I could take all that you love, I could be death from above
Hotaru’s gaze is clear if a bit confused as Nate looks down at her, trying to communicate that she has no idea what is bothering Sunjata. In this, they’re on equal footing. The squeezing of his arm helps steady her, though Sunjata will likely - unfortunately for him - recognize the eerie stillness of her featured and the chill that enters her eyes. No matter how Nate takes up the reigns of explanation, she won’t easily forget the accursed words he’d used.
For now, Nate earns her full attention. Though Hotaru has no real allegiance to either side, her heart rises joyously at the news, absolutely overtaken with pride for him. ”Thats incredible,” she breathes, fingers twisting eagerly in his shirt as she beams. Hotaru can’t conceive of the power he may come to have if Wessex is any indication of his trajectory. And now, finally, she can be more certain of his safety. Not in the war perhaps, but in daily life. He is part-god now regardless of how others perceive The Voice, he won’t be so easily hurt again.
Sunjata’s apology registers wrong at first. The implication that he would not support Nate in his transcendence has her head snapping to glare at him, baffled by such unprecedented behavior. Except it continues, with no joy or support in sight, and the stone in her stomach sinks harder and farther with each word that strains past his lips.
Hotaru straightens and deliberately steps out of Nate’s embrace, something cold and certain telling her he’d only hold her back. Because Hotaru would already be pissed about a bargain of any sort, but she is far from stupid. The fact that he mentions what they talked about has already sealed his fate. ”What the fuck did you do?” It’s the hiss of a rattlesnake that slides through her bared teeth, static dancing along her skin and lifting her hair as her emotions elevate through the roof within moments. She manages two stalking steps towards Sunjata before she can reign herself in, fists clenching so hard she can feel her nails threatening to break skin in an attempt not to grab him. ”You bargained for Nate too?” Why? For what reason? Already she’s too angry to look closely at that, to have the wool ripped from over her eyes to reveal that he thought Nate needed fixing like everyone else.
For now, Nate earns her full attention. Though Hotaru has no real allegiance to either side, her heart rises joyously at the news, absolutely overtaken with pride for him. ”Thats incredible,” she breathes, fingers twisting eagerly in his shirt as she beams. Hotaru can’t conceive of the power he may come to have if Wessex is any indication of his trajectory. And now, finally, she can be more certain of his safety. Not in the war perhaps, but in daily life. He is part-god now regardless of how others perceive The Voice, he won’t be so easily hurt again.
Sunjata’s apology registers wrong at first. The implication that he would not support Nate in his transcendence has her head snapping to glare at him, baffled by such unprecedented behavior. Except it continues, with no joy or support in sight, and the stone in her stomach sinks harder and farther with each word that strains past his lips.
Hotaru straightens and deliberately steps out of Nate’s embrace, something cold and certain telling her he’d only hold her back. Because Hotaru would already be pissed about a bargain of any sort, but she is far from stupid. The fact that he mentions what they talked about has already sealed his fate. ”What the fuck did you do?” It’s the hiss of a rattlesnake that slides through her bared teeth, static dancing along her skin and lifting her hair as her emotions elevate through the roof within moments. She manages two stalking steps towards Sunjata before she can reign herself in, fists clenching so hard she can feel her nails threatening to break skin in an attempt not to grab him. ”You bargained for Nate too?” Why? For what reason? Already she’s too angry to look closely at that, to have the wool ripped from over her eyes to reveal that he thought Nate needed fixing like everyone else.
HOTARU
