Hotaru
we're not lovers, we're just strangers
with the same damn hunger
with the same damn hunger
Deimos had spoken briefly of the Sea of Glass, but what he had mentioned had been more than enough to stir Hotaru's interest. Exploring Halo is not something she shies away from despite its frigid - and currently dropping - temperatures. It is far too akin to her kingdom, and perhaps she tortures herself every time she ventures upon its icy soil but it soothes the ache of loss in equal measures.
She has come as prepared as she can for voyaging across iced-over water, aware that she is not gifted with flight like her brother in arms. It does little to stop her. The distant cracks and spots of dark roiling ocean where it has not formed paints a beautiful picture, one that entices her further as she leisurely meanders across the snow. Wind painting her cheeks with frigid red despite the furred hood pulled over her head.
Hotaru has no real goal, perhaps a bit of hunting of seals or seabirds (as she always come prepared with her weapons) but the salted air alone is enough to draw and keep her for the afternoon.
She has come as prepared as she can for voyaging across iced-over water, aware that she is not gifted with flight like her brother in arms. It does little to stop her. The distant cracks and spots of dark roiling ocean where it has not formed paints a beautiful picture, one that entices her further as she leisurely meanders across the snow. Wind painting her cheeks with frigid red despite the furred hood pulled over her head.
Hotaru has no real goal, perhaps a bit of hunting of seals or seabirds (as she always come prepared with her weapons) but the salted air alone is enough to draw and keep her for the afternoon.
to be touched, to be loved
to feel anything at all
to feel anything at all
