my held breath fills the room with blood
hurting in ways I can't describe
Her hands still tremble when she lowers them back down to her sides. The drama that's going on draws her attention for a moment, and though she recognizes Loren at least, it seems he handles it just fine on his own. She feels too blank and numb to get involved anyway, and a part of her is bitter towards the pair of involved parties for intruding upon this memorial space with their frankly ridiculous drama. It's disrespectful and crass.
She feels Deimos presence before she recognizes it consciously, and she steps backward to take his hand automatically, searching for that support that he offers and turning it into a physical bastion of comfort. Leaning her head against his shoulder as if to disappear into his side so that she doesn't have to feel the weight of all her lost children upon her shoulders.
She feels Deimos presence before she recognizes it consciously, and she steps backward to take his hand automatically, searching for that support that he offers and turning it into a physical bastion of comfort. Leaning her head against his shoulder as if to disappear into his side so that she doesn't have to feel the weight of all her lost children upon her shoulders.
my heart bends and breaks
so many, many times
HOTARU
