HOTARU
His estimations finally bring laughter back from where it had hidden away beneath anxiety and fear. “You’d be surprised, but I could barely walk when I had my last twins.” The twinge of their loss hurts a little less when framed in this new optimism. Hotaru gently grabs his hands as they waver, trying to inspire confidence in him with her gentle smile. “We’ll be a team. You and me, Frey, whoever we trust enough.” She trusts him to be there, sword and shield, and she doesn’t want him to discredit himself simply because she is also seeking magical help. Her skin pebbles as his mind touches hers, still unused to this type of communication and shivering to feel his emotions firsthand. No lies or doubts, only certainty. She has no way of responding in her human form as she has learned - that will come with time. Instead she presses a kiss to his fingertips as they withdraw to move towards the bed. “You already are.” Scarcely a whisper in the darkened room.
Whether it’s the darkness itself, his command, or her own exhaustion, there is scarcely a blink between the rumble of his words and the entering of an entirely new world. It is a painter’s dream, vivid and bright with life in a way she has yet to find in Caido. Meadows and rivers so alike the hills she’d been born in. Not quite of course, the ocean hadn’t been - and like that it’s gone, replaced by rolling hills straight from her memory. Hotaru gasps, can’t fight it, and as the air hits her lungs she notes that even the scent has changed in the absence of the sea. “Remi,” she breathes as she spins slowly, meadowgrass tickling her bare feet and legs. “What is this? Oh, it’s beautiful.” The home she had been born in, instead of the one she’d made. Trees sprout from the earth with a thought, and flowers bloom in racing carpets that follow the path of her eyes. “Do you see it too?”
i'm the little lightning girl
living electricity
a lightning bolt in human form
