There's a darkness down inside me
That I know we'll both enjoy
That I know we'll both enjoy
It's not her magic that heals him, but she's elated all the same, gratitude flowing freely towards Atlas who shamelessly preens before striding purposefully out of the room once more. It's a definitive sign, abandoning her to the conversations that need to be had. She wouldn't be surprised to find him blocking the exit if she were to try and leave before he is personally content with the outcome. Awful child, she thinks his way, but it's weak at best, too full of desperate joy that she clings to as they arrange themselves familiarly upon the bed. Perhaps too familiar, considering they'd only shared it all together a single night. But with Nate's arm around her and Sunjata's warmth at her side, it's easy to ignore the thoughts that had driven her from the house the first time around. As easily intoxicated and distracted now as she had been the first time around.
The squeeze around her middle draws her gaze back to Sunjata, away from the scarred flesh she'd just watched him kiss. That they'd been in such a dire situation, without her there to help them, makes her insides wilt and tremble. How easily could she have lost them? A single moment and she would have lost her chance to be here once more. To apologize, to explain. Even Nate is not immortal, inorganic though his body may be. Hotaru is freshly reminded of how short and dangerous all of their lives are, and it's terrifying. That she has clearly connected herself to them, weakened herself in a way she'd only done to her family before, is too blatantly telling. She simultaneously wants to confess then and there, to kiss them both until the world fades away for a few minutes, and to run away once more until the thought of losing them doesn't cripple her inside.
"Trouble magnets, the both of you," she re-emphasizes exasperatedly. Because they certainly won't listen to her if she tells them to be careful, to stop fighting random people. Oh, why can't they be more like her, causing chaos for a clear goal? They're going to give her grey hairs, and then she really will have to kill them.
Nate's explanation is definitely vague, and she intends to find out more later, but for now she turns on her side to bring a hand up to the wound. Thumb gently caressing the torn edge that has already healed, her own gaze sad and full of far too many emotions laid bare for him to see. "You're no less handsome for it." Leaning close she too presses a kiss to the trailing end, whispering, "I'm sorry I wasn't there."
So weak already after that painful apology, Sunjata's tentative words only further shatter that diamond facade she always wears. Turning to him, now, she transfers her hand to brush his hair back away from his face where he rests his cheek against Nate. "I missed you too. Both of you." And, knowing she can't avoid it any longer, she takes a trembling breath and tries to summon her humility and courage alike. "I'm sorry...for leaving that night."
The squeeze around her middle draws her gaze back to Sunjata, away from the scarred flesh she'd just watched him kiss. That they'd been in such a dire situation, without her there to help them, makes her insides wilt and tremble. How easily could she have lost them? A single moment and she would have lost her chance to be here once more. To apologize, to explain. Even Nate is not immortal, inorganic though his body may be. Hotaru is freshly reminded of how short and dangerous all of their lives are, and it's terrifying. That she has clearly connected herself to them, weakened herself in a way she'd only done to her family before, is too blatantly telling. She simultaneously wants to confess then and there, to kiss them both until the world fades away for a few minutes, and to run away once more until the thought of losing them doesn't cripple her inside.
"Trouble magnets, the both of you," she re-emphasizes exasperatedly. Because they certainly won't listen to her if she tells them to be careful, to stop fighting random people. Oh, why can't they be more like her, causing chaos for a clear goal? They're going to give her grey hairs, and then she really will have to kill them.
Nate's explanation is definitely vague, and she intends to find out more later, but for now she turns on her side to bring a hand up to the wound. Thumb gently caressing the torn edge that has already healed, her own gaze sad and full of far too many emotions laid bare for him to see. "You're no less handsome for it." Leaning close she too presses a kiss to the trailing end, whispering, "I'm sorry I wasn't there."
So weak already after that painful apology, Sunjata's tentative words only further shatter that diamond facade she always wears. Turning to him, now, she transfers her hand to brush his hair back away from his face where he rests his cheek against Nate. "I missed you too. Both of you." And, knowing she can't avoid it any longer, she takes a trembling breath and tries to summon her humility and courage alike. "I'm sorry...for leaving that night."
and it's screaming from within me
to have us set it free
to have us set it free
