HOTARU
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
The relaxing of his grip does nothing to sway her own, though her claws recede and curled, blunted fingers drag lower down his spine to rest more comfortably at his lower back. This exhaustion is so much more than physical. The dragons had not been of any particular difficulty to her after all. No, this is a weariness that lives somewhere in the borders between mind, heart, and soul. Even the hours of twilight vigilance shrinking her sleep to nearly nothing cannot hope to overshadow or dwarf such a drain.
He asks to stay before she can. It spares her pride as fully as it recements her surety of his loyalty to her. “Please,” she whispers, throat more akin to ribbons after the outpouring of her grief, even as contained as she’d forced it to be. She so desperately doesn’t want to be alone tonight. Doesn’t want to be the only one holding the weight of the world on her shoulders in the vain hopes of keeping it from crushing down upon her daughter. Doesn’t want to close her eyes and see her sons face bloodied and slack, and wake up cold and alone as she has for so many countless seasons now. The pain of an empty bed had long been a reminder of Nate and Sunjata. Now, it only cruelly reminds her of days nestled in a thick comforter, a twin on each side, sleeping the hours away in the safety of her arms. The memory hurts freshly once more, and Ru makes a low, painful whine. “Please stay.” And she rips herself painfully from Talyson’s chest to grab at the door handle, needing to move them inside but uncertain of the strength left in her legs.
He asks to stay before she can. It spares her pride as fully as it recements her surety of his loyalty to her. “Please,” she whispers, throat more akin to ribbons after the outpouring of her grief, even as contained as she’d forced it to be. She so desperately doesn’t want to be alone tonight. Doesn’t want to be the only one holding the weight of the world on her shoulders in the vain hopes of keeping it from crushing down upon her daughter. Doesn’t want to close her eyes and see her sons face bloodied and slack, and wake up cold and alone as she has for so many countless seasons now. The pain of an empty bed had long been a reminder of Nate and Sunjata. Now, it only cruelly reminds her of days nestled in a thick comforter, a twin on each side, sleeping the hours away in the safety of her arms. The memory hurts freshly once more, and Ru makes a low, painful whine. “Please stay.” And she rips herself painfully from Talyson’s chest to grab at the door handle, needing to move them inside but uncertain of the strength left in her legs.
singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
