my held breath fills the room with blood
hurting in ways I can't describe
The coming of the dawn had seemed like a mockery as LongNight was summarily broken by the arrival of the SparkBird. While others had stepped out from the Temple with gratitude and murmured prayers of thanks, Hotaru had lingered in the shadowed eaves. Staring blankly out at the sunlight, that which would have burned her sister's skin. How could she rejoice in it, knowing that Rexanna's body lay on that table inside?
It's little better to see her here, draped on pyre in the half-light. She has already cried all her tears. There is nothing but the yawning ache of loss now. A hungry, endless void that she knows she will carry forever. Hotaru has lost so much, at this point the process of grief is familiar. So she slowly walks over to Kiada, hand searching for the girl's as she stares unblinking at Rexanna's shrouded form. Silent as she witnesses this last shared moment, and sickeningly grateful for the opportunity. The destruction of Helovia had not allowed her any kind of goodbyes. No burials, no services. This, at least, is a gift that she can hold dear even while her heart continues to break.
It's little better to see her here, draped on pyre in the half-light. She has already cried all her tears. There is nothing but the yawning ache of loss now. A hungry, endless void that she knows she will carry forever. Hotaru has lost so much, at this point the process of grief is familiar. So she slowly walks over to Kiada, hand searching for the girl's as she stares unblinking at Rexanna's shrouded form. Silent as she witnesses this last shared moment, and sickeningly grateful for the opportunity. The destruction of Helovia had not allowed her any kind of goodbyes. No burials, no services. This, at least, is a gift that she can hold dear even while her heart continues to break.
my heart bends and breaks
so many, many times
HOTARU
