Some people crash two or three times and then learn from their mistakes
We are the ones who don't slow down at all
We are the ones who don't slow down at all
She doesn’t. Understand, that is. She had never felt the need to step down as a ruler in any of her times. Then again she’d never ruled alongside a lover, or been torn between celestial duty and mortal affection the way he was. So though she cannot empathize, Hotaru can sympathize. Humming softly in some variation of understanding, the Valkyrie turns her gaze away; too graceful to be awkward in her uncertainty, though she doesn’t doubt he can read between the lines anyway. “And has it helped?” Or did it merely feel like watching an hourglass, the slip of each grain of sand another stab of anxiety and early grief? Had he merely traded one battle for another?
His congratulations spears through her, entry and exit wound in one, and she flinches bodily away from him. Lip curling in animal warning, wounded and cornered, before the human can temper the transparency of the urge. “Don’t. Don’t congratulate me on that.” Though she tries to sound forbidding her voice is too hoarse for it to be successful. She loves the twins so much she feels she’ll die, but the circumstances of their conception and birth turn the words into daggers when said by the man she’d loved. The man she’d wanted to father those children once.
Desperate for an out, her eyes fall to the blood red flowers in his clenched fingers. “Medicinal?” It’s painfully obvious, but it’s better than prodding at a wound in her heart Hotaru doubts will ever mend.
His congratulations spears through her, entry and exit wound in one, and she flinches bodily away from him. Lip curling in animal warning, wounded and cornered, before the human can temper the transparency of the urge. “Don’t. Don’t congratulate me on that.” Though she tries to sound forbidding her voice is too hoarse for it to be successful. She loves the twins so much she feels she’ll die, but the circumstances of their conception and birth turn the words into daggers when said by the man she’d loved. The man she’d wanted to father those children once.
Desperate for an out, her eyes fall to the blood red flowers in his clenched fingers. “Medicinal?” It’s painfully obvious, but it’s better than prodding at a wound in her heart Hotaru doubts will ever mend.
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall
HOTARU
