[ amaterasu wails as chizuru cries, mouths her words and speaks her heart. she masks the girl's tears, and in unison, baus howls loudly in turn. one howl has become two, and in moments, a symphony— there are many wolves in trench. one was a patron, a handful were sleepers, plenty were true wolves, wild in the forests, and maybe there were sorrowful beasts, too, in the woods. all of them sing. all of them share this tune together, until amaterasu has ceased the throw of her head back.
the other's too, one by one, howl, until it disperses into silence yet again. it gives the wolf a moment to leave the girl to her crying— it also allows her to approach, eventually, pressing a cool, wet nose against the demon's cheek, followed by the hot, gentle lick of her tongue against the tears. she means to dry the stains, even though her cheek has just been made wetter.
"you will return, one day."
she hopes it, just as much as she wishes she could promise it. she]
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the other's too, one by one, howl, until it disperses into silence yet again. it gives the wolf a moment to leave the girl to her crying— it also allows her to approach, eventually, pressing a cool, wet nose against the demon's cheek, followed by the hot, gentle lick of her tongue against the tears. she means to dry the stains, even though her cheek has just been made wetter.
"you will return, one day."
she hopes it, just as much as she wishes she could promise it. she]