I lend everyone my ear, but nobody my heart
and I sure would like to change that, but I don't know where to start
and I sure would like to change that, but I don't know where to start
Though the bond hadn't translated that directly, she isn't surprised that he can clearly tell her thoughts, even sparing him a grin for it. But there are far more interesting things to discuss - at least in her opinion - so she lets the matter drop.
Snorting a laugh at the mention of Danta, she immediately grimaces after when Deimos compares him to Thranduil. Days of stammering and squawking are blessedly behind her, forced to grow and reevaluate her addiction to the toxic pull of men a little too much like her. "I can't say you're wrong, but I also doubt he is the type for anything long-term. It's merely a bit of fun." Which means it's safe to indulge in in Hotaru's opinion. She might desire fanciful things like love and romance, but that doesn't mean she can't tango in the interim.
His distaste is evident visibly and through the echoes of the bond, and Hotaru is carefully neutral in her reaction to it given how conflictingly positive she feels about it all. "He has grown. But grief will do that to you I suppose." Lifting her slingshot once more she strikes down another nesting group on the far wall, bypassing Deimos' fire tornado for the sake of actually eradicating the pests instead of mere tomfoolery. "He is working to mend things with those he has hurt or lost. I visited him twice before returning; he seems sincere in his desire for friendship." Deimos does not need to know about the rest, lest he give her an earful or otherwise crush all the spiders at once in his disgruntlement.
Snorting a laugh at the mention of Danta, she immediately grimaces after when Deimos compares him to Thranduil. Days of stammering and squawking are blessedly behind her, forced to grow and reevaluate her addiction to the toxic pull of men a little too much like her. "I can't say you're wrong, but I also doubt he is the type for anything long-term. It's merely a bit of fun." Which means it's safe to indulge in in Hotaru's opinion. She might desire fanciful things like love and romance, but that doesn't mean she can't tango in the interim.
His distaste is evident visibly and through the echoes of the bond, and Hotaru is carefully neutral in her reaction to it given how conflictingly positive she feels about it all. "He has grown. But grief will do that to you I suppose." Lifting her slingshot once more she strikes down another nesting group on the far wall, bypassing Deimos' fire tornado for the sake of actually eradicating the pests instead of mere tomfoolery. "He is working to mend things with those he has hurt or lost. I visited him twice before returning; he seems sincere in his desire for friendship." Deimos does not need to know about the rest, lest he give her an earful or otherwise crush all the spiders at once in his disgruntlement.
Hotaru
