Soleil
I know there are angels singing somewhere
I hope they sing for us
Blonde hair, a Kaito coat, and a snowy background? Soleil is certain she’s looking at her godmother, so who can blame her when she throws an arm around the woman’s shoulders from behind with a happy squeal?I hope they sing for us
“AUN-ti-eeeeeee?” She trails off pitifully, arm still flung across the shoulders of not the Valkyrie, but undoubtedly the Doubletake. Which, perfect springboard to laugh this off actually - “Oh gods, your title has never been more fitting. I’m so sorry, I thought you were your mom!” Releasing her quickly, Soleil slaps a few stray curls out of her face while envisioning them as gnat-representations of her embarrassment in an effort to salvage the moment.
“You look a little lost sunshine. Need a guide?” Sol aims her best megawatt smile at the Queen, choking down the less cool ramble of ‘certified adventurer, sort-of-native Halovian, licensed, bonded, and insured!’ Instead she juts out an elbow in silent offer, already torching her previous plans to make room for escort duties.
For our bruised mouths are an act of resistance
And our singing hearts, together, make a beautiful prayer
And our singing hearts, together, make a beautiful prayer
