i've got this feeling, and i've got this shovel
between me and you you're in a lot of trouble
between me and you you're in a lot of trouble
She flies down the front steps and down onto the grass, immediately turning left to head further towards the snow-covered fields of Meadowreach. Farther from the House of Midnight and the road that leads to it. Just as she begins to shift - for she'll never be able to outrun him in human form given their height difference - George tackles her from behind, and Hotaru goes down hard beneath his bulk.
Normally this wouldn't be so hard to bear given she's much stronger than he is, but the weight of him on top of her and the fall itself lands straight on her wound, and the pain overtakes her in a blinding flash that makes her shriek wordlessly into the snow.
Immediately struggling, she elbows George hard from beneath, managing to turn onto her back as snow begins to soak through her clothes - crimson staining its pristine surface during the scuffle, surely making it look worse than it is. And considering how terrible this entire situation is already going, that must be impressive.
Hands electrified, she reaches for George's shoulders, face set in a feline snarl - only to falter as she looks into his eyes, second-guessing herself at the last minute. This is the same man who showed up with a picnic basket and a wishing stone to her front door, who had taken all her hangups and inquiries with grace. She can't do it - she can't -
Her hesitation is her downfall once again, one of George's hands clamping down over her throat until her head sinks backward into the snow, choking the air firmly from her lungs with the pressure of hard fingers over her carotid. Without having prepped for air, the Valkyrie panics, eyes already swimming - where was the dagger? He's going to kill me, she thinks, and in her terror she opens the bond as wide as she can, like a searchlight cast out over the snow. SUNNY!
Normally this wouldn't be so hard to bear given she's much stronger than he is, but the weight of him on top of her and the fall itself lands straight on her wound, and the pain overtakes her in a blinding flash that makes her shriek wordlessly into the snow.
Immediately struggling, she elbows George hard from beneath, managing to turn onto her back as snow begins to soak through her clothes - crimson staining its pristine surface during the scuffle, surely making it look worse than it is. And considering how terrible this entire situation is already going, that must be impressive.
Hands electrified, she reaches for George's shoulders, face set in a feline snarl - only to falter as she looks into his eyes, second-guessing herself at the last minute. This is the same man who showed up with a picnic basket and a wishing stone to her front door, who had taken all her hangups and inquiries with grace. She can't do it - she can't -
Her hesitation is her downfall once again, one of George's hands clamping down over her throat until her head sinks backward into the snow, choking the air firmly from her lungs with the pressure of hard fingers over her carotid. Without having prepped for air, the Valkyrie panics, eyes already swimming - where was the dagger? He's going to kill me, she thinks, and in her terror she opens the bond as wide as she can, like a searchlight cast out over the snow. SUNNY!
because it's not murder if i bury you alive
HOTARU
