from the mornings you ease to the evenings you quiet
I'm always thinking of you, I'm always dreaming of you
I'm always thinking of you, I'm always dreaming of you
She would have shot down any immediate, knee-jerk response he might have given, so it's a relief when she watches the gears begin to turn in truth as he considers the gravity of his own suggestion. Hotaru is a patient woman for all her greed, so she settles in a more comfortable array against him as she waits out his thought process, and gives him the same respect of waiting out his entire explanation first.
His reassurance that she would always be Halovian no matter what makes her responding laugh a little hoarse as she closes her eyes, brushing her nose against his own companionably. After the disastrous fight with Deimos, she'd been questioning the implications of perceived loyalty as opposed to what she feels, and it means all the more coming from someone born and raised in Halo's cold. "She leaves a mark in ways other regions don't," she agrees softly, almost reverent. Something about the close-knit community of Halo - no matter how necessity created it - cannot be shaken no matter how far you run.
His bitterness has never been invisible to her, but Deimos is her brother, and Evie his beloved. Some things even the Valkyrie is not willing to meddle in, but it hadn't been easy to witness either. "Some battles are more harmful drawn-out. If leaving would make you happier, then that is all I would want you to chase." Not her, or another ruler, or any other fanciful notion. Lifting her hands, she chuffs him under the chin with a loose fist, eyes liquid emotion as she smiles, bittersweet. "Even if you don't stay, you can lean on me there while you figure out where you want to go next. And if you do stay..." she trails off meaningfully, making it clear she would be ecstatic if he did, "well, then you'll already have a built-in community, right?" And if her smile is a little weak at the corners, she doesn't think he'll call her out for it. Even the humor and the hope for the future can't fully outshine the reality of the fact that she is leaving - and he might be coming alongside her.
His reassurance that she would always be Halovian no matter what makes her responding laugh a little hoarse as she closes her eyes, brushing her nose against his own companionably. After the disastrous fight with Deimos, she'd been questioning the implications of perceived loyalty as opposed to what she feels, and it means all the more coming from someone born and raised in Halo's cold. "She leaves a mark in ways other regions don't," she agrees softly, almost reverent. Something about the close-knit community of Halo - no matter how necessity created it - cannot be shaken no matter how far you run.
His bitterness has never been invisible to her, but Deimos is her brother, and Evie his beloved. Some things even the Valkyrie is not willing to meddle in, but it hadn't been easy to witness either. "Some battles are more harmful drawn-out. If leaving would make you happier, then that is all I would want you to chase." Not her, or another ruler, or any other fanciful notion. Lifting her hands, she chuffs him under the chin with a loose fist, eyes liquid emotion as she smiles, bittersweet. "Even if you don't stay, you can lean on me there while you figure out where you want to go next. And if you do stay..." she trails off meaningfully, making it clear she would be ecstatic if he did, "well, then you'll already have a built-in community, right?" And if her smile is a little weak at the corners, she doesn't think he'll call her out for it. Even the humor and the hope for the future can't fully outshine the reality of the fact that she is leaving - and he might be coming alongside her.
the valkyrie
say my name, say I'm yours
promise we'll never be oceans apart
promise we'll never be oceans apart
totally sniped from odd ilu
