No words, just Futo hugging her husband tightly from behind. It's easy to tell when Miko's sad, and of course Futo wants to help.
Miko put a hand over one of her wife’s, a small smile coming to her lips. “Haha...you always seem to show up when I’m most vulnerable...” She’s turning in the girl’s hold and wrapping her arms around her, resting her chin atop the smaller girl’s head. “Hello, my love.”
shotokuisms and eightysakecups continued from here
Warning for very hateful language!
Futojiko only allowed herself to kneel on one knee to brace for an incoming impact. She gave no response as every word took place in her head, but she certainly gave the prince unwavering eye contact.
THIS PERSON KILLED ME!
THEY TOOK MY LIFE!
IT WAS MURDER!
HOW COULD THEY!?
WHY DON’T THEY JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!?
THE WAY THEY WALK, THE WAY THEY SPEAK… IT’S SO AGGRAVATING!
I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER I HATE HER!!
WHY DOES THE CROWN PRINCE TRUST HER!?
BECAUSE OF THEM I WILL ALWAYS FEEL THIS!!
HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO ME!?
GET THEM AWAY FROM ME!!
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!!
JUST DIE ALREADY!!!!
YOU DON’T KNOW HOW IT FEELS!! YOU DON’T KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO HURT THIS MUCH!!!
As if floodgates had opened, a surge of loud, seething hatred throbbed and wracked Futojiko’s entire body. No other thought could run through Futojiko’s mind, and if it did, it was tiny squeak among various screaming voices. And they were constantly speaking all at once.
It wasn’t long before Futojiko clutched her robes, shuddering violently. She knew her self-control was wearing thin. Violent parks emitted from her body from her growing inability to stop her urge to harm Futo even more.
With a rumble and a boom of thunder, she forced herself to end this. All of the voices, including Futojiko’s speaks.