HOTARU
They are tied together through stormy waters, stubborn ropes lashed about the masts of their failing ships to keep one another afloat. She has lost so much in the time since she had held vigil over his fallen form, and she clings now to the family he represents. Hotaru will sooner see this world burn than lose him again. She has always been nothing without her family, her people, and she has so few remaining now.
It makes it all the easier to confide in him her frustrations and insecurities around her suddenly impotent magic. It helps to know she is not the only one, though she's undeniably irritated that she can create nothing at all while others at least retain the basic components. At least her lightning has not failed her, steadily growing in competency and power, regaining lost ground where once she had total mastery. "And all we can do is hope each mutation is in our favor," she comments in reply, swiftly piercing the spit through the carcasses to set them to roast. "The loss is grating, but the best I can do is wait. Exercise my weakest virtue of patience." A quirk of amusement sits at the corner of her mouth. Always impatient, always striving for greatness, for mastery, even when she has already spent her life fighting and conquering. It will catch up to her someday, shatter and exhaust her, but for now it at least occupies her time.
It makes it all the easier to confide in him her frustrations and insecurities around her suddenly impotent magic. It helps to know she is not the only one, though she's undeniably irritated that she can create nothing at all while others at least retain the basic components. At least her lightning has not failed her, steadily growing in competency and power, regaining lost ground where once she had total mastery. "And all we can do is hope each mutation is in our favor," she comments in reply, swiftly piercing the spit through the carcasses to set them to roast. "The loss is grating, but the best I can do is wait. Exercise my weakest virtue of patience." A quirk of amusement sits at the corner of her mouth. Always impatient, always striving for greatness, for mastery, even when she has already spent her life fighting and conquering. It will catch up to her someday, shatter and exhaust her, but for now it at least occupies her time.
mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things
that I can't say out loud
