She had never once considered he would deny her this small, vulnerable request, and yet when he agrees readily it brings her peace anew. But as he begins to contemplate, muse, prepare - always one to move his hands and feet when tasked with the caring and healing of someone - she interrupts quietly against his chest. "Can we - as our animals?" It's a disjointed question, almost childlike. She has watched over Flora as a mountain lion most days, finding what little respite form grief that she can in the simplicity of sinking into more animalistic tendencies, a lack of higher thinking. To be curled up together in front of the hearth until she slips into sleep is all she can ask for in this moment. Whether he stays beside her or retreats to his own bed doesn't matter, so long as he is there when she finds slumber.
"Both, please. Though no alcohol." She is reminded sharply of the fact that she has eaten nearly nothing in her grieving days. Always ensuring Flora does - and looking away when the girl conspicuously shuffles the edibles around her plate to affect an image of consumption - but admittedly not doing the same for herself. Already Hotaru had not been much of a drinker, something Deimos already knows. A woman intent on control, both of herself and others, did not have need for mind-altering substances. But she had also always known that the allure of the bottle shone too brightly for someone as plagued by hurt and loss as herself. She has always known that one sip too many, one bad day extended into weeks and months of incoherency, would be her swift downfall.
"Both, please. Though no alcohol." She is reminded sharply of the fact that she has eaten nearly nothing in her grieving days. Always ensuring Flora does - and looking away when the girl conspicuously shuffles the edibles around her plate to affect an image of consumption - but admittedly not doing the same for herself. Already Hotaru had not been much of a drinker, something Deimos already knows. A woman intent on control, both of herself and others, did not have need for mind-altering substances. But she had also always known that the allure of the bottle shone too brightly for someone as plagued by hurt and loss as herself. She has always known that one sip too many, one bad day extended into weeks and months of incoherency, would be her swift downfall.
Feel the fear and swallow back the tears
Let weakness disappear, there's nobody but me here
Let weakness disappear, there's nobody but me here
