I was brought up as a southern belle
I grew into the queen of hell
I grew into the queen of hell
A wry grin twists her lips at the startled, confused reaction she receives. Their relationship is quite unique to say the least, and her absence from Torchline likely doesn't make this particular pill any easier to swallow. It's entertaining to watch her struggle, if not enough to remotely dissuade her from discerning the woman's allegiance. "He was lucky enough to marry twice over," is her dismissal, fair brows arching in silent bid for a more...coherent response. Content to play the bitch and bodyguard simultaneously if it means answers.
Hotaru steps further out the door, encroaching on Aurelia's space as her hip props against the frame, cold eyes surveying the taller lass. "He's resting. Seems someone else thought they knew what happened as well and decided on a barbaric sort of justice." Her eyes narrow, scarcely gleaming in the oppressive LongNight darkness. Still sizing her up, hunting like a bloodhound for any holes in her sincerity. "I won't let another person try the same. So if you have no more brain than his attackers, step off my porch. Otherwise, tell me your name." After all, Hotaru won't turn away a true ally. She simply must know her name first.
Hotaru steps further out the door, encroaching on Aurelia's space as her hip props against the frame, cold eyes surveying the taller lass. "He's resting. Seems someone else thought they knew what happened as well and decided on a barbaric sort of justice." Her eyes narrow, scarcely gleaming in the oppressive LongNight darkness. Still sizing her up, hunting like a bloodhound for any holes in her sincerity. "I won't let another person try the same. So if you have no more brain than his attackers, step off my porch. Otherwise, tell me your name." After all, Hotaru won't turn away a true ally. She simply must know her name first.
You were just a little stowaway
That stabbed her way to save herself
That stabbed her way to save herself
