HOTARU
Fuck. “Seren!” Her heart leaps into her throat, free hand outstretching instinctively before Umbra descends, and Hotaru can’t be offended even though she certainly would never dream of doing anything else to her that might endanger her further. But as she reaches for magic that no longer exists, she realizes her uselessness immediately, and her chest shakes with terror to see another long-limbed youth on the sands.
She had been careful, had aimed for her legs (gods what if she hadn’t?), had tried to gauge how strong Seren might be but she’d been gone so long and -
As Ronin rushes the ring she feels relief instead of fear, because all she can think is that Seren needs help, and it can’t come fast enough. But as much as she wants to help she can’t, and she doesn’t want to linger or step on parental toes -
Her eyes instinctively try to scan for the group on the hill, bond and voice ringing in disoriented unison, a plea for stability; “Sunny?”
She had been careful, had aimed for her legs (gods what if she hadn’t?), had tried to gauge how strong Seren might be but she’d been gone so long and -
As Ronin rushes the ring she feels relief instead of fear, because all she can think is that Seren needs help, and it can’t come fast enough. But as much as she wants to help she can’t, and she doesn’t want to linger or step on parental toes -
Her eyes instinctively try to scan for the group on the hill, bond and voice ringing in disoriented unison, a plea for stability; “Sunny?”
Oh, drunken gods of slaughter
You know I've always been your favorite daughter
You know I've always been your favorite daughter
