HOTARU
His hand joins hers upon the bark, and it feels both strange and fated. To have someone appreciate it knowingly is new, and she wants to defend it and share it equally. “It is better than nothing at all,” she comforts with a smile. Hotaru has had many years to come to terms with their loss. “My only regret is being unable to meet them on the other side.” Their souls held in different realms, never to be united again. It’s a worse pain to know her children are the same, but even that cannot seem to touch her here in the cradle of her memories.It’s clear this is a burden on Remi, and Hotaru listens keenly, the whisper of wind through the long grass a susurration that draws the blades against her bare skin. “Then you are a gift.” It is spoken with all the surety she can muster, hand departing from the tree so Hotaru can turn to regard him fully. “Few deaths are ever peaceful. What does poison matter, or illusions - pain they will not feel - when compared to this?” Hands outstretch to gesture to their surroundings. “It is a pretty lie, maybe. But one I would want, if I had a choice in my ending. To go from a place like this to Mort’s realm would be a kindness.” Hotaru can’t presume to understand why it bothers him, and the tilt of her head reveals how she’s trying to puzzle it out unsuccessfully. There is still so much they don’t know about each other. “Taking a life is rarely easy.” Her hands are too bloody to say ‘never’. “And I can’t imagine your burden. But what you give them, there are few things that could outweigh the meaningfulness.”
i'm the little lightning girl
living electricity
a lightning bolt in human form
