HOTARU
I know when you were little girls
You dreamt of being in my world
You dreamt of being in my world
She’s not expecting company as her pillow cradles her head that night. Preemptive grief has made her unnaturally celibate, or perhaps it is the strings of a half-realized relationship that keeps her tied down in the snow like a hare beset by a patient hunter.
Either way, if her dream had previously held any lucidity or shape, it is forgotten as a familiar presence makes its way into her own awareness. Bringing consciousness with it like a slow-brightening candle until she is blinking her eyes and turning on curiously bare feet. The snow beneath them is not cold, but she can’t determine which of them is causing that. “Remi?” she calls softly, slowly spinning until his dark curly head appears. Confusion curls in slight lines between her brows as she turns and moves towards him. For all their strange history, she has no fear in approaching him, only the worry that this might be the portent of something terrible. “Is everything alright? Do you need me?” For what, it doesn’t matter. He has her loyalty, no matter how strangely won.
Either way, if her dream had previously held any lucidity or shape, it is forgotten as a familiar presence makes its way into her own awareness. Bringing consciousness with it like a slow-brightening candle until she is blinking her eyes and turning on curiously bare feet. The snow beneath them is not cold, but she can’t determine which of them is causing that. “Remi?” she calls softly, slowly spinning until his dark curly head appears. Confusion curls in slight lines between her brows as she turns and moves towards him. For all their strange history, she has no fear in approaching him, only the worry that this might be the portent of something terrible. “Is everything alright? Do you need me?” For what, it doesn’t matter. He has her loyalty, no matter how strangely won.
Don't forget it, don't forget it
respect that and bow down bitches
respect that and bow down bitches
