HOTARU
In some ways, her heart is eased when no immediate reply is hastened to the door. She is a coward, fearful of meeting the man who had changed her life in so many ways. Terrified of standing bereft before him and coming up short. The ferocity of his judgment had never turned its eye upon her, but she had felt its sting secondhand at his side. Seen the ways he could destroy, demolish, decimate those around him. Those who stood against him. And though Hotaru would follow Deimos at his side, at his back, until the fires of Hell licked at their skin, it was not always her choice. He could just as well cast her away, deem her unimportant -A snort startles her from her thoughts, and she jumps a mile high even as she fiercely kills any noise of surprise where it rises in her throat. Spinning on her nimble feet, she stares incredulously at the creature before her, until laughter bubbles up from inside like golden bubbles. She had certainly been had, and the intelligence in the creature's eyes only reflects that knowledge. Though she feels an odd sort of envy for the companion's form, one lost to her now, she can't help but appreciate the disruption. Hotaru certainly wasn't one to get maudlin, and today was not the day to start.
"You certainly got me good," she grins playfully at the unicorn. "Are you bonded to Deimos? Can you help me find the big lug?" Of course he would make her search for him, what an inconvenience. What did she expect from the notorious hermit? Hotaru wouldn't be surprised if Deimos had set up traps to dissuade people from bothering him in his little hole.
Before she can rely upon the companion taking her onward, Hotaru's ears catch the sound of impact. It's not far - just past the house if these useless human ears are to be trusted. Hoping the unicorn won't impale her for trespassing, she wanders around the edge of the house, stepping nimbly through the snow as she has her entire life. There is a hulking form just beyond, perhaps too thinly garbed for the cold, but if he is who she thinks he is it does not bother him just as it does not bother her.
Her fingers tremble, but she keeps them tucked away as she crosses her arms and moves closer. "Deimos?" She calls hesitantly, though the clarity of sound carries across the disturbed snow. Please, remember me.
you are the sun
you heal and
you burn
