maybe who we were then is shattered, but who we are in the end is what matters
The dream world had been preferable in many ways. As she wakes to Remi's whisper and the curious nature of bare skin against sheets, the cramps around her belly and lower back are brought to the forefront of her awareness. She'd spend the time alone doing the math, counting the weeks and repeating the number to herself. Early, but not too early. Just enough. She prays it will be enough.
Opening her eyes into the darkness and feeling the remnants of heat in her skin, Hotaru lets feline eyes overtake her own, finding the room much the same from the last time she'd seen it. Exhaling a slow, controlled breath to manage the pain of injuries and contractions both, Hotaru struggles up onto her elbows. "Where should I move? I can't imagine anything more rude than giving birth on someone else's bed," she manages the joke through the tight band around her chest. Apologies will surely come when she is delirious and in the middle of birth, Hotaru is sure of it. For Vai, for Remi, for Halo. Sparing them the words now is a kindness she can manage.
Opening her eyes into the darkness and feeling the remnants of heat in her skin, Hotaru lets feline eyes overtake her own, finding the room much the same from the last time she'd seen it. Exhaling a slow, controlled breath to manage the pain of injuries and contractions both, Hotaru struggles up onto her elbows. "Where should I move? I can't imagine anything more rude than giving birth on someone else's bed," she manages the joke through the tight band around her chest. Apologies will surely come when she is delirious and in the middle of birth, Hotaru is sure of it. For Vai, for Remi, for Halo. Sparing them the words now is a kindness she can manage.
