i've got this feeling, and i've got this shovel
between me and you you're in a lot of trouble
between me and you you're in a lot of trouble
Hotaru knows she could kill George in the crush of her hand, but for once her heart - normally so iced and dismissive - holds back the blow that might save her. Already she has allowed him to get the upper hand too many times, weakening her out of sentimentality in a way no other foe would normally be allowed. It shatters her heart more with each passing moment, reinforcing old fears and demons Hotaru never thought would see the light of day again. Tingal's sneering face as he snapped her leg to keep her from running, Thranduil cooing venomous sweet words into her ears as she was poisoned, they both merge with George's blurred features as he shoves her by her neck into the snow.
She could never stand up against them, why would anything have changed now?
Why would she have changed?
Useless, soft-hearted Hotaru.
But this time, she isn't alone.
George is ripped off her so violently she hacks and coughs as air swiftly returns to her lungs, throat already purpling from George's grip. He didn't hold back at all, she realizes. Whatever is wrong with him - whether he truly is just a terrible man beneath it all, or something more complex is at play - there can be no more hesitation moving forward.
Rolling onto her uninjured side in a slow, painful motion, her heart flips in her chest to see Sunjata half-shifted and furious with George beneath his grip, magnificent and terrifying in the weak moonlight. Relief and terror stain her side of the bond which remains flayed open like a gaping wound, bleeding fear and confusion with every beat of her racing heart. He's here, he came, she's safe.
Getting to her knees, she stumbles towards them, unsure who she should be stopping at this point but knowing she needs to be by Sunjata's side. Only to immediately stagger and hit one knee, gripping the stab wound in her side with a hurt noise. He asked for me - he attacked me in the rooms - she tries to share, thoughts scattering beneath the encroaching shock. "George, stop," she growls, voice thick with pain, wondering if Sunjata even knows who it is beneath his hands. Trying to give the thief one last chance to prove her wrong.
She could never stand up against them, why would anything have changed now?
Why would she have changed?
Useless, soft-hearted Hotaru.
But this time, she isn't alone.
George is ripped off her so violently she hacks and coughs as air swiftly returns to her lungs, throat already purpling from George's grip. He didn't hold back at all, she realizes. Whatever is wrong with him - whether he truly is just a terrible man beneath it all, or something more complex is at play - there can be no more hesitation moving forward.
Rolling onto her uninjured side in a slow, painful motion, her heart flips in her chest to see Sunjata half-shifted and furious with George beneath his grip, magnificent and terrifying in the weak moonlight. Relief and terror stain her side of the bond which remains flayed open like a gaping wound, bleeding fear and confusion with every beat of her racing heart. He's here, he came, she's safe.
Getting to her knees, she stumbles towards them, unsure who she should be stopping at this point but knowing she needs to be by Sunjata's side. Only to immediately stagger and hit one knee, gripping the stab wound in her side with a hurt noise. He asked for me - he attacked me in the rooms - she tries to share, thoughts scattering beneath the encroaching shock. "George, stop," she growls, voice thick with pain, wondering if Sunjata even knows who it is beneath his hands. Trying to give the thief one last chance to prove her wrong.
because it's not murder if i bury you alive
HOTARU
