you are not a grave for people to bury their pain inside
never to be remembered again
never to be remembered again
There shouldn't be peace when he joins her, but there is. A spot that doesn't ache when empty, but which creates a sense of completion when filled. Adjusting the twins so that she may reach for him, the Valkyrie lifts her head as his voice trails into unsaid things. "Nothing has been perfect since this all began," she whispers. "I won't begrudge the absence of it now." Lifting her knees to cradle the twins in the space of her hips, Hotaru closes her eyes and smiles, lips trembling with emotion she doesn't care to parse. "I'm here. They're here. You're here. That's all that matters to me."
Not Halo. Not Caido. Not the war. Just them.
Jolting, mismatched eyes fly open at his question, completely out of left field. "Are you joking?" is the first thing to trip off her lips, before she shakes her head slightly. Of course he wouldn't ask without reason. "No, absolutely not. I love him more than any other person I've met, don't get me wrong. But it's love that you'd hold for your family." Mischief feels easier to reach here in the glow of the firelight, and her lips curl with it, eyes catlike and slit with mirth. "That's the only tree I have no desire to climb." No matter how attractive the package.
Not Halo. Not Caido. Not the war. Just them.
Jolting, mismatched eyes fly open at his question, completely out of left field. "Are you joking?" is the first thing to trip off her lips, before she shakes her head slightly. Of course he wouldn't ask without reason. "No, absolutely not. I love him more than any other person I've met, don't get me wrong. But it's love that you'd hold for your family." Mischief feels easier to reach here in the glow of the firelight, and her lips curl with it, eyes catlike and slit with mirth. "That's the only tree I have no desire to climb." No matter how attractive the package.
you are magic given physical form
Hotaru
