Hotaru
I'm as calm as a baby lamb
always being led
Hotaru prefers her tea utterly unaltered to examine the quality of each addition, particular and opinionated in every facet of life. Which is precisely why she rolls her eyes at Dahlia’s addendum, just swift enough for propriety’s sake but communicating her exasperation. “We are unfortunately accustomed to that at least.” Caido’s staunch black-and-white mentality has vexed Hotaru plentifully in the past, but Sunjata’s nature had led to direct targeting of the Flood for years. The timing of their separation had kept Hotaru under the radar, but she has no illusions of a perfect escape this time around. always being led
“That I can understand,” she concedes of family superiority, appreciative of the boon Sunjata’s been given while ever yearning for the impossible more. A type of more that may yet be unexpectedly on offer. “I’m sure there’s plenty you could do for me.” Her crossed leg extends to run the inside of her arch up Dahlia’s calf cheekily despite the unblinking focus of her gaze. “But I’d quite like to be your friend as well. If you find me suitable, that is.” Vox isn’t entirely clear on the recruitment guidelines, but Hotaru is not in the habit of falling short of expectations.
I'm as blue as blood
before the blood runs red
before the blood runs red
