Darling please, just give us some time, and I swear we'll be alright
Hotaru is more than aware of her own faults in this. Whatever song had lured her in had ensnared her. Clipped her lightning wings and left her docile and tame, begging for any crumb of affection and devotion from the moment Sunjata had comforted her as she had told him her story. How long has it been now? Since she felt like the powerful woman she has always been? When had her dream of domesticity and mutual support turned into a game of one-sided compromises? Once more she feels like that ugly young girl, staring into the water days after leaving home too soon, desperate for any kind of love that she could use as proof that she was worth something.
Maybe she had never outgrown that. Maybe she still lurks beneath all of her hard-earned prowess.
But Hotaru has the strength to look that ghost in the eye and realize when enough is enough. She is not incapable of realizing her mistakes, and she is unwilling to let them cripple her. It makes it all the easier to melt into Deimos' chest, feeling like the dawn has come at last after endless darkness, bringing with it clarity and decisiveness she has been sorely needing.
His words are the hand that she needs in order to pull herself from the soil, out of the grave she'd dug for the love she'd felt for Sunjata. "No. I think...I think this is it. For good." As much as it hurts when those words pass her teeth, effectively deciding the end to her relationship with Sunjata, there is a lightness to her shoulders that follows in its wake. There is freedom, even if with that freedom comes loneliness, a cold bed, and skin that aches with a desire to be touched as it once was. At least that pain is more bearable than what she feels now. It's a familiar friend, that pain. One Hotaru knows she can at least survive.
Deimos' defeated gust of words has her bending her head to press a gentle kiss to his scarred knuckles. "There is nothing wrong with us, for being too willing to try." It is not their fault for having open hearts, even when history should have boarded up those entryways long ago.
After a moment, the mention of Kiada has her straightening, cheek once more finding his clavicle as she stares at the fire flickering in the corner of her eyes. "Is there a way we could steal her soul back? She never seemed to want to Ascend like Rexanna. Does she even want to be what she is?" With Safrin's promise - no matter how much of a lie it may have been - lingering on her mind, she wonders if perhaps they can prevent themselves from losing yet another loved one to the coming war.
Maybe she had never outgrown that. Maybe she still lurks beneath all of her hard-earned prowess.
But Hotaru has the strength to look that ghost in the eye and realize when enough is enough. She is not incapable of realizing her mistakes, and she is unwilling to let them cripple her. It makes it all the easier to melt into Deimos' chest, feeling like the dawn has come at last after endless darkness, bringing with it clarity and decisiveness she has been sorely needing.
His words are the hand that she needs in order to pull herself from the soil, out of the grave she'd dug for the love she'd felt for Sunjata. "No. I think...I think this is it. For good." As much as it hurts when those words pass her teeth, effectively deciding the end to her relationship with Sunjata, there is a lightness to her shoulders that follows in its wake. There is freedom, even if with that freedom comes loneliness, a cold bed, and skin that aches with a desire to be touched as it once was. At least that pain is more bearable than what she feels now. It's a familiar friend, that pain. One Hotaru knows she can at least survive.
Deimos' defeated gust of words has her bending her head to press a gentle kiss to his scarred knuckles. "There is nothing wrong with us, for being too willing to try." It is not their fault for having open hearts, even when history should have boarded up those entryways long ago.
After a moment, the mention of Kiada has her straightening, cheek once more finding his clavicle as she stares at the fire flickering in the corner of her eyes. "Is there a way we could steal her soul back? She never seemed to want to Ascend like Rexanna. Does she even want to be what she is?" With Safrin's promise - no matter how much of a lie it may have been - lingering on her mind, she wonders if perhaps they can prevent themselves from losing yet another loved one to the coming war.
HOTARU
