Hotaru
Excitement is an understatement. Hotaru practically vibrates beside her fiance, filled to the brim with love and happiness for her niece. It eases the ever-present, quiet hum of missing Rexanna and wishing the woman was here for this momentous day, no matter the difficulties mother and daughter had gone through. Still, her sister's lantern holds presence and gravitas enough, and the memory of the two embracing by Ludo's grace holds those yearning, aching feelings at bay. It paves the way for the waves of endless pride and glowing joy to be here - to witness this kind of love for someone she holds so dear - and to feel it reflected all around by those gathered here. She hopes Ru'in is seeing it too in Mort's arms, that he is equally happy for Kiada's happiness.
Dressed in dark clay-toned reds and gold accents of her own creation, Hotaru matches Sunjata's muted tones beautifully. She'd only needed to utter implied threats once to sway him from his cool-toned preferences - her fiance is a smart man after all - and though he'll surely never willingly reach for it again, he looks wonderful in it, and she revels in their joint beauty and the way they blend with the rest of the ceremony and its attendees.
Briefly looking away as her beloved leans in, Hotaru inhales roughly and realizes she isn't sure when she started holding her breath. Was that why he'd drawn her out of her fixation? The idea makes her smile - instinctive the second she'd turned to him - soften into a molten puddle of love that combines seamlessly with the seemingly overbearingly present love she is feeling for Kiada in this moment. "More than the word can express," the shaky exhale whistles through her grinning teeth, squeezing him tighter to give the feeling an outlet lest it vibrate her apart. The anticipation of Kiada emerging trembles in her bones, but Sunjata keeps her firmly rooted as he always does, steering her steady through yet another overwhelming experience. This time, blessedly, it's a moment that is soaked in positivity and collective support - exactly as Kiada deserves.
Dressed in dark clay-toned reds and gold accents of her own creation, Hotaru matches Sunjata's muted tones beautifully. She'd only needed to utter implied threats once to sway him from his cool-toned preferences - her fiance is a smart man after all - and though he'll surely never willingly reach for it again, he looks wonderful in it, and she revels in their joint beauty and the way they blend with the rest of the ceremony and its attendees.
Briefly looking away as her beloved leans in, Hotaru inhales roughly and realizes she isn't sure when she started holding her breath. Was that why he'd drawn her out of her fixation? The idea makes her smile - instinctive the second she'd turned to him - soften into a molten puddle of love that combines seamlessly with the seemingly overbearingly present love she is feeling for Kiada in this moment. "More than the word can express," the shaky exhale whistles through her grinning teeth, squeezing him tighter to give the feeling an outlet lest it vibrate her apart. The anticipation of Kiada emerging trembles in her bones, but Sunjata keeps her firmly rooted as he always does, steering her steady through yet another overwhelming experience. This time, blessedly, it's a moment that is soaked in positivity and collective support - exactly as Kiada deserves.
a princess with lips made of glass
and a voice cut from steel
and a voice cut from steel
