Hotaru
Of the familiar faces, she arrives nearly last.
The few who have seen her since the battle are already present. Anyone else does not matter. What they think of her, or of her choice for Enzo’s body, her solitude, her refusal to help with these preparations - none of it matters.
The Valkyrie walks with a slow, purposeful grace that does nothing to hide the inexorable nature of it. Any who stand in her way part forcefully as she strides through them. I’m her grief she is untouchable.
As such she stands apart from all of them. Perhaps she would have gone to Deimos or Talyson, but both have others by their sides. Flora, if she desires, is the only one welcome at Hotaru’s side. Standing with arms held in military precision behind her back, eyes flinty and cold, the Valkyrie stares over the unlit pyre in grave silence.
The few who have seen her since the battle are already present. Anyone else does not matter. What they think of her, or of her choice for Enzo’s body, her solitude, her refusal to help with these preparations - none of it matters.
The Valkyrie walks with a slow, purposeful grace that does nothing to hide the inexorable nature of it. Any who stand in her way part forcefully as she strides through them. I’m her grief she is untouchable.
As such she stands apart from all of them. Perhaps she would have gone to Deimos or Talyson, but both have others by their sides. Flora, if she desires, is the only one welcome at Hotaru’s side. Standing with arms held in military precision behind her back, eyes flinty and cold, the Valkyrie stares over the unlit pyre in grave silence.
i understand you now to be both companion and adversary
a familiar thorn and threat
a familiar thorn and threat
