HOTARU
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
A snarl of discontent is tempered only by allowance of his correctness at the notion of things being different from Helovia. "It should be, it was quite effective." And would certainly not stop her from trying if it came down to it. Halo appreciated power, and the transfer of Neron's power had certainly not been dissimilar. If she bested their Warden in front of a crowd, she'd certainly have a leg up in her own opinion. Though a tilt of her jaw is allowance for Deimos to try, as he seems to cling to. She can't forsake him that, not when he is even closer to Morgan than her own basic friendship with the woman. Privately she may consider it a lost cause, but she has already taken so much from him in a few meager hours; this isn't something she'll add to the list.
As her pail is filled, hands sooty and stained, she flicks her gaze as he draws it with a gesture to a pendant that lies against his skin. Interest flickers over her expression at the power it contains. For all she may dislike Safrin, it is a surface level grudge at best. She had forgiven far worse affronts from her Goddess in Helovia. Deimos' allegiance to the deity is certainly no deal breaker. "She must truly support the change then. That will be invaluable if you hope to determine the depths of her attachment. If she'll even discuss it after you confess," and here her lips twitch a little, displaying her clear, continuing opinion on that. But Deimos is not like her, biding her time in the shadows and concealing her actions until they suit her - or until someone reveals them intentionally.
As her pail is filled, hands sooty and stained, she flicks her gaze as he draws it with a gesture to a pendant that lies against his skin. Interest flickers over her expression at the power it contains. For all she may dislike Safrin, it is a surface level grudge at best. She had forgiven far worse affronts from her Goddess in Helovia. Deimos' allegiance to the deity is certainly no deal breaker. "She must truly support the change then. That will be invaluable if you hope to determine the depths of her attachment. If she'll even discuss it after you confess," and here her lips twitch a little, displaying her clear, continuing opinion on that. But Deimos is not like her, biding her time in the shadows and concealing her actions until they suit her - or until someone reveals them intentionally.
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
