I lost who I was, forgot myself in the hands of someone who didn't know me
I'm slowly undoing their devastation, unfolding the corners
I'm slowly undoing their devastation, unfolding the corners
Atlas is normally her guardian, her extra pair of ears and eyes which - far more sensitive than her human sense could ever be - would alert her to any incoming danger. Of course Hotaru had never considered that his loyalties could be easily bought. Or in this case, biased. Atlas quite enjoys Deimos after all, of a similar personality type and a harbinger of light and happiness for his bonded. So when the unicorn hears the man meandering near and stares right at the Sword, he intentionally does not alert Hotaru to the man’s presence.
The snowball aims true, as most projectiles do when manipulated by the Sword’s hand. Hotaru stumbles with a strangled squeal of surprise, foot summarily sliding on the ice and landing on her ass, shovel skittering off further down the path. Dazed, she summons her lightning instinctively, only to turn her gaze over her shoulder and find not an unexpected foe, but her overgrown child of a brother.
“Deimos!” she hollers, accusatory and offended, trying to tamp down on the grin that brightens her face, helpless but to find the situation hilarious even at her own expense. Cautiously getting back up to her feet, she grabs her shovel and wields it at him exaggeratedly, squinting her eyes against the sun are on the snow. “Attacking from behind I see, isn’t being sneaky supposed to be my territory?” Hotaru brushes the snow off her butt, mourning the wetness that had already set in, before striding towards Deimos with shovel in hand. Reaching out to playfully try and jab him in the stomach with the handle. “This is why Aisha and I call you devil man.”
The snowball aims true, as most projectiles do when manipulated by the Sword’s hand. Hotaru stumbles with a strangled squeal of surprise, foot summarily sliding on the ice and landing on her ass, shovel skittering off further down the path. Dazed, she summons her lightning instinctively, only to turn her gaze over her shoulder and find not an unexpected foe, but her overgrown child of a brother.
“Deimos!” she hollers, accusatory and offended, trying to tamp down on the grin that brightens her face, helpless but to find the situation hilarious even at her own expense. Cautiously getting back up to her feet, she grabs her shovel and wields it at him exaggeratedly, squinting her eyes against the sun are on the snow. “Attacking from behind I see, isn’t being sneaky supposed to be my territory?” Hotaru brushes the snow off her butt, mourning the wetness that had already set in, before striding towards Deimos with shovel in hand. Reaching out to playfully try and jab him in the stomach with the handle. “This is why Aisha and I call you devil man.”
and picking up the pieces that were chiseled away
HOTARU
