you are not a grave for people to bury their pain inside
never to be remembered again
never to be remembered again
It probably shouldn’t feel like she’s sitting in front of the fire conspiring with her brother as they grin at each other, but Hotaru never expected normality out of the new tethers that bind them. “Why take others off the table prematurely?” Hotaru has slept with more than enough people she should have forbidden herself from - case in point Remi.
Remi’s soft voice is at odds with the material it delivers, and Hotaru forced herself to hum quietly and digest what he says instead of rising immediately to Deimos’ defense. “Do you think your relationship with Ronin seems healthy to eyes that peer from the outside?” They’d talked before of how they considered their own manners of loving to be unhealthy, and their own refusal to care about it. “You said yourself that you’re aware of the unfairness in our relationship - the easy power you hold over me. Is that not reason entirely to be worried for my safety? When you are a married man at that, and to another person whose power he can’t match?” Ronin had been civil and kind last she’d met him, but Hotaru isn’t betting on that continuing if they ever meet again. “Two uncontrollable variables, and only one with any inclination to be courteous to me.” And that lack of control, of ability to stave off damage and harm, she knows what that would do to Deimos.
“You laugh because it seems ludicrous. And it is. But that’s exactly why he’s worried.” And she loves Deimos all the more for it, to have stood up to someone with Remi’s power and been frank with his worries. For her. She misses him anew with an ache that shudders her next exhale. Though her own voice is tempered for the children beginning to nod off after so long being still, there’s no tension to otherwise let it rise. Whatever becomes of Remi and Deimos’ relationship, all she can do is show him another angle to the equation.
Remi’s soft voice is at odds with the material it delivers, and Hotaru forced herself to hum quietly and digest what he says instead of rising immediately to Deimos’ defense. “Do you think your relationship with Ronin seems healthy to eyes that peer from the outside?” They’d talked before of how they considered their own manners of loving to be unhealthy, and their own refusal to care about it. “You said yourself that you’re aware of the unfairness in our relationship - the easy power you hold over me. Is that not reason entirely to be worried for my safety? When you are a married man at that, and to another person whose power he can’t match?” Ronin had been civil and kind last she’d met him, but Hotaru isn’t betting on that continuing if they ever meet again. “Two uncontrollable variables, and only one with any inclination to be courteous to me.” And that lack of control, of ability to stave off damage and harm, she knows what that would do to Deimos.
“You laugh because it seems ludicrous. And it is. But that’s exactly why he’s worried.” And she loves Deimos all the more for it, to have stood up to someone with Remi’s power and been frank with his worries. For her. She misses him anew with an ache that shudders her next exhale. Though her own voice is tempered for the children beginning to nod off after so long being still, there’s no tension to otherwise let it rise. Whatever becomes of Remi and Deimos’ relationship, all she can do is show him another angle to the equation.
you are magic given physical form
Hotaru
