you are not a grave for people to bury their pain inside
never to be remembered again
never to be remembered again
“I’d have ripped his spine out with my bare hand if he’d forsaken our people for me. But we ruled together for most my life - it adds a different layer to our relationship, and maybe therein lies the difference. And it’s why I cannot love him romantically either.” Even if she were so inclined. Because she wants that in a lover. Someone who’d do exactly as Remi said. Who would value her above citizenry, crown, country and all. And she simultaneously desires it in a lover, and would refuse to accept it in a co-ruler.
“We’re too alike in many ways,” she agrees, but there’s amusement lurking in her tone, in the curl of the corner of her mouth, flushed red by the fire’s warmth. “But I don’t hate you for it.” She can’t say she loves him, but she loves that their children are as precious to him as they are to her. It’s novel.
“It’s more than fair. Thank you, Remi.” She leans to press her lips to his temple; scarcely a kiss at all, more a brush of breath and skin. Hotaru wonders how it must feel, for a gesture already so full of meaning to be filled with the feedback of true emotion as skin touches skin. Looking down at Flora and Enzo, dozing and twitching in her lap, Hotaru frowns. “If they’ll be aging by end of season, I’ll need to build something for us. Admittedly I think my Attunement is messing with my head because I keep envisioning a den or a nest - but Vai doesn’t deserve the mess they’ll make when they’re capable of running and grabbing things.” Though the fond look on her face makes it clear that the two will be visiting the witch quite frequently, Hotaru doesn’t intend to force Vai into parenthood anew.
“We’re too alike in many ways,” she agrees, but there’s amusement lurking in her tone, in the curl of the corner of her mouth, flushed red by the fire’s warmth. “But I don’t hate you for it.” She can’t say she loves him, but she loves that their children are as precious to him as they are to her. It’s novel.
“It’s more than fair. Thank you, Remi.” She leans to press her lips to his temple; scarcely a kiss at all, more a brush of breath and skin. Hotaru wonders how it must feel, for a gesture already so full of meaning to be filled with the feedback of true emotion as skin touches skin. Looking down at Flora and Enzo, dozing and twitching in her lap, Hotaru frowns. “If they’ll be aging by end of season, I’ll need to build something for us. Admittedly I think my Attunement is messing with my head because I keep envisioning a den or a nest - but Vai doesn’t deserve the mess they’ll make when they’re capable of running and grabbing things.” Though the fond look on her face makes it clear that the two will be visiting the witch quite frequently, Hotaru doesn’t intend to force Vai into parenthood anew.
you are magic given physical form
Hotaru
