The skies are black with lead-filled rain
a morbid painting on display
a morbid painting on display
Yes, Maeve can defend herself. But against what foes? To what degree? Hotaru’s lightning alone could likely kill her with a single touch, and the Valkyrie is only too aware of that. The types of enemies Hotaru intends to face are ones Maeve could never stand against. And so Ru must make this choice. To keep Maeve safe. “You can. But I will not drag your hand forcefully to the blade when I can leave, and let them remain tools of pleasure and not pain.” To have Maeve remain unblemished by such horrors.
The tears pull at what remains of her heart. She leans forward to press her lips to Maeve’s crinkled brow, and wishes she had tears of her own to spare. To prove to Maeve she is not unaffected, that this is a necessary cruelty and not a flighted fancy. “You are not a secret to be kept Maeve. You are a shining gem that deserves to be displayed proudly. And until that time when I can do so safely, I will not keep you only to hide you.” Withdrawing, she gently pulls on their laced hands. It is time to go.
The tears pull at what remains of her heart. She leans forward to press her lips to Maeve’s crinkled brow, and wishes she had tears of her own to spare. To prove to Maeve she is not unaffected, that this is a necessary cruelty and not a flighted fancy. “You are not a secret to be kept Maeve. You are a shining gem that deserves to be displayed proudly. And until that time when I can do so safely, I will not keep you only to hide you.” Withdrawing, she gently pulls on their laced hands. It is time to go.
This is the night that young love died
Buried at each others sides
Buried at each others sides
