Hotaru
My ghost was lost to the grownup gallows
All rivers run to the sea in time, and the Boondocks - crumbling away as some of the edges will always appear - are no exception. Where there are rivers there will always be life. Life that never should have been altered the way the void and the Family had managed to do. Though Hotaru hasn't avowed herself to Nature Frey, it disgusts her all the same to see how perverted Caido's flora has become - and not in the fun way.
Maybe it's just the reflections of how it had felt to be a Friend to them once. To still see the shadows around those who had also been poisoned. Maybe that's why she can't stand to see these creatures exist no matter how spineless and unassuming. River stars that had once been relatively harmless now twisted into dark spots of despair - as if she needs more of that.
For all the magic she has at her disposal there is a necessary catharsis to using her body to mercilessly destroy the river stars with the plain harpoon in her hands. Her hair is askew, escaping the haphazard bun she'd thrown it into, and the glow of her skin in the autumn sun highlights the light sheen of sweat she's built up. Impressive considering her stamina but it speaks to how long she's been at this; legs slightly blue where she stands barefoot in shorts up to her knees in the river, jacket discarded on the bank, sun already sliding away from its zenith.
There's just been so much. Sunjata has stepped up everywhere she cannot - as a demigod, as a parent, as a partner - and though resolution is a fragile hope on the horizon, it brings her no comfort. Only further frustration. She snarls, face twisted and dark as she spears another river star with all her might. The tip cuts through the creature and down into the sand - then further, and further, until it catches hard when she tries to jerk it back out for how unintentionally deep she has sent it with her inhuman strength. With a strangled exclamation of frustration the Valkyrie rips it free, creature still speared on the end, spraying water and wetting her already damp clothes.
Ripping the creature off with her bare hand - its insidious pull can't hurt her now that it's dead - she tosses it into the pile on the riverbank and tries to steady her breathing so she doesn't fully lose it. She's already broken two harpoons; not only is this her last one, but she isn't ready to go home in this state. Yet, she equally isn't sure there are enough void river stars in all of King's End to fix how she's feeling.
Maybe it's just the reflections of how it had felt to be a Friend to them once. To still see the shadows around those who had also been poisoned. Maybe that's why she can't stand to see these creatures exist no matter how spineless and unassuming. River stars that had once been relatively harmless now twisted into dark spots of despair - as if she needs more of that.
For all the magic she has at her disposal there is a necessary catharsis to using her body to mercilessly destroy the river stars with the plain harpoon in her hands. Her hair is askew, escaping the haphazard bun she'd thrown it into, and the glow of her skin in the autumn sun highlights the light sheen of sweat she's built up. Impressive considering her stamina but it speaks to how long she's been at this; legs slightly blue where she stands barefoot in shorts up to her knees in the river, jacket discarded on the bank, sun already sliding away from its zenith.
There's just been so much. Sunjata has stepped up everywhere she cannot - as a demigod, as a parent, as a partner - and though resolution is a fragile hope on the horizon, it brings her no comfort. Only further frustration. She snarls, face twisted and dark as she spears another river star with all her might. The tip cuts through the creature and down into the sand - then further, and further, until it catches hard when she tries to jerk it back out for how unintentionally deep she has sent it with her inhuman strength. With a strangled exclamation of frustration the Valkyrie rips it free, creature still speared on the end, spraying water and wetting her already damp clothes.
Ripping the creature off with her bare hand - its insidious pull can't hurt her now that it's dead - she tosses it into the pile on the riverbank and tries to steady her breathing so she doesn't fully lose it. She's already broken two harpoons; not only is this her last one, but she isn't ready to go home in this state. Yet, she equally isn't sure there are enough void river stars in all of King's End to fix how she's feeling.
So I find my spirit in the bottle
