I lost who I was, forgot myself in the hands of someone who didn't know me
I'm slowly undoing their devastation, unfolding the corners
I'm slowly undoing their devastation, unfolding the corners
Despite the cold, Hotaru is stripped down to a simple sleeveless shirt, coat hanging on the door handle of her spa and lighter flannel tied around her waist. Her pathway has been packed down by clientele, leaving it to ice over into a dangerous inevitable location for injury. Not the best considering most people come to her spa to heal from such things.
Armed with a shovel and Atlas’ teasingly sardonic support, she labors away starting from the doorstep. It has been a few hours yet, pausing only for a light lunch and tea before setting back out to try and wrangle the snow into submission. As such she has already worked up a fine sweat, baby hairs clinging to her cheeks and forehead even after tying the bulk of her hair up and out of the way.
The scrape of the shovel and her own steady breathing is her chorus for the morning, surprisingly fit arms taking unrelentingly to the task as she works in the bleak spring sunshine.
Armed with a shovel and Atlas’ teasingly sardonic support, she labors away starting from the doorstep. It has been a few hours yet, pausing only for a light lunch and tea before setting back out to try and wrangle the snow into submission. As such she has already worked up a fine sweat, baby hairs clinging to her cheeks and forehead even after tying the bulk of her hair up and out of the way.
The scrape of the shovel and her own steady breathing is her chorus for the morning, surprisingly fit arms taking unrelentingly to the task as she works in the bleak spring sunshine.
and picking up the pieces that were chiseled away
HOTARU
