glass tears on a porcelain face, scratching makeup perfectly made
He holds her tight enough to keep the seams together, though she isn't sure how. They are frayed and raw, just as she feels inside, and the stitches that once lined the edges are tattered and broken. Too many times the fabric has been mended, patched, stitched over. How long until the original is unrecognizable? Until it can be saved no longer, until even sentimentality cannot keep it around, because its limits of life have been reached?
He understands as best he can, and that's all Hotaru can ask for. Deimos may be her rock, her touchstone - eternal in friendship and brotherhood - but in this, he cannot relate. By the grace of the Gods, he never will. It is a pain she'd wish on nobody, not even her worst enemy.
She curls into Sah's chest in his entryway, until her tears make her eyes burn, her sobs tear her voice into soundlessness. The sun sinks behind the window's panes, and she darkens with it. He will hold her until it comes around again if he must, and Hotaru knows it. Just as she knows he will stay her hand if ever it reaches for her heart to try and stop its beating, if the void becomes too enticing in the wan hours of the night. He will keep her alive for a few hours more, and those hours will become days. Weeks. Until maybe life seems worth living again.
- Fin
He understands as best he can, and that's all Hotaru can ask for. Deimos may be her rock, her touchstone - eternal in friendship and brotherhood - but in this, he cannot relate. By the grace of the Gods, he never will. It is a pain she'd wish on nobody, not even her worst enemy.
She curls into Sah's chest in his entryway, until her tears make her eyes burn, her sobs tear her voice into soundlessness. The sun sinks behind the window's panes, and she darkens with it. He will hold her until it comes around again if he must, and Hotaru knows it. Just as she knows he will stay her hand if ever it reaches for her heart to try and stop its beating, if the void becomes too enticing in the wan hours of the night. He will keep her alive for a few hours more, and those hours will become days. Weeks. Until maybe life seems worth living again.
- Fin
