Hotaru
It’s a party as grand as the web of people Remi and Ronin have woven around themselves in their ten years. Hotaru squeezes Sunjata’s arm just to have an outlet for the warmth that fills her. It’s hard not to feel all the stronger when the emotion is so thick in the air.
Her eyes are drawn back to Sunjata the moment he speaks though, the allure of the scenery and the return of so many departed souls unable to compete. “Gods, how many are we even at?” With a collage of imperfect, non-sequential years to count it’s hard to know. Maybe their hopeful ten years started when they agreed to try again.
Her eyes catch on Flora and then - behind her a moment later, Enzo - but when Sunjata loosens his hold she shakes her head a touch and leans closer without a word. She knows he’ll find her before the call from Mort’s halls returns the gathered souls to their rest once more. It’s a comfort that helps ease the ache of the time between his visits.
Lifting the drink she freshly snags from a table they walk past toward Remi and Ronin when his lifted voice snags their attention, Hotaru beams their way to lend her heart to her fiancé’s voiced sentiment. She intends to say something too but - “Rex,” she chokes instead when she seesRexanna move to Remi’s side. She hadn’t given into envy in the least when Kiada’s lantern had been answered but here and now, when there is unfettered access for one night, her heart cries for her best friend so loudly that her hand tightens around the Flood’s elbow.
Only Sunjata at her side and Ronin at Remi’s keeps her rooted, trying to breathe, to find her smile again. Because she really is happy that everyone lost gets what Enzo does every year - tonight isn’t about the Valkyrie in any way. She can manage to be selfless for a single night out of the goodness of her heart. Maybe even patient, because maybe she’ll get her chance later.
Her eyes are drawn back to Sunjata the moment he speaks though, the allure of the scenery and the return of so many departed souls unable to compete. “Gods, how many are we even at?” With a collage of imperfect, non-sequential years to count it’s hard to know. Maybe their hopeful ten years started when they agreed to try again.
Her eyes catch on Flora and then - behind her a moment later, Enzo - but when Sunjata loosens his hold she shakes her head a touch and leans closer without a word. She knows he’ll find her before the call from Mort’s halls returns the gathered souls to their rest once more. It’s a comfort that helps ease the ache of the time between his visits.
Lifting the drink she freshly snags from a table they walk past toward Remi and Ronin when his lifted voice snags their attention, Hotaru beams their way to lend her heart to her fiancé’s voiced sentiment. She intends to say something too but - “Rex,” she chokes instead when she sees
Only Sunjata at her side and Ronin at Remi’s keeps her rooted, trying to breathe, to find her smile again. Because she really is happy that everyone lost gets what Enzo does every year - tonight isn’t about the Valkyrie in any way. She can manage to be selfless for a single night out of the goodness of her heart. Maybe even patient, because maybe she’ll get her chance later.
through her, in a rush of musk and saffron
beauty falls into disarray
beauty falls into disarray
