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
It's a fair question to ask, but her voice through the bond comes out small and wounded; No, I don't. This isn't the George she knows, but she has only met him a few times. The stoked embers of betrayal burn in her throat, and anger comes forth like a wall to protect herself from having to feel the hurt. She kneels near them, subsiding, unwilling to take this into her own hands when she can barely look at George's face.
Her hands tingle with the start of her healing magic at the same moment George screams for her to run, slamming her back into the moment as she snaps her head up in alarm. It is a cliche perhaps, to say that it all happens so fast, because Ru only sees the sharp glint of a weapon as it goes for Sunjata's throat - and by then she's already moving, lunging for them with a warning halfway up her throat.
In some sick way, this is a foil of her relationship to both men. Here in the moment, she is given two choices, two men to choose between - and the fact of the matter is that it's laughable to say there was ever a choice in the first place. She chooses Sunjata. She will always choose Sunjata.
She sees the tip of the needle plunge into the side of Sunjata's throat, dark blood spraying out, and a strangled scream like the shriek of a hunting cat pierces through her own in an equally agonizing way. One hand shoves down hard on George's elbow as she comes down from her frantic lunge, shoving it back against his body and jerking the needle free of Sunjata's skin so it can't go any deeper.
The other summons the full force of her lightning to her palm. There is no hesitation, no guilt, only the thunderous rage of her beloved having been hurt, of his life now being at risk. Hand wreathed in the shrieking crackle of electricity, Hotaru slams it down over George's heart, and at that moment any affection there was between them is little more than smoke - she aims to kill.
Her hands tingle with the start of her healing magic at the same moment George screams for her to run, slamming her back into the moment as she snaps her head up in alarm. It is a cliche perhaps, to say that it all happens so fast, because Ru only sees the sharp glint of a weapon as it goes for Sunjata's throat - and by then she's already moving, lunging for them with a warning halfway up her throat.
In some sick way, this is a foil of her relationship to both men. Here in the moment, she is given two choices, two men to choose between - and the fact of the matter is that it's laughable to say there was ever a choice in the first place. She chooses Sunjata. She will always choose Sunjata.
She sees the tip of the needle plunge into the side of Sunjata's throat, dark blood spraying out, and a strangled scream like the shriek of a hunting cat pierces through her own in an equally agonizing way. One hand shoves down hard on George's elbow as she comes down from her frantic lunge, shoving it back against his body and jerking the needle free of Sunjata's skin so it can't go any deeper.
The other summons the full force of her lightning to her palm. There is no hesitation, no guilt, only the thunderous rage of her beloved having been hurt, of his life now being at risk. Hand wreathed in the shrieking crackle of electricity, Hotaru slams it down over George's heart, and at that moment any affection there was between them is little more than smoke - she aims to kill.
because it's not murder if i bury you alive
HOTARU
