HOTARU
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
“Will she give you the same benefit of the doubt, Deimos?” A challenge to the tilt of her chin and cut of her narrowed eyes. Hotaru likes Morgan, but the Valkyrie has been freed of real consequence. What is jail to her now? Exile? Death? All that matters is fixing this last bit of rent flesh. Healing the residual wounds caused by her foolishness.
He is tired, and she can see it. No physical exertion had caused it, but the fire that burns in her will not accept the chill of his defeat. The slant of her eyes and jut of her chin is proof that his words, cut off as they were, are the blood in the water that she has scented. “Enough damage? I don’t think so. Morgan would be welcome to stay, if you feel you could convince her. But if it is Safrin’s will, and a loosening of the Voice’s hold? I see nothing to stop us.” Turning away, she kneels and collects more ash into her bucket. ”Or at least, not me.” A chilling afterthought. If she must do this alone to secure his favor in Safrin’s eyes, she will. He is everything to her, and kingdoms are little more than chess pieces on a board where the squares have blurred and the colors run together.
He is tired, and she can see it. No physical exertion had caused it, but the fire that burns in her will not accept the chill of his defeat. The slant of her eyes and jut of her chin is proof that his words, cut off as they were, are the blood in the water that she has scented. “Enough damage? I don’t think so. Morgan would be welcome to stay, if you feel you could convince her. But if it is Safrin’s will, and a loosening of the Voice’s hold? I see nothing to stop us.” Turning away, she kneels and collects more ash into her bucket. ”Or at least, not me.” A chilling afterthought. If she must do this alone to secure his favor in Safrin’s eyes, she will. He is everything to her, and kingdoms are little more than chess pieces on a board where the squares have blurred and the colors run together.
singing "Baby come home" in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
