I could take all that you love, I could be death from above
"Then find better ones to say for yourself," she spits, low and sibilant and completely free of any kind of remorse for the way she takes his words and twists them into barbs to better stick into his flesh. It doesn't seem to matter, not when he has nothing more to say to her, nothing to defend himself with. She's disappointed but not surprised. Watching him try to put more distance between them hurts regardless of what she has done, but she stifles that reaction both to avoid the hypocritical nature of it and to pretend like she doesn't still care. Instead she watches, weirdly disconnected and still, as extra arms extend from Nate's body to grab at Sunjata and hold him in place. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because everything is shattering in front of her, and all she has right now is Nate wrapped around her, and even that isn't enough as they talk over her head.
"You didn't have to hide, but you didn't have to make that deal either." It comes out low and monotone, staring down at where her hands wrap around Nate's forearm, examining the differences in color lest she simply walk away and not stop until the sands turn and she can pretend that she never had a heart to give away in the first place. It doesn't feel like there's one left in her chest anyhow.
The last futile admission has her giving a strangled laugh, still unable to look at the man she calls - called? - her husband. "You didn't even talk to us about protecting us. Again. And now it doesn't matter what you want. You've given your vow." And created an entirely new person alongside it. Hotaru's head tilts back listlessly against Nate's clavicle, stares at the slightly soot-stained ceiling and tries not to lose herself to the crackling under her skin that begs to end this in the most violent way she knows if only to escape while the dust is still in the air. Breaking and running is easier, but of course she can't even suffer this heartbreak with any sort of ease.
"You didn't have to hide, but you didn't have to make that deal either." It comes out low and monotone, staring down at where her hands wrap around Nate's forearm, examining the differences in color lest she simply walk away and not stop until the sands turn and she can pretend that she never had a heart to give away in the first place. It doesn't feel like there's one left in her chest anyhow.
The last futile admission has her giving a strangled laugh, still unable to look at the man she calls - called? - her husband. "You didn't even talk to us about protecting us. Again. And now it doesn't matter what you want. You've given your vow." And created an entirely new person alongside it. Hotaru's head tilts back listlessly against Nate's clavicle, stares at the slightly soot-stained ceiling and tries not to lose herself to the crackling under her skin that begs to end this in the most violent way she knows if only to escape while the dust is still in the air. Breaking and running is easier, but of course she can't even suffer this heartbreak with any sort of ease.
HOTARU
