Hotaru
with no outside threat just a fire in your chest
No vessel could have fully held the volume of her grief, but the monstrous, abandoned Academy had been the closest to sufficiency she could have envisioned. Evie had handed off the school immediately upon Hotaru’s inquisition, but the Valkyrie had no room in the scorched, barren remnants of her body to be grateful. Instead she had simply gotten to work.
It’s been a year now. A year without Enzo, a year without Wessex’s letters and stolen visits, a year without Nate.
Things don’t get better in the common sense. Happiness is a forgotten thing, but survival slowly becomes living. It’s a sad parody of living, but it’s better than being kept alive only by the fragile promises she made to her loved ones to do so.
As of a few days ago, the academy’s reconstruction is complete. All that had been left was to announce it in various lands and set a date for the grand opening. Hotaru had taken care of that; with her flighted forms, traveling without portals was much faster for her than Sah. Now, home at last, she walks down the street towards the Wild Thunder’s home, eyes still distant these days but less listless and lost in her own body as she’d been a year ago. She brightens slightly to see him already on the porch, a tiny smile on her lips as she ascends the stairs and sits in the empty chair beside his that has become unofficially hers. “The news is posted in every city. Now we just need to decide on our first round of students, and our opening day.” While the old, regal style of speech and elegant tone hasn’t left her, there is a defeated softness that she still hasn’t been able to shake.
It’s been a year now. A year without Enzo, a year without Wessex’s letters and stolen visits, a year without Nate.
Things don’t get better in the common sense. Happiness is a forgotten thing, but survival slowly becomes living. It’s a sad parody of living, but it’s better than being kept alive only by the fragile promises she made to her loved ones to do so.
As of a few days ago, the academy’s reconstruction is complete. All that had been left was to announce it in various lands and set a date for the grand opening. Hotaru had taken care of that; with her flighted forms, traveling without portals was much faster for her than Sah. Now, home at last, she walks down the street towards the Wild Thunder’s home, eyes still distant these days but less listless and lost in her own body as she’d been a year ago. She brightens slightly to see him already on the porch, a tiny smile on her lips as she ascends the stairs and sits in the empty chair beside his that has become unofficially hers. “The news is posted in every city. Now we just need to decide on our first round of students, and our opening day.” While the old, regal style of speech and elegant tone hasn’t left her, there is a defeated softness that she still hasn’t been able to shake.
and you're melting - all over everything
