Hotaru
Drowned on the blankets
Floral and fading
Swanning in last in a cloud of golden hair and loose, flowing clothing that seems out of place in Deepfrost courtesy of her Academy blessing and the low hum of magic as needed. The slight drain on her impressive stamina is worth the fashion perks it affords her. Iskra is faintly familiar in a way that usually means Ru has seen him around but never introduced herself, so the Valkyrie flits over to Deimos to squeeze his arm (shamelessly scenting him in a distinctly feline way, though nobody has called her out on it yet) emitting her greeting through the bond as much as through verbal means. It’s clear he’s aggrieved by the state of the cells, though Ru doesn’t see why. Isn’t that precisely why they’re here? They merely had to be grateful it didn’t need use in the interim. “Grumbling already? That’s not a good sign.” Her tone is lightly teasing, because in the privacy of the bond he’ll feel her calm encouragement - something she wouldn’t be caught dead expressing in front of a stranger. Floral and fading
Speaking of - Ru glides over to the Dad-posing newcomer with a radiant smile fit for a runway model show hostess. Overwhelming for most introverted strangers? Most definitely. It has never stopped her. “I don’t believe we’ve been introduced. I’m Hotaru.” She doesn’t extend her hand just yet, feeling out the sort of temperament might be hiding behind his handsome face and whether it would be snubbed. Not that it impedes her smooth, regal tone or smiling face. Deimos will call her to task when he has an actual task list sorted, of that she’s sure. She can entertain herself until then.
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Ru comes with herself, the weapons on her profile, and little else.
Painful lust
Two aching guts
Two aching guts
