'Cause sometimes we don't really notice just how good it can get
so maybe we should start all over
so maybe we should start all over
She deflates a little, playfully so, and her fork sags back towards her pancakes in defeat. "I didn't want to say it but you're right. Their palates are so simple it wouldn't be so much of a takeover - more of a certifiable success." Which means even the fantasy of it holds little interest anymore. Hotaru doesn't mind that though; she has gotten what she wanted. A plethora of smiles and throaty chuckles, a bit of life that brightens his eyes and lightens the lines in his face. Maybe it is not exactly her who did it, merely her presence or the distraction of the moment, but she will pretend that it is and not examine why it makes her feel so satisfied.
Smiling softly, she twirls the tines of her fork idly in the syrup, watching the shades of gold and brown shift in the sunlight on the patio. "If you ever desire to hear simple, easy gossip, I'm happy to share it. Gods know little enough happens in Halo that it's practically a currency of its own now." Already her ear has become tuned to the gossip of Torchline in her days here, but given the recent shift in power it is likely a little too close to home for Sunjata. Halovian gossip was far simpler as of late. As his fingers dance up the inside of her wrist and smooth along the fine bones there, a small shiver dances up her arm and shakes the words right out of her. "For example my spa manager is sleeping with her brother's wife." Voice going quiet but insistent in the way gossip was best shared, a glint of mischief in her eyes to finally tell somebody who was not at risk of ruining the secret and taking away the fun Hotaru has in watching it all play out so close at hand.
Talk of Frey is easy, but Safrin's name always makes her fingers twist with emotion. Between them in particular it can be hard to hear given how the goddess had precipitated their downfall, but Hotaru merely focuses on the herald they both share. "I am glad they're so good to you. And for you." A heartfelt murmur as she picks at her eggs, smiling down at her plate for the privacy it provides her emotions. Not that it lasts long - his own dramatics and the squeeze around her wrist bring her eyes back up to his like a magnet to true North, smile already helplessly forming on her lips. "Exactly. Clearly you chose the better herald - I can attest." Winking comes natural, easy even. Hotaru doesn't have nearly the relationship with Frey that he does, but she will use it to humorous effect that they are both devoted to the same god now. On the same side again at last. The profoundness of that settles like a stone in her stomach, a weight she isn't sure how she feels about, so she merely sets her fork down and tries to drown it in the taste of her coffee.
Smiling softly, she twirls the tines of her fork idly in the syrup, watching the shades of gold and brown shift in the sunlight on the patio. "If you ever desire to hear simple, easy gossip, I'm happy to share it. Gods know little enough happens in Halo that it's practically a currency of its own now." Already her ear has become tuned to the gossip of Torchline in her days here, but given the recent shift in power it is likely a little too close to home for Sunjata. Halovian gossip was far simpler as of late. As his fingers dance up the inside of her wrist and smooth along the fine bones there, a small shiver dances up her arm and shakes the words right out of her. "For example my spa manager is sleeping with her brother's wife." Voice going quiet but insistent in the way gossip was best shared, a glint of mischief in her eyes to finally tell somebody who was not at risk of ruining the secret and taking away the fun Hotaru has in watching it all play out so close at hand.
Talk of Frey is easy, but Safrin's name always makes her fingers twist with emotion. Between them in particular it can be hard to hear given how the goddess had precipitated their downfall, but Hotaru merely focuses on the herald they both share. "I am glad they're so good to you. And for you." A heartfelt murmur as she picks at her eggs, smiling down at her plate for the privacy it provides her emotions. Not that it lasts long - his own dramatics and the squeeze around her wrist bring her eyes back up to his like a magnet to true North, smile already helplessly forming on her lips. "Exactly. Clearly you chose the better herald - I can attest." Winking comes natural, easy even. Hotaru doesn't have nearly the relationship with Frey that he does, but she will use it to humorous effect that they are both devoted to the same god now. On the same side again at last. The profoundness of that settles like a stone in her stomach, a weight she isn't sure how she feels about, so she merely sets her fork down and tries to drown it in the taste of her coffee.
start all over again
Hotaru
