Honey, these arms that once held you are ready to fight
She will be his hope, no matter how long it takes for Sunjata to be found. Perhaps it is her defining feature; hope in the face of insurmountable evidence against it. It has buoyed her across endless oceans in her early years, and she prays it will not fail her now. Not when this time, there is someone else counting on her to be right. "Good," she replies softly, cocooned in this bubble they've created for themselves where the rest of the damnable world can't reach them. "Have faith in me. In us, in him. We have always found our way home." All of them, no matter the circumstances. Hotaru will be the light that guides them home this time. She will not let that burden fall on her husband, not when so much else weighs down his shoulders undeservedly.
His answer is hoarse and stilted, but she doesn't mind. Though she's not the talker in their little family it's a role she will take up for tonight - if only to let the cadence of her voice hold away the onslaught of memories that seems to plague him. She can't reach behind for where his wrists are positioned at her lower back where they hold her, so instead one hand falls to his bicep, fingers trailing listlessly. "I can do that," she assures. Frey may be the creator of the item, but Hotaru has faith the deity would not mind a little specificity. "Maybe some extras, holsters for a dagger or scalpel, something to hold -" she cuts off as she feels the shifting of his jaw and the gust of breath against her throat. No pressure of teeth yet, but it's a familiar enough sensation to have her words cutting off in anticipation. There is no fear, though perhaps there should be. Instinct if nothing else should summon some form of self-preservation, eons of evolution warning against incisors at her most vulnerable area. Regardless, it does not come. Even traumatized, potentially unstable, he is not someone - something - that she fears. Though whether that makes her too trusting, too willing to place herself on the pyre for her loved ones, may yet to be seen.
The click of his mouth shut spurs her back into life, and the hand still playing with his dark hair gently finds and squeezes the column of his neck. "It's okay. Do you need it?" Is he running low and she simply hadn't noticed? Panic grips her at the notion, pulse rabbiting against his mouth, terrified to have overlooked something so basic and necessary in the aftermath of...everything.
His answer is hoarse and stilted, but she doesn't mind. Though she's not the talker in their little family it's a role she will take up for tonight - if only to let the cadence of her voice hold away the onslaught of memories that seems to plague him. She can't reach behind for where his wrists are positioned at her lower back where they hold her, so instead one hand falls to his bicep, fingers trailing listlessly. "I can do that," she assures. Frey may be the creator of the item, but Hotaru has faith the deity would not mind a little specificity. "Maybe some extras, holsters for a dagger or scalpel, something to hold -" she cuts off as she feels the shifting of his jaw and the gust of breath against her throat. No pressure of teeth yet, but it's a familiar enough sensation to have her words cutting off in anticipation. There is no fear, though perhaps there should be. Instinct if nothing else should summon some form of self-preservation, eons of evolution warning against incisors at her most vulnerable area. Regardless, it does not come. Even traumatized, potentially unstable, he is not someone - something - that she fears. Though whether that makes her too trusting, too willing to place herself on the pyre for her loved ones, may yet to be seen.
The click of his mouth shut spurs her back into life, and the hand still playing with his dark hair gently finds and squeezes the column of his neck. "It's okay. Do you need it?" Is he running low and she simply hadn't noticed? Panic grips her at the notion, pulse rabbiting against his mouth, terrified to have overlooked something so basic and necessary in the aftermath of...everything.
HOTARU
