HOTARU
Hotaru would have followed Rexanna anywhere, trusting in her promise to reunite the Valkyrie and the Reaper, but it's a comfort to know that he is not far. It's a temptation she will have to resist, to pound upon his door in the middle of the night in the equivalent of a night-dress and throw her arms around him heedless of whether the grumpy man would accept her. But she reminds herself that there is time, nothing but time now, and she will take as many hours as she can with Rexanna regardless. "He has always been such a lone wolf," she clicks her tongue playfully and laughs, remembering his hulking frame and reticence even when she was a mere Thief planning an invasion beyond her station. Not that the Valkyrie ever left him alone for long, dragging him by the ears to herd meetings or into discussions about promotions. It makes her long for him nonetheless to wallow in these memories. He had been her mentor, her guiding light, the support she could always count on to prop her up. Things she desperately needs, now.
Rexanna leads her forward by the hand, and Hotaru falls into step beside her, listening intently as the leaves crunch beneath their feet. As she explains the races, Hotaru recalls the magic that had answered her call, and files away the term for later. Abandoned. She conceals a little huff of bitter amusement. It was fitting, at least.
Hotaru grins at Rexanna's wink, squeezes her hand back. "So what you're saying is you're a special little hybrid aren't you?" The teasing and ribbing comes so naturally even after all this time. "What weaknesses should I look out for?" As if Hotaru would ever go into this blind, not knowing what could harm her sister.
it's our nature, we destroy
it's the constant of our kind
no matter the color of blood, man will always fall
