cover your crystal eyes
As he sits beside her she leans her shoulder into his, sinking into his companionship as readily as she had the soothing waters around her legs. She has missed him, admittedly. Not enough to begrudge him waiting hand and foot on his pregnant wife, but enough to make this moment something to linger in and cherish.
As he looks down into her eyes, she marvels lovingly at the radiant joy in his face, smile rising in turn to something fond and grateful. Hotaru privately prays her thanks to Frey for a successful birth for the pair. If anyone knew how dangerous carrying twins could be it was her, and Noah deserved to relish in nothing but happiness and new life. Nothing less.
Though her side of the bond is equivalent to cotton in its sterility so he cannot sense her emotions, his own are like a beacon she cannot hide from - nor his words. As his eyes well with tears she cannot continue to hold them, selfishly glancing away to the bubbling water before them. "You will have many people striving to see them first," she says elegantly, a non-answer she would be stupid to think he won't notice. Cordelia had met her all of twice and had been strangely prickly as well; Hotaru would abide near anything Noah asked of her, but she does not pretend she is welcome at their cribside. "But I will be honored to meet them. Someday." When the time is right. When she can steel herself for long enough to make it through the moment, riding on Noah's happiness until she can excuse herself to fall apart elsewhere. Because his happiness means enough to her to put those shadows away for an hour or two, no matter the personal cost.
As he looks down into her eyes, she marvels lovingly at the radiant joy in his face, smile rising in turn to something fond and grateful. Hotaru privately prays her thanks to Frey for a successful birth for the pair. If anyone knew how dangerous carrying twins could be it was her, and Noah deserved to relish in nothing but happiness and new life. Nothing less.
Though her side of the bond is equivalent to cotton in its sterility so he cannot sense her emotions, his own are like a beacon she cannot hide from - nor his words. As his eyes well with tears she cannot continue to hold them, selfishly glancing away to the bubbling water before them. "You will have many people striving to see them first," she says elegantly, a non-answer she would be stupid to think he won't notice. Cordelia had met her all of twice and had been strangely prickly as well; Hotaru would abide near anything Noah asked of her, but she does not pretend she is welcome at their cribside. "But I will be honored to meet them. Someday." When the time is right. When she can steel herself for long enough to make it through the moment, riding on Noah's happiness until she can excuse herself to fall apart elsewhere. Because his happiness means enough to her to put those shadows away for an hour or two, no matter the personal cost.
AND LET YOUR COLORS BLEED AND BLEND WITH MINE
Hotaru
