The bar is empty, and the meeting feels so much more poignant with the absence of life. Oppressive walls no matter how empty the space between them. Feeling as if her entire world is narrowing yet again to nothing but Sunjata. Watching him pause, watching every ripple of muscle and tendon in the back of his neck as he gazes down into the bucket he's holding, the cut of the shirt that she analyzes in some distant part of her mind not taken in by his mere presence. Though tempting she doesn't reach up to slap her own cheeks. Time away has made his presence less intoxicating, a dull ebb of regret and stifled care instead.
Their eyes meet, and she doesn't react until he is done speaking, methodically pulling off his gloves and leans against his hands on the bar. She can't help the desire to step forward and swing herself onto the bar, to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss each set of bite marks on display as if they will somehow make them hers. It makes her take a soft, shaky breath. Pathetic. As if any comfort remains in those arms. Wanting them wrapped around her will not fix anything in her life, even if it happened.
Sniffing, she tilts her head away from him, staring down the length of the bar. "I'm surprised she expected any other outcome. Even a marriage of pettiness couldn't stop her delusions I suppose." Because Hotaru is frankly a bitch with a sharp tongue, and she doesn't care about Phoebe's feelings. Pretends she doesn't care about Sunjata's either. "Did she call it quits?" The prime question after all. What had happened after? Though her gaze flicks down to one of the bites on display. "Seems your health checkup turned into more of a body checkup though. Are you at least feeling better?" There is no energy in her to be jealous or envious. He had moved on from her once already, what was one more time?
Their eyes meet, and she doesn't react until he is done speaking, methodically pulling off his gloves and leans against his hands on the bar. She can't help the desire to step forward and swing herself onto the bar, to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss each set of bite marks on display as if they will somehow make them hers. It makes her take a soft, shaky breath. Pathetic. As if any comfort remains in those arms. Wanting them wrapped around her will not fix anything in her life, even if it happened.
Sniffing, she tilts her head away from him, staring down the length of the bar. "I'm surprised she expected any other outcome. Even a marriage of pettiness couldn't stop her delusions I suppose." Because Hotaru is frankly a bitch with a sharp tongue, and she doesn't care about Phoebe's feelings. Pretends she doesn't care about Sunjata's either. "Did she call it quits?" The prime question after all. What had happened after? Though her gaze flicks down to one of the bites on display. "Seems your health checkup turned into more of a body checkup though. Are you at least feeling better?" There is no energy in her to be jealous or envious. He had moved on from her once already, what was one more time?
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
