maybe who we were then is shattered, but who we are in the end is what matters
"Only because it inconveniences someone as lovely as yourself," Hotaru laughs, a little breathless and strained but holding tight to her composure while she has it. It's going to be a long haul. Her eyes water a little as Vai and Remi move immediately, a tandem effort clearly crafted through years of love and closeness, all for her own sake. Her hand squeezes Remi's back, the lump in her throat refusing any words of reply, but there is nothing but gratitude at the forefront for him to feel when his skin touches her own.
In his absence there is only Vai, whose maternal aura both soothes and hurts as it had the first time they'd met. "Of course," and she bares her arms, scratched in scores with dark, hard blood over the blankets. At least her wings had taken most of the damage. Hearing Remi's faint apology, Ru gives a fond smile, ignoring how it wavers. "Hopeless, that man. He did the world a favor by preferring his own gender." One dainty hand reaches for Vai wherever it can land. "Though he's not the only one who would be hopeless without you. Thank you, Vai."
In his absence there is only Vai, whose maternal aura both soothes and hurts as it had the first time they'd met. "Of course," and she bares her arms, scratched in scores with dark, hard blood over the blankets. At least her wings had taken most of the damage. Hearing Remi's faint apology, Ru gives a fond smile, ignoring how it wavers. "Hopeless, that man. He did the world a favor by preferring his own gender." One dainty hand reaches for Vai wherever it can land. "Though he's not the only one who would be hopeless without you. Thank you, Vai."
