maybe who we were then is shattered, but who we are in the end is what matters
He is not the only one who has marveled at that; Hotaru often wonders how she can feel all these emotions so intensely, how she can carry all this grief on such small shoulders. Often, her soul feels far older than her body. Not surprising given it quite literally is given her history in Helovia prior to The Voice bringing her here, but it is difficult to grapple with mentally.
Tal holds her closer, and she buries into his skin like a child who only wants to be held after having a terrible nightmare. It's not too far from the truth; Ru knows she's awake, but it's hard to hold tight to that knowledge, constantly having to look away from shadows in the corners of her eyes that aren't really there.
The question is unexpected and leaves her silent and still. This almost feels harder to talk about than his death, but she doesn't want to forget the boy he'd been either.
"Quiet," she murmurs, starting slowly. "Awkward. He relied on his twin sister most days, and they were very close." Perhaps too close given Romina's possessive, controlling nature, but they had been like twin stars destined to sit side-by-side in the eternal sky. "He loved to create things. Machines, mostly. He was so talented with his hands." A trait he had gotten from his father, as the only artistry Hotaru has in her body is for fashion and jewelry. "He was so sensitive beneath it all; he had difficulties with speech, and often came off intimidating. But he was the most loving boy." And it makes her cry immediately to remember it, but these feel different. Less painful somehow.
Tal holds her closer, and she buries into his skin like a child who only wants to be held after having a terrible nightmare. It's not too far from the truth; Ru knows she's awake, but it's hard to hold tight to that knowledge, constantly having to look away from shadows in the corners of her eyes that aren't really there.
The question is unexpected and leaves her silent and still. This almost feels harder to talk about than his death, but she doesn't want to forget the boy he'd been either.
"Quiet," she murmurs, starting slowly. "Awkward. He relied on his twin sister most days, and they were very close." Perhaps too close given Romina's possessive, controlling nature, but they had been like twin stars destined to sit side-by-side in the eternal sky. "He loved to create things. Machines, mostly. He was so talented with his hands." A trait he had gotten from his father, as the only artistry Hotaru has in her body is for fashion and jewelry. "He was so sensitive beneath it all; he had difficulties with speech, and often came off intimidating. But he was the most loving boy." And it makes her cry immediately to remember it, but these feel different. Less painful somehow.
