HOTARU
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
There is an instinctive rise to the woman's shoulders as Boreal heads towards Flora's room, danger prickling at her nape until familiarity and kinship registers and has her coiling energy dissipating in a rush that leaves her freshly exhausted. It feels wrong to not be at Flora's bedside herself, but she scarcely has the energy to walk, and only Talyson's arm around her keeps her propped up.
The fireplace still flickers - in Halo, it always will, and things would have looked far more dire from the outside if its light had not been visible from the windows. Tal may not be strong, but Hotaru has always been a mere slip of a woman, her power an unexpected and invisible entity. She is easy to carry, perhaps easier than normal given how little she has eaten since losing Enzo. Between lingering blinks she finds herself curled on the long couch, huddled in the corner like a beaten dog. And yet she lifts her hand to cling to Tal's coat. Already she'd asked him to stay, but her eyes beg silently, lit by the restless flames as she gazes up at him. There is room aplenty for the both of them on the cushions, and she can't bear to be apart from him right now. Sleep is already swiftly closing in on her, and she doesn't want to be alone as she goes into that darkness.
The fireplace still flickers - in Halo, it always will, and things would have looked far more dire from the outside if its light had not been visible from the windows. Tal may not be strong, but Hotaru has always been a mere slip of a woman, her power an unexpected and invisible entity. She is easy to carry, perhaps easier than normal given how little she has eaten since losing Enzo. Between lingering blinks she finds herself curled on the long couch, huddled in the corner like a beaten dog. And yet she lifts her hand to cling to Tal's coat. Already she'd asked him to stay, but her eyes beg silently, lit by the restless flames as she gazes up at him. There is room aplenty for the both of them on the cushions, and she can't bear to be apart from him right now. Sleep is already swiftly closing in on her, and she doesn't want to be alone as she goes into that darkness.
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
