Hotaru
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
Why do we drift so far from home
“In that, you and I are of a kind,” she laments, recalling a bygone era when subtlety and planning had meant more than brute force directed by errant desires and childish whims. Not that childish whims were entirely amiss…especially if it helps them both achieve that same level of brute force that they now need to embrace in this new world.
It still feels new even after all this time.
Morose thoughts are luckily easily chased away by the grumbles of his impending retaliation, a low noise that only sparks fire across her cheeks as she grins. Mud is his weapon of choice against her, but this time she’s prepared, lifting the bracers Frey had given her to bounce it harmlessly away. Darting close, she seeks to grab onto him, ready to try out a new magic she had discovered quite by accident when shopping one afternoon: “Freeze!” More a yip of excited playfulness than a command, wondering the extent of her abilities (of which she will find it’s not much).
It still feels new even after all this time.
Morose thoughts are luckily easily chased away by the grumbles of his impending retaliation, a low noise that only sparks fire across her cheeks as she grins. Mud is his weapon of choice against her, but this time she’s prepared, lifting the bracers Frey had given her to bounce it harmlessly away. Darting close, she seeks to grab onto him, ready to try out a new magic she had discovered quite by accident when shopping one afternoon: “Freeze!” More a yip of excited playfulness than a command, wondering the extent of her abilities (of which she will find it’s not much).
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Where we will never be alone
