Hotaru
I want a snowfall kind of love
the kind of love that quiets the world
the kind of love that quiets the world
The Academy’s opening day looms closer than Hotaru ever thought it would. Many times throughout the year of getting it repaired and functional, she had felt the passage of time so keenly that it felt as if it would never come. That she would never reach the summit, never be able to honor her son’s memory the way she wished.
But here they are mere days before the grand opening, and Deimos’ offer couldn’t have come at a better time to distract her.
Talyson flanks her closely, and the cat inside her purrs at a low, sedate pace, pleased to have two of her clan so close at hand and with no others to intrude. This alone keeps her mood buoyed to a higher state than it normally is these days, the chance to stalk and hunt an additional perk that allows higher thinking - and therefore grief - to slip away in favor of primordial instincts. It’s unclear what is animal and what is woman; she was a hunter well before she Attuned after all. As Deimos’ eyes find her for the hundredth time she smiles faintly. “Some fox species are more nocturnal than crepuscular; I wonder what tendencies these have.” They may have to wait until twilight hours if so, which is always dangerous in Halo. “If they are similar to most tundra or desert foxes, they should be hunting right now. We have plenty of aerial options; should we scout or try to flush them out?” It’s an easygoing question. Hotaru is certain of her own hunting prowess, knows that both are valid options, and in deference to Tal’s relative quiet today she aims the question towards Deimos.
But here they are mere days before the grand opening, and Deimos’ offer couldn’t have come at a better time to distract her.
Talyson flanks her closely, and the cat inside her purrs at a low, sedate pace, pleased to have two of her clan so close at hand and with no others to intrude. This alone keeps her mood buoyed to a higher state than it normally is these days, the chance to stalk and hunt an additional perk that allows higher thinking - and therefore grief - to slip away in favor of primordial instincts. It’s unclear what is animal and what is woman; she was a hunter well before she Attuned after all. As Deimos’ eyes find her for the hundredth time she smiles faintly. “Some fox species are more nocturnal than crepuscular; I wonder what tendencies these have.” They may have to wait until twilight hours if so, which is always dangerous in Halo. “If they are similar to most tundra or desert foxes, they should be hunting right now. We have plenty of aerial options; should we scout or try to flush them out?” It’s an easygoing question. Hotaru is certain of her own hunting prowess, knows that both are valid options, and in deference to Tal’s relative quiet today she aims the question towards Deimos.
The kind of love that keeps you in bed all day
won't you bury me in your quiet love?
won't you bury me in your quiet love?
