Hotaru
nothing's fair in love and war
As soon as Morgan departs Hotaru is packing her bags in a rush. There’s no time to lose, and travel will be slower without Atlas, so she has to move fast if she intends to see Deimos before she departs. Luckily she doesn’t need much, dresses capable of being reworn with relative ease and food already dried and packaged for travel. Then she’s out the door, wind pulling at her long hair which she’d forgotten to tie up, venturing out into the cold towards Deimos’ house. It’s not far from her spa luckily, though she knows her absence will be noted all the more because of it. Hotaru never wanted him to be the last to know. She wanted him to be the first, but nothing seems to be going right surrounding this entire pregnancy. Hotaru scarcely deigns to knock before she’s entering, snow clinging to her hair and cheeks pink with exertion and cold alike. “Deimos? Are you home? It’s urgent.” In so many, many ways, and already she is sorry for everything she has to share with the clock still ticking down her hours of freedom.
