eyes on fire, you are the unforecasted storm
After all the prior season had burdened them with, to see her brother smiling so freely only stokes the golden flames in her chest, full to the brim with love and appreciation. Though the time has been negligible, she has missed him, and she lets him spin her out and away from the prying eyes and ears of the citizens behind him without a second thought. More than happy to be carried and whisked along like a glowing sack of potatoes.
His praise has her smiling - not her excited, reverent beaming, but something solid and proud - and carrying her head a little higher. "We don't have many extra hands, so the work is slow, but we're growing day by day," she agrees, warmth suffusing her tone. Her regional pride can't compare to what she still feels for Halo, but King's End has nestled into her heart far faster than the Valkyrie ever expected.
It tempers her excitement for but a moment, as the moment Deimos encourages her to go first it returns like an ocean swell to fill her up from within. More sunlight than lightning now, but still always gold. "Frey made me their demigod," falls from her lips in an excitable rush, each word trying to beat the next off her tongue. And though she has always suspected that Deimos never found the position appealing, he surely knows that she always has. She the eternally devout, the one who had stood by the Moon Goddess even in the wake of her parents' deaths and how the world had clamored against her with accusations of treachery. Hotaru had never expected it of Frey, had been content to serve them faithfully without such gifts, but to be chosen...it's everything Hotaru has ever wanted, since she was just a little girl in the foothills, hoping she'd someday shine brighter than her firefly namesake.
His praise has her smiling - not her excited, reverent beaming, but something solid and proud - and carrying her head a little higher. "We don't have many extra hands, so the work is slow, but we're growing day by day," she agrees, warmth suffusing her tone. Her regional pride can't compare to what she still feels for Halo, but King's End has nestled into her heart far faster than the Valkyrie ever expected.
It tempers her excitement for but a moment, as the moment Deimos encourages her to go first it returns like an ocean swell to fill her up from within. More sunlight than lightning now, but still always gold. "Frey made me their demigod," falls from her lips in an excitable rush, each word trying to beat the next off her tongue. And though she has always suspected that Deimos never found the position appealing, he surely knows that she always has. She the eternally devout, the one who had stood by the Moon Goddess even in the wake of her parents' deaths and how the world had clamored against her with accusations of treachery. Hotaru had never expected it of Frey, had been content to serve them faithfully without such gifts, but to be chosen...it's everything Hotaru has ever wanted, since she was just a little girl in the foothills, hoping she'd someday shine brighter than her firefly namesake.
the Valkyrie
