Hotaru
For all the stares they get, both curious and judgmental, Hotaru does not return them. Could she and Sunjata simply be holding hands as friends? Absolutely. Are they? Well, no. But that's nobody's business but their own, and the Festival of Lights isn't exactly a place designed for gossip and drama (or so she would hope, given she's normally the queen of such things).
Sunjata's hand in her own is a comfort, a rock of solidarity and companionship that she can't envision parting from. Her lantern for Ru'in hangs on one finger, Enzo's on another. Her two boys united in death in ways they never got to be in life. It's a bittersweet sort of comfort, as most things are during the Festival.
Waving back to Melita with a small smile, and returning the small nod Isla sends their way, Hotaru squeezes Sunjata's hand tighter as he murmurs into her ear. "Mel, maybe?" She isn't sure how far the Flood's relationship with the Honeybee has come, but she so rarely gets to see the young woman who is as close to her as family, and Flora already seems to have found a companion for the evening to help chase away her own grief.
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Hotaru touched up her lantern for Ru'in here: {se} is such a thing even possible
Sunjata's hand in her own is a comfort, a rock of solidarity and companionship that she can't envision parting from. Her lantern for Ru'in hangs on one finger, Enzo's on another. Her two boys united in death in ways they never got to be in life. It's a bittersweet sort of comfort, as most things are during the Festival.
Waving back to Melita with a small smile, and returning the small nod Isla sends their way, Hotaru squeezes Sunjata's hand tighter as he murmurs into her ear. "Mel, maybe?" She isn't sure how far the Flood's relationship with the Honeybee has come, but she so rarely gets to see the young woman who is as close to her as family, and Flora already seems to have found a companion for the evening to help chase away her own grief.
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Hotaru touched up her lantern for Ru'in here: {se} is such a thing even possible
That flicker in the eyes of a dozen witch-hunters
Unaware that I’ve already died
Unaware that I’ve already died
