Hotaru
The war he wages is his own, and Hotaru can only watch, silent in the wake of her own outpouring. She despises this vulnerability, the admission that he had crawled beneath her skin and embedded himself there. Once upon a time, even her loved ones would find it hard to witness these moments of fear, no matter how well-concealed. Once upon a time, she wasn't so scorched and ruined as to need someone, anyone, as much as she needs Talyson's continued friendship. While Deimos and Flora are her family, her forever, she has no other friends. No close friends. It's pathetic. It vexes her. Yet she stands there waiting, not succumbing to the childishness of holding her breath through virtue of will alone.
He approaches faster than she would have expected, and as he leans down to press their foreheads together she marvels at the strange reminder of how tall he is compared to her. She moves her bundle to the side to allow him closer and closes her eyes to revel in the rasp of his voice. "I have to be full of words, people like you and Deimos were born with a fatal shortage of them," she huffs, but there's an almost imperceptible tremble of relief to her tone. One hand leaves the bundle at her side to come to gently touch the side of his neck, tendrils of dark hair falling over her bare knuckles. "Does that mean you prefer me over him? That's what I'll take from this." A quiet attempt at humor whispered between them where they stand on the side of the street, the rest of the world forgotten and passing them by.
He approaches faster than she would have expected, and as he leans down to press their foreheads together she marvels at the strange reminder of how tall he is compared to her. She moves her bundle to the side to allow him closer and closes her eyes to revel in the rasp of his voice. "I have to be full of words, people like you and Deimos were born with a fatal shortage of them," she huffs, but there's an almost imperceptible tremble of relief to her tone. One hand leaves the bundle at her side to come to gently touch the side of his neck, tendrils of dark hair falling over her bare knuckles. "Does that mean you prefer me over him? That's what I'll take from this." A quiet attempt at humor whispered between them where they stand on the side of the street, the rest of the world forgotten and passing them by.
I've set a course for losing you
I've no remorse for what I do
I've no remorse for what I do
