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
Her magic is not yet strong enough to leave him without a scar, and though the blood conceals it, staring at where she knows it to be is easier to bear than risking looking into Sunjata's eyes and seeing rejection there. Hotaru is not the type to feel guilty for taking a life, but she is still so terrified of being abandoned. What if she has ruined it all already? What if this is it? She has killed the only man she could see herself falling for, and now she will lose the other she'd finally been given another chance with?
The shaking worsens with the tumult of her emotions, and her magic feels as far away as the snow on her skin and the blood upon it. If she doesn't heal herself, will Sunjata stay a moment longer? Can she stand to manipulate him that way for her own benefit? Her fingers touch against her stab wound, free of magic and making her wince, choking down a whimper that comes out thick with emotion she can't get ahead of.
Sunjata takes it all away in a mere moment, pulling her away from George and simultaneously into him where she sinks deeper instantly, hands rising to cling desperately to whatever she can get in her grasp. Wherever he takes her doesn't matter so long as he keeps her in his arms. Perhaps she should feel more rattled over having killed a man as opposed to losing Sunjata, but she doesn't. Nothing is worse than that.
Standing is a painful experience, but his soft rumbling tone - still deep and gravelly with his half-shift - keeps her captivated and distracted from the hurt. The kiss upon her cheek is contrastingly warm, and she startles upon realizing she is cold. Why? Shouldn't her blessing still be in effect? Together they look down at the wound on her side, and Ru realizes it might be shock or perhaps blood loss. Belatedly she realizes her own side of the bond has been wide open, likely because of said effects, and that her terror and need for him to keep her close has been splashed across the bond like the blood on her skin. "You came," she says dumbly, brain still desperately trying to catch up and bond thrumming with gratitude and love that still can't overshadow the fear and confusion beneath. Magic helps knit up the worst of her stab wound, but the cut on her arm remains, and she will surely scar as well. Her first real scar in Caido. "Thank you," she whispers in parallel to his own thanks, and it encompasses every little thing she can think to thank him for.
Thank you for coming when I called for you. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for staying, for not judging me, for not hating me.
Thank you.
- Fin
The shaking worsens with the tumult of her emotions, and her magic feels as far away as the snow on her skin and the blood upon it. If she doesn't heal herself, will Sunjata stay a moment longer? Can she stand to manipulate him that way for her own benefit? Her fingers touch against her stab wound, free of magic and making her wince, choking down a whimper that comes out thick with emotion she can't get ahead of.
Sunjata takes it all away in a mere moment, pulling her away from George and simultaneously into him where she sinks deeper instantly, hands rising to cling desperately to whatever she can get in her grasp. Wherever he takes her doesn't matter so long as he keeps her in his arms. Perhaps she should feel more rattled over having killed a man as opposed to losing Sunjata, but she doesn't. Nothing is worse than that.
Standing is a painful experience, but his soft rumbling tone - still deep and gravelly with his half-shift - keeps her captivated and distracted from the hurt. The kiss upon her cheek is contrastingly warm, and she startles upon realizing she is cold. Why? Shouldn't her blessing still be in effect? Together they look down at the wound on her side, and Ru realizes it might be shock or perhaps blood loss. Belatedly she realizes her own side of the bond has been wide open, likely because of said effects, and that her terror and need for him to keep her close has been splashed across the bond like the blood on her skin. "You came," she says dumbly, brain still desperately trying to catch up and bond thrumming with gratitude and love that still can't overshadow the fear and confusion beneath. Magic helps knit up the worst of her stab wound, but the cut on her arm remains, and she will surely scar as well. Her first real scar in Caido. "Thank you," she whispers in parallel to his own thanks, and it encompasses every little thing she can think to thank him for.
Thank you for coming when I called for you. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for staying, for not judging me, for not hating me.
Thank you.
- Fin
because it's not murder if i bury you alive
HOTARU
