my held breath fills the room with blood
hurting in ways I can't describe
Vai had not been able to give her the thickest clothing upon her departure from the Greatwood, but Hotaru had been reluctant to ask for anything more. The portal would get her close enough to home she had assured, only partially lying. Time could not be wasted to find other garments in the Sea of Branches; they would notice her escape soon enough, and she needed to get to Deimos before then.
As such she is rather underdresssed, but determinedly setting out across the tundra back to her spa and the house down the lane that Deimos occupied. At least there she would find food and clothing, though she was reluctant to delay even long enough to visit her own abode first. Deimos could surely spare a cloak even if it would dwarf her.
Her arms are meanwhile wrapped around her belly to support the growing weight of it. The seasons are changing, and she is at least halfway through now if her mental calendar is to be trusted. It makes the trek more difficult, to be sure, but it’s clear in her motions that nothing will stop her. Delay, yes, but not stop. For a moment she pauses to catch her breath and drink from her packed canteen, pink cheeks squinting towards her eyes as she looks out at the horizon to gauge how much further she must go.
As such she is rather underdresssed, but determinedly setting out across the tundra back to her spa and the house down the lane that Deimos occupied. At least there she would find food and clothing, though she was reluctant to delay even long enough to visit her own abode first. Deimos could surely spare a cloak even if it would dwarf her.
Her arms are meanwhile wrapped around her belly to support the growing weight of it. The seasons are changing, and she is at least halfway through now if her mental calendar is to be trusted. It makes the trek more difficult, to be sure, but it’s clear in her motions that nothing will stop her. Delay, yes, but not stop. For a moment she pauses to catch her breath and drink from her packed canteen, pink cheeks squinting towards her eyes as she looks out at the horizon to gauge how much further she must go.
my heart bends and breaks
so many, many times
HOTARU
