HOTARU
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Selfishly, Hotaru does not aid in the preparation efforts.
She stays inside with her daughter, for as long as Flora can stand her quiet, resilient presence. Ru strives not to be overbearing, not to hover, but she guards the door like a furious draconic creature. The last defense between her sole remaining child, and the hungry, cruel world that has taken every other.
She doesn’t sleep much. There are no companions left, either, to keep watch or awaken her. There is only Hotaru now, the sole keeper of vigils at the window, the empty void of a woman that she has become staring back through the snow-stained reflection in the glass.
It is how she sees Talyson approaching, listless and meandering. Like a wintering bear she sits contemplative, only to rise soundlessly to approach the door. No beloveds have attempted to visit her yet; she still awaits the return of Deimos and Noah, though she suspects it will be any moment yet. Talyson is the first.
The door opens with a soft groan, and Hotaru steps out into the cold, far from fit for the weather and yet equally uncaring. “Tal,” she says softly, and nothing more. Any other words die in the closing of the door, and in the image of the Valkyrie - tiny, yet somehow darker - standing motionless on the stoop beside him. Scant inches between, and yet a yawning maw of miles to overcome.
She stays inside with her daughter, for as long as Flora can stand her quiet, resilient presence. Ru strives not to be overbearing, not to hover, but she guards the door like a furious draconic creature. The last defense between her sole remaining child, and the hungry, cruel world that has taken every other.
She doesn’t sleep much. There are no companions left, either, to keep watch or awaken her. There is only Hotaru now, the sole keeper of vigils at the window, the empty void of a woman that she has become staring back through the snow-stained reflection in the glass.
It is how she sees Talyson approaching, listless and meandering. Like a wintering bear she sits contemplative, only to rise soundlessly to approach the door. No beloveds have attempted to visit her yet; she still awaits the return of Deimos and Noah, though she suspects it will be any moment yet. Talyson is the first.
The door opens with a soft groan, and Hotaru steps out into the cold, far from fit for the weather and yet equally uncaring. “Tal,” she says softly, and nothing more. Any other words die in the closing of the door, and in the image of the Valkyrie - tiny, yet somehow darker - standing motionless on the stoop beside him. Scant inches between, and yet a yawning maw of miles to overcome.
singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
