Hotaru
She’s afraid to blink. Her eyes burn, and she can’t tell if it’s because she is forcing them to stay open or because she is swept away by the emotion of seeing him alive and unharmed. His voice saying her name somehow makes it more real even when he had spoken moments before, and yet still she is frozen motionless to the steps.
How is she? What does it matter? Because whatever spell has its hold on her is broken as he moves, edging up the steps, and the Valkyrie feels her own foot moving forward. Senses the edge of the platform without ever taking her eyes off the Sentinel, and makes it no farther. Ru throws herself off it. Never a moment’s doubt in her mind that Noah would catch her as she forces the space between them into non-existence, arms wrapping desperately around his shoulders. “Noah,” and her voice is strained and thick, unable to say anything but his name. He’s alive, firm and warm in her arms, and the weight of that edges out any other matters which pale in comparison to the importance of that.
How is she? What does it matter? Because whatever spell has its hold on her is broken as he moves, edging up the steps, and the Valkyrie feels her own foot moving forward. Senses the edge of the platform without ever taking her eyes off the Sentinel, and makes it no farther. Ru throws herself off it. Never a moment’s doubt in her mind that Noah would catch her as she forces the space between them into non-existence, arms wrapping desperately around his shoulders. “Noah,” and her voice is strained and thick, unable to say anything but his name. He’s alive, firm and warm in her arms, and the weight of that edges out any other matters which pale in comparison to the importance of that.
a sea of whiskey couldn't intoxicate me as much
as a single drop of her
as a single drop of her
