higannobana: (sad || don't go please)
お市 | Oichi ([personal profile] higannobana) wrote in [community profile] singingoriole 2013-03-23 04:59 am (UTC)

The hands were determined to smother him out, drag him somewhere and never let him see the light of day, protect him, keep him safe, never let him go.

Some of them seemed hesitant, because Oichi herself was hesitant. Even beneath the madness and the fear that it was her fault again, she could remember hands holding hers. Not the wispy, barely-there dark ones that her mind conjured up to comfort her loneliness. Not the clammy ones that held onto her tight even as life bled out of the body bit by bit.

Warm ones.

Warm hands that made hers seem small in comparison. Hands that were attached to a gentle person who had looked at her as if she were important not because of what she could do. A gentle person with warm hands, warm skin, warm neck and warm arms.

A hand detaches itself from the ones holding Hyoubu down, and its fingers lengthen to an almost impossibly long, sharp point.





DON'T!

At that word, all the hands pinning Hyoubu melt into smoke and disappear. The one poised above him stays longest, swaying as if looking for confirmation before it too melts away. And all around, with the area near Hyoubu as the epicenter, red flowers that glow softly in the darkness begin to grow.

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