HOTARU
There is a fond exasperation to her bi-hued stare as it’s aimed his way, humor curling in the corner of her lips. Others would consider it blasphemous, but a little heresy is good for the heart. Like a daily glass of wine. “Clearly I’ll handle the lessons on how to talk to gods when the baby is born.” Though she appreciatively tucks away his advice, a different sort of idea budding darkly in the back of her mind. Laughter shakes her shoulders as her hands weave the flowers stem to stem in motions she has admittedly missed since the closing of her first shop. “As if being twins isn’t identical enough,” she agrees, and with a thought changes the colors of the flowers in what has now become a crown. Leaning over her small belly, she places it in Remi’s curls, admiring the compliment of the white, lilac and green in the dark tresses. Nearly as beautiful as the language that caresses over her, lilting and smooth, beautiful despite her inability to understand it. “Fuck him,” she says simply, almost delightedly. “He’s certainly not here to enforce it anymore, and if he was I’d break his bones myself. What was her name?” Prompting intentionally, so that her memory might live between them for a moment in rebellious fuck you to his father.
i'm the little lightning girl
living electricity
a lightning bolt in human form
