HOTARU
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
There is only so much energy left in her to be spent, even on things like tears. As badly as she needs the emotional release, the hours - days? - spent holding vigil over her son’s body, over her daughter who is more body than girl now, are fast catching up to her. Though she has never looked down upon Tal, the differences in their age, experience, and disposition has admittedly led Hotaru to take on a more dominant angle to their relationship. It feels strange to lean on him now, to break apart in his arms; to find that, somehow, he doesn’t buckle beneath the weight of her grief. Remaining steady, unmoved, and supportive.
Her sobs turn to ragged gasps, lungs too desperately in need of air to sustain the emotive grief. She is so accustomed to Deimos’ careful avoidance of promises, so like herself, that Talyson’s vows leave her rocked and unsteady. It’s a promise he can’t make. Shouldn’t make - because she clings to it immediately. Unable to remember the last time someone so naively promised to stay forever, it’s like a drug, and she finds herself clinging to it like an addict.
Alas, the strength even to cling is gone like a blinked out star, and she is left limp in Tal’s arms, breathing slowing but becoming more ragged. “I’m so tired,” she cries, and feels it down to her bones.
Her sobs turn to ragged gasps, lungs too desperately in need of air to sustain the emotive grief. She is so accustomed to Deimos’ careful avoidance of promises, so like herself, that Talyson’s vows leave her rocked and unsteady. It’s a promise he can’t make. Shouldn’t make - because she clings to it immediately. Unable to remember the last time someone so naively promised to stay forever, it’s like a drug, and she finds herself clinging to it like an addict.
Alas, the strength even to cling is gone like a blinked out star, and she is left limp in Tal’s arms, breathing slowing but becoming more ragged. “I’m so tired,” she cries, and feels it down to her bones.
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
