HOTARU
Sunjata is hungover, joy of joys. It had done next to nothing by way of stopping her, though it had certainly made her all the firmer in her ushering him out the door. If that entails wiping him down with a wet rag, throwing clothes at him, and dragging him all the way to the Temple. His emotional agony is concerning, but in the face of her efforts and planning, inconsequential. So she tows him along like a listless sailboat, and though their height difference is laughable she strides along like a woman on a mission, one hand on his wrist around her shoulders to keep him anchored to her. Lest he falls over in a stupor in the street and embarrasses them all.
He's correct that she immediately positions them near family, but Deimos has not yet arrived. But where she or Rexanna will be, he is sure to follow, and she shuffles them over towards Rexanna and the young boy that accompanies her. "Hello dearest," she says softly, enough to announce her presence to her sister, heart aching anew at the sight of her covered eyes. And then she simply stands and waits, accommodating Sunjata's weight as he leans into her, wrapping an arm around his waist. She'll have to be sharp for the both of them, but at least he's here.
He's correct that she immediately positions them near family, but Deimos has not yet arrived. But where she or Rexanna will be, he is sure to follow, and she shuffles them over towards Rexanna and the young boy that accompanies her. "Hello dearest," she says softly, enough to announce her presence to her sister, heart aching anew at the sight of her covered eyes. And then she simply stands and waits, accommodating Sunjata's weight as he leans into her, wrapping an arm around his waist. She'll have to be sharp for the both of them, but at least he's here.
she would burn down your kingdoms
herself with it
if it meant your ruin
