Darling please, just give us some time, and I swear we'll be alright
Despite the convoluted meaning behind his assurance, Hotaru visibly preens all the same, amusement pooling in the crinkled corners of her eyes. There is no regret to be had over antagonizing and exasperating the man. Shrinking his problems to focus instead on her current nonsense of the hours is a form of distraction she is proud to partake in. Were he not so amusing a target perhaps she would be less inclined, but she does it for the attention just as equally as for his reactions. For the retaliation and prodding of the mischief that lurks behind corners in his labyrinthine soul, urging it forward into the light where she may bask in it.
Any semblance of a reply dies in Belial's wake. Surprise aside, Hotaru has always been taken with companions and creatures alike, and as such is immediately sucked into focusing on the soft fur and whorls of pattern in Belial's short hairlike fur. Happily indulging in the deerlike creature's desire for pampering as Deimos gives the details of their union. "I'm sure the ningo deserved it," Hotaru laughs as she strokes the peryton's cheek adoringly, both directly praising Belial for his bloodthirsty mannerisms and aligning herself with Deimos in their shared distaste for the prey-birds.
Her petting slows but does not cease as the conversation turns back to Gods and their ilk. While she'd certainly managed to avoid the God of Time despite governing the Basin, she can't quite agree as to the ease of ignoring them. Then again she'd been a disciple of the Moon Goddess as young as she could recall. Evasion was not so easy when she'd already been so enamored. "I respect her for what she stands for," Hotaru agrees easily, though she has never met Safrin face to face. The one God she has, well. A grin tilts across petal lips. "Oh, yes. They are...everything. Nature, procreation, the elements around us. Sex, pleasure, self-indulgence in a grander sense. I didn't stand a chance really." Laughter bubbles free at the self-recrimination, but shameless all the same. Frey - and by extension Rae - is a perfect harmonic chord to Hotaru's soul. It's as simple as that. "They're quite easy-going as well. Not nearly so hung up on the war, on Ascended. I can't say I'm not grateful for that. Safrin seems far more invested as Vi's herald." Even the God's name makes her insides twitch, tied intrinsically now to her perception of Amalia.
Any semblance of a reply dies in Belial's wake. Surprise aside, Hotaru has always been taken with companions and creatures alike, and as such is immediately sucked into focusing on the soft fur and whorls of pattern in Belial's short hairlike fur. Happily indulging in the deerlike creature's desire for pampering as Deimos gives the details of their union. "I'm sure the ningo deserved it," Hotaru laughs as she strokes the peryton's cheek adoringly, both directly praising Belial for his bloodthirsty mannerisms and aligning herself with Deimos in their shared distaste for the prey-birds.
Her petting slows but does not cease as the conversation turns back to Gods and their ilk. While she'd certainly managed to avoid the God of Time despite governing the Basin, she can't quite agree as to the ease of ignoring them. Then again she'd been a disciple of the Moon Goddess as young as she could recall. Evasion was not so easy when she'd already been so enamored. "I respect her for what she stands for," Hotaru agrees easily, though she has never met Safrin face to face. The one God she has, well. A grin tilts across petal lips. "Oh, yes. They are...everything. Nature, procreation, the elements around us. Sex, pleasure, self-indulgence in a grander sense. I didn't stand a chance really." Laughter bubbles free at the self-recrimination, but shameless all the same. Frey - and by extension Rae - is a perfect harmonic chord to Hotaru's soul. It's as simple as that. "They're quite easy-going as well. Not nearly so hung up on the war, on Ascended. I can't say I'm not grateful for that. Safrin seems far more invested as Vi's herald." Even the God's name makes her insides twitch, tied intrinsically now to her perception of Amalia.
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