I was brought up as a southern belle
I grew into the queen of hell
I grew into the queen of hell
Something startled and young crosses her face at the command, and she is sitting before she has even considered it fully. There is a maternal air to the woman that she gravitates towards, and her pregnancy emotions are in full swing, making her work her throat a few times to find words that aren’t thick. “Thank you.” Damn, still came out as a whisper. Hotaru always misses her mother in times of pregnancy, but her last had been many years ago. It’s never a good realization that grief doesn’t always fade with time. “Yes, please. Anything at all will put my mind at ease.”
Telling Sunjata is a bold move, and her eyebrows rise silently Remi’s way, an unspoken questioning of that choice. “Morgan was willing to defend me. I was the one that wanted to give them a chance at civility by going myself.” A wasted one, but alas. “I can send word to Deimos - Vai, do you have parchment? I told him three days before alerting Morgan, I don’t want him sending up alarms now I’m safe. I’ll let him know he’s welcome here as well - they seemed intent on hunting him down too.” Just as ludicrous an idea as them targeting Remi. Deimos would have compunctions about flattening them.
Telling Sunjata is a bold move, and her eyebrows rise silently Remi’s way, an unspoken questioning of that choice. “Morgan was willing to defend me. I was the one that wanted to give them a chance at civility by going myself.” A wasted one, but alas. “I can send word to Deimos - Vai, do you have parchment? I told him three days before alerting Morgan, I don’t want him sending up alarms now I’m safe. I’ll let him know he’s welcome here as well - they seemed intent on hunting him down too.” Just as ludicrous an idea as them targeting Remi. Deimos would have compunctions about flattening them.
You were just a little stowaway
That stabbed her way to save herself
That stabbed her way to save herself
