Darling please, just give us some time, and I swear we'll be alright
It's a near thing, and she scowls after him as soon as she regains her balance after he cruelly disrupts it. Revenge is sweet however, and so she steals his chair for herself now that he has so kindly vacated it. It's the small victories that count and Hotaru isn't above being petty. Only further proven when she flips him off, mirth pinched in the corners of her mouth as she watches him mime squishing her. "For that I'm putting burrs in your fur - or your hair - the next time I see you." In fact she will portal out of Halo just to collect the little bastards. Maybe keep them stockpiled in a jar for whenever Deimos feels like teasing her.
Hotaru watches him move as she curls her legs up into the chair she has stolen. Peace settles in a shroud over her for a moment, gossamer and ephemeral. There will always be moments like these. Happy moments. She knows that logically. All the same it makes her next breath shake on the exhale, grief and gratitude warring for territory in her heart. She feels at least a little lighter. There is still a yawning pit of void to deal with, but now she has the makings of a bridge with which to cross it. Deimos has always been a master of creation, it's no surprise.
Watching him deposit the glasses, the Valkyrie perks up in anticipation. While not one to drink in excess, or even often, she's no stranger to spirits and trusts Deimos to keep what passes as quality in Halo. Which is why she narrows her bi-toned eyes at him the moment her comment strikes and has his hand recoiling away without giving her her prize. "Apparently I do if you intend to push your luck so boldly." Even so her lips twitch, betraying her as always. There is little the man can do that she would not forgive, especially in jest. She twitches her fingers at him, sparks dancing across her knuckles in showy bursts of light, a silent demand and threat all in one. Maybe she can make his beard stand on end if she shocks him just right.
"Whatever I am to be, I have to convince Frey first." Dropping her fingers to trace idly at the seam of her leggings on the side of her calf, Hotaru drops her gaze to the glasses with a contemplative moue. "What did Safrin ask of you when she changed you?" It's not terribly hard to keep an open mind about the Goddess. It's not her that Hotaru blames for the mess she has been dragged into.
Hotaru watches him move as she curls her legs up into the chair she has stolen. Peace settles in a shroud over her for a moment, gossamer and ephemeral. There will always be moments like these. Happy moments. She knows that logically. All the same it makes her next breath shake on the exhale, grief and gratitude warring for territory in her heart. She feels at least a little lighter. There is still a yawning pit of void to deal with, but now she has the makings of a bridge with which to cross it. Deimos has always been a master of creation, it's no surprise.
Watching him deposit the glasses, the Valkyrie perks up in anticipation. While not one to drink in excess, or even often, she's no stranger to spirits and trusts Deimos to keep what passes as quality in Halo. Which is why she narrows her bi-toned eyes at him the moment her comment strikes and has his hand recoiling away without giving her her prize. "Apparently I do if you intend to push your luck so boldly." Even so her lips twitch, betraying her as always. There is little the man can do that she would not forgive, especially in jest. She twitches her fingers at him, sparks dancing across her knuckles in showy bursts of light, a silent demand and threat all in one. Maybe she can make his beard stand on end if she shocks him just right.
"Whatever I am to be, I have to convince Frey first." Dropping her fingers to trace idly at the seam of her leggings on the side of her calf, Hotaru drops her gaze to the glasses with a contemplative moue. "What did Safrin ask of you when she changed you?" It's not terribly hard to keep an open mind about the Goddess. It's not her that Hotaru blames for the mess she has been dragged into.
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