you are not a grave for people to bury their pain inside
never to be remembered again
never to be remembered again
There is something broken here now, and she is surprised by the grief it brings her, though she tries to hide it. At least there is no resentment, no blame - she would have done much the same in his shoes. So she soldiers on, as she always has in the face of loss. “I understand,” she forces herself to say evenly. Tamping down the maternal protestation that rises, fierce and desperate inside. “I don’t know what you’d consider proof aside from Phoebe’s attestation. But I’m not going anywhere - we have time.” Time for her to prove herself with every day, for him to gauge and evaluate to his satisfaction. Supervised or not at least she will be with her children.
The warmth of his shoulder even through his clothes chases away the clinging chill of the snow outside. He smells of ink and parchment. Remi will never smell of home to her, and she wishes he did. It is at least comforting all the same. His offer makes her jolt, head rising with overeager speed. Unexpected but not unappreciated. Slim fingers twitch restlessly between his own. “Please.” Swallowed by the acoustics of the room, meant only for his ears where they stand huddled together.
The warmth of his shoulder even through his clothes chases away the clinging chill of the snow outside. He smells of ink and parchment. Remi will never smell of home to her, and she wishes he did. It is at least comforting all the same. His offer makes her jolt, head rising with overeager speed. Unexpected but not unappreciated. Slim fingers twitch restlessly between his own. “Please.” Swallowed by the acoustics of the room, meant only for his ears where they stand huddled together.
you are magic given physical form
Hotaru
