contrasting pair as Remi hauls the ursur’s body next to her own diminutive form.
Relief crests like a wave over her fake features at his condolences, for what they are. The only words that would not poke and prod at her tender pride. “The feeling is mutual,” she assures in undertone, at risk of being swallowed by the wind. It better hides the aching rawness of her sincerity. “To involve children...it’s a heinous act, what she’s done to all of us. To them perhaps most of all.” Their lives mere tipping pieces on a scale, pawns to play against their parents. Her blood burns on their behalf more than her own, even with all her heartbreak. Hotaru has no way of knowing the fate of Remi’s child, so much like her own, but a fierce protectiveness settles in her all the same that has her gliding closer as they walk. As if he has not already proven he can take care of himself.
“I’m not the type to keep my head down, I don’t expect I’ll be capable of it even if I wanted - or the gods allowed it.” Recruitment seems to be in full swing after all. “If I’m to risk my life anyway, why not pick the slowest poison and take what I can as repayment while I live?” Power, importance, glory. Ephemeral things, but appealing when framed against her own mortality.
Relief crests like a wave over her fake features at his condolences, for what they are. The only words that would not poke and prod at her tender pride. “The feeling is mutual,” she assures in undertone, at risk of being swallowed by the wind. It better hides the aching rawness of her sincerity. “To involve children...it’s a heinous act, what she’s done to all of us. To them perhaps most of all.” Their lives mere tipping pieces on a scale, pawns to play against their parents. Her blood burns on their behalf more than her own, even with all her heartbreak. Hotaru has no way of knowing the fate of Remi’s child, so much like her own, but a fierce protectiveness settles in her all the same that has her gliding closer as they walk. As if he has not already proven he can take care of himself.
“I’m not the type to keep my head down, I don’t expect I’ll be capable of it even if I wanted - or the gods allowed it.” Recruitment seems to be in full swing after all. “If I’m to risk my life anyway, why not pick the slowest poison and take what I can as repayment while I live?” Power, importance, glory. Ephemeral things, but appealing when framed against her own mortality.
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?
