Hotaru
Hotaru walks inside slowly, whistling lowly in appreciation of the nearly completed training grounds. It is not the same grandeur of the barracks in Halo, but it’s better than she imagined the boxing ring could be. It’s admittedly nice to not be reminded of painful memories when she walks inside these days.
Deimos is easy enough to find. The man scarcely rests, and likely won’t stop nitpicking at the training grounds even after it’s otherwise deemed complete. “Spare a moment for your favorite person in the world?” is how she announces herself, smile warm and relaxed, unburdened for once. The playfulness of her gaze counters it, prepared for his snarky response to cut her down in brotherly fashion.
It takes a few minutes to explain exactly what she’s looking for. Frey may have had a different idea in mind when instructing Hotaru to explore things blindfolded, but frankly Hotaru has no viable partners for that right now, and a little extra practice in the throwing realm than Frey had already commanded couldn’t hurt. Especially when it’s clear Deimos is eager for his own role, which is entirely devoted to bullying Hotaru with her explicit permission.
“I’ll blindfold myself now if you’d like to pick the weapons,” she volunteers, taking the waist sash she’d tied to herself that morning to tie it easily over her eyes, giving Deimos ample time to choose the instruments without her having any sort of visual hint.
Deimos is easy enough to find. The man scarcely rests, and likely won’t stop nitpicking at the training grounds even after it’s otherwise deemed complete. “Spare a moment for your favorite person in the world?” is how she announces herself, smile warm and relaxed, unburdened for once. The playfulness of her gaze counters it, prepared for his snarky response to cut her down in brotherly fashion.
It takes a few minutes to explain exactly what she’s looking for. Frey may have had a different idea in mind when instructing Hotaru to explore things blindfolded, but frankly Hotaru has no viable partners for that right now, and a little extra practice in the throwing realm than Frey had already commanded couldn’t hurt. Especially when it’s clear Deimos is eager for his own role, which is entirely devoted to bullying Hotaru with her explicit permission.
“I’ll blindfold myself now if you’d like to pick the weapons,” she volunteers, taking the waist sash she’d tied to herself that morning to tie it easily over her eyes, giving Deimos ample time to choose the instruments without her having any sort of visual hint.
what I did, do, to me and you, keeps me awake
if I were a ghost, you'd be the proof
if I were a ghost, you'd be the proof
