I lend everyone my ear, but nobody my heart
and I sure would like to change that, but I don't know where to start
and I sure would like to change that, but I don't know where to start
The summer night is clear and cold, and the lack of light helps her forget that she is missing a shadow. Sleep comes rarely now; nightmares of Atlas’ last moments, regret for her own foolishness, Deimos’ bowed shoulders. That and a pervasive queasy sickness that only tea and utter avoidance of food seems to quell. A quiet voice tries to speak in the back of her mind, maternal and utterly sure, and yet the soft tap of her boots on the cobblestone is enough to drown it away another night.
A cloud is unexpected enough with the clear sky - heralding a man atop it? Well, at least Hotaru can claim her curiosity is a byproduct of her cat form now. The streets are empty aside from them as she approaches, breath creating frosted clouds against her nose and cheeks as she calls out. “I’m sure you’re no bold solitary invader, but I do have to question the entrance - cloudy with a chance of man?” The teasing tone rolls naturally as Ru pulls her hood back to reveal golden hair and a playful expression.
A cloud is unexpected enough with the clear sky - heralding a man atop it? Well, at least Hotaru can claim her curiosity is a byproduct of her cat form now. The streets are empty aside from them as she approaches, breath creating frosted clouds against her nose and cheeks as she calls out. “I’m sure you’re no bold solitary invader, but I do have to question the entrance - cloudy with a chance of man?” The teasing tone rolls naturally as Ru pulls her hood back to reveal golden hair and a playful expression.
Hotaru
