from the mornings you ease to the evenings you quiet
I'm always thinking of you, I'm always dreaming of you
I'm always thinking of you, I'm always dreaming of you
There is fear here, even amidst the gentle, formulated cadence of her voice. Explanations practiced and rehearsed over weeks the only saving grace for her composure. Their friendship had only ever been at risk of upending itself once, and given their shared loyalty to Halo, she can't help but wonder...
If it comes down to it, will he understand? Will he spurn her, reject her - for a perceived betrayal against a land he will inevitably choose over her?
Though she has more loved ones now than she has since she was a young woman, abandonment is a fear embedded in her cells, a genetic gift passed down from her parents the day she was born. Evie and Deimos may have accepted her farewells, but terror trembles in the back of her throat, scared - no matter how she won't show it - because what if Tal doesn't? What if she chooses love and loses someone again?
His arms open, and the fine porcelain in her hand goes tipping onto the table graceless, tea spilling everywhere and dripping like blood off the edges to seep into the rug as Hotaru throws herself into his arms on the quake of a gasp of relief. She holds him tight; possessive, desperate. Her throat is so tight she can scarcely breathe, but it is with relief and a hurting heart this time, not fear.
"You can't miss me," she forces out like a demand, as queenlike as she's ever been. "You're not allowed to, because I'm not going to be seeing you any less. I won't let it happen." And if the front of his shirt begins to grow damp and her shoulders quiver, she knows Boreal will be the only one to know. "That's what this has all been about, right? Wings and boats and magic - so we don't have to wait so long to visit each other." It's a pathetic reach, but the benefits of growing stronger, growing up, they have to be for something right?
If it comes down to it, will he understand? Will he spurn her, reject her - for a perceived betrayal against a land he will inevitably choose over her?
Though she has more loved ones now than she has since she was a young woman, abandonment is a fear embedded in her cells, a genetic gift passed down from her parents the day she was born. Evie and Deimos may have accepted her farewells, but terror trembles in the back of her throat, scared - no matter how she won't show it - because what if Tal doesn't? What if she chooses love and loses someone again?
His arms open, and the fine porcelain in her hand goes tipping onto the table graceless, tea spilling everywhere and dripping like blood off the edges to seep into the rug as Hotaru throws herself into his arms on the quake of a gasp of relief. She holds him tight; possessive, desperate. Her throat is so tight she can scarcely breathe, but it is with relief and a hurting heart this time, not fear.
"You can't miss me," she forces out like a demand, as queenlike as she's ever been. "You're not allowed to, because I'm not going to be seeing you any less. I won't let it happen." And if the front of his shirt begins to grow damp and her shoulders quiver, she knows Boreal will be the only one to know. "That's what this has all been about, right? Wings and boats and magic - so we don't have to wait so long to visit each other." It's a pathetic reach, but the benefits of growing stronger, growing up, they have to be for something right?
the valkyrie
say my name, say I'm yours
promise we'll never be oceans apart
promise we'll never be oceans apart
totally sniped from odd ilu
