a day once dawned

Hotaru His laughter may be stifled but she hears it all the same, caught between pouting at him for evading her tea attack or smiling. Because she has to smile every time she hears Deimos laugh, experiencing joy just by witnessing his own. It's a reminder he's here and alive, with her once more. Every chuckle and boyish grin helps fade the edges of the memory of his body lying cold in the rain. But those are dark thoughts that aren't to be entertained this evening if she can help it. There are plans, goals, creations that she seizes and concentrates upon as he delivers them. "That sounds amazing. Have you already started building?" Has she simply not seen it as she wanders around? Had he not thought to come to her to ask for her aid? He is more than proficient, but she can't help but want to stick close, still wary of this world and equally possessive of her loved ones. "Let me boost my ego, how else will I survive?" Hotaru generally has nothing but praise for Deimos' reign. They are all flawed and imperfect, but he had ruled for many years for a reason. And it comes to her in waves, eyes narrowing at the mention of this name she has already heard of before. "Is she a problem we need to prepare for?" She needs information, secrets, history. Anything to plot the woman's demise if she comes sniffing around her family like a bitch in heat. If Deimos dislikes her, then she needs leverage. But she can't help how the tension in her body dissolves so swiftly when Deimos taunts and teases, unable to remain stiff and unreachable around him. He who has known her even longer than Rexanna. "You know me too well. It would probably be the highlight of the season for me." Setting her tea down she winks at him as she leans back. "Though I'm sure you'd be just as easily enticed."